you're the beacon / krone

[wound]

A lthough tensions continue to run high within Beqanna’s own political climate, the newest members of Tephra seem to have calmed down. In the absence of her daughter, Wound has been looking to fill her heart with the members of Tephra instead. She waits until it’s a quieter day on the island, the heavy humidity of their climate lessening just barely under the minuscule change of autumn. Wound finds herself on the beach closest to the volcano’s face, the waves just barely touching her heels against the pebbled shoreline. Her thoughts twist toward her daughter, somewhere within Nerine’s safety. She isn’t too worried about Wishbone’s protection but a mother’s concern does find the crevices of her anxious heart. Before her worried thoughts spiral into panic, Wound turns away from the beach and heads deeper into the interior portions of her home. There’s a visible path she decides to follow, weaving between thick undergrowth and through grassy clearings. It isn’t long before her eyes spot the bay-green newcomer. Although Wound never met Krone while she led Ischia, she finds some prospect in a friendship already. The silver bay can’t imagine the amount of stress the other woman must be under, especially to decide to upheave her entire life and the world her children know. Wound allows a low, peaceful snort to blow out of her white-snipped nose to announce her approach. Although the newcomers have had some time to get settled in their new home, the Head of Peace doesn’t want to startle Krone. A gentle smile finds her mouth as she stops a peaceful distance from the bay mare. “It’s nice to see new faces getting familiar with Tephra’s landscape.”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Krone]