as if a glass could contain the sea, offspring

[Warrick]

like the sun swallowed up by the earth

The journey from Hyaline back into his homeland of Tephra is a long yet familiar one, a journey that is seared into his mind and would continue to linger unceasingly for as long as time would allow. Part of his heart resides within the peaceful realm of Amet’s kingdom, creating a steady wish for its prosperity and growth continuously pulsing in the back of Warrick’s brilliant and quiet mind. Even now, with tensions high between the queen of Nerine and his own leader from recent mistakes and destruction, Warrick cannot help but silently hope that peace would be brought between them. Tephra would have to tread lightly when it came to their next moves in creating strong alliances, and he makes a mental note to discuss this with Nymphetamine upon returning – the great empire of Nerine and perhaps its neighboring jurisdictions should be off limits for the time being.

Pensive and thoughtful, Warrick’s strides keep in time with the sizeable, dark silhouette that towers over him. Both stallions cross Beqanna in a comfortable and understanding silence, their deep baritone voices rumbling to the surface every so often. Warrick’s heart hangs heavily in his chest and though he knows that their presence in Hyaline could have gone much, much worse, he cannot help the signs of disappointment on the sharpened angles of his stoic face.

“Nayl is not one for apologetics. Her fire will quell when our words are met with action – Tephra keeps its promises, she will soon realize.” His voice is clear and deep in the chilly air of autumn, his breath leaving in a cloud of vapor as they walk quietly through the forest, the crisp leaves crunching beneath their purposeful steps. His eyes do not flicker to Offspring, their blue blaze set on the horizon and their direction back home, his auburn skin longing for the sweltering heat of the volcano, as well as the warmth of his children and Tang at his side. He flutters his wings absentmindedly, habitually flexing the thin bones and bringing them back into his withers with a gentle snort. “How would you like myself and Nymphetamine to handle Nerine and their other realms, for the time being?”

After a moment, his eyes move to find Offspring’s, watching the intense red with his own soft and brilliant blue. He wonders if Offspring understood that Warrick’s protectiveness over the new twins, as well as Tang herself, could distract him from his duties if they weren’t with him like they were now, safe beneath the warmth of the Tephran sun. “I appreciate your allowing Tang to venture into Tephra with our children. You are generous.”

Warrick

@[Offspring]