08-20-2017, 08:47 AM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
The days were growing shorter as the warmth of spring and summer fades into autumn; it is the only sign in Tephra of the true season, for the tropical and humid land still remains hot and sweltering. Time is going by quickly (far too quickly), and his children were growing even quicker. When the blue-bay stallion is not with Offspring or Nymphetamine he is with Tang and the twins, either near the salty spray of the sea or deep within the humidity of the trees, chasing streams of lava and water, exploring and teaching them their surroundings. Solace has taken to understanding the world around her much better than Svedka has – his daughter is so much like him, curious and thoughtful, a brilliant mind forming before his very eyes. Svedka, though no doubt just as brilliant as his sister, did not care for understanding rules of the kingdoms or learning why or how things worked – he only cared to simply be, and more often than not Warrick would find him in the far reaches of Tephra, closer and closer to the border each time he explored, knowing that his son only wishes to venture beyond the borders and into the depths far outside the world of Tephra. For this reason, Warrick keeps Svedka closely under his watchful eye. Solace easily could be left to her own devices (she is logical and plainly obedient), for Svedka was most likely the one to cause trouble or to become lost. Warrick is thankful for the brilliant navy wings that he had been gifted nearly a year ago, for to his relief (and to Tang’s), he was able to keep watch over his adventurous and spontaneous son.
It has been quiet in Tephra (for that, Warrick is thankful), so he is surprised when a familiar yet long since heard voice rings throughout his home. Svedka throws his head up in delight, his pale and honey-golden ears pricking forward curiously. His eyes, as blue as his father’s, shift to Warrick with a gentle gleam. Judging by his father’s reaction, the voice is looking for him. Long and spindly legs bring him to his father’s side, lipping at the navy feathers until Warrick extends his wing to allow his son’s back to be covered by the soft, downy touch. It is a gesture that Warrick uses often, for both Solace and Svedka, a gesture of endearment and love.
“Come, Svedka,” Warrick says gently, his baritone rumbling deep in his chest as his blue muzzle gently kisses the pale forehead of his son.
They find Amet quickly, and though Svedka has seen wings and knew of his mother’s clairvoyant dreams, and even the embodiment of fire that is Offspring, his blue eyes widen excitedly as he sees a glittering golden figure in the distance. Still young and shy, though unabashedly staring at the scaled stallion (upon closer investigation, Svedka realizes that he is not made of true gold, but of scales), he presses in close to the auburn skin of his father’s side.
“Amet,” Warrick greets him, his voice genuine as a smile turns at the corner of his blue lips. Tang would be along soon with Solace (his daughter is probably riddled with anxiousness; Solace knew to immediately seek out a visitor at their borders, whereas Tang would come when she felt it – so different, were the two). “It’s great to see you,” He speaks truth. He had not seen the dragon-king since their diplomatic conversation in Hyaline, which was before Tang had given birth. It is a strange dynamic but a cordial one – Tang’s wayward heart does not allow her to stay with either of them for too long, though the idea of it has slowly become easily understood by the three of them. He is thankful that Amet cares for Tang as much as he does, and does not have to wonder if she is safe and protected when she visits him. It might be different when the twins were older and if they decide to travel with their mother (Warrick quells the thought – they are still so very young and very much Tephrans until they are much older).
Svedka now steps out from beneath the shadow of his father’s wing, lifting his small head as his nostrils flare to inhale the scent of this new and curious looking stranger. In the Tephran sun, Amet’s scales glitter like a thousand jewels, reflecting brilliant flecks of golden light in Svedka’s blazing blue eyes. “Are you the sun?” He asks without hesitation, his question overlapping his father’s statement, nearly interrupting the two older stallions. Warrick clears his throat and snorts sharply, and though Svedka’s ears flick backwards at the sound of his father’s disapproval, the colt still continues to stare at Amet, fully expecting his question to be answered.
“Svedka, it’s rude not to introduce yourself to a stranger.” His father’s voice, rumbling and deep with discipline, reaches Svedka’s ears and the small colt sighs. “You just introduced me,” he announces, taking a single step forwards to close the gap between him and the dragon king. Now it is Warrick’s turn to sigh and he cannot help but send a look of comical exasperation to Amet. “This is Svedka,” he says to Amet, properly introducing Tang’s second born. He wonders if it is obvious who his son takes after. Tang would have loved to have seen this interaction.
Warrick
@[Amet] @[Tangerine]
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