One foot toward the gallows || Titus ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

Despite his concern over Titus’ ability to keep pace on this little journey, it turns out that the other pegasus is just as adept at flying and matching speed. He’s not worried in the least about the height or timing, coasting easily alongside Wolfbane with something of a keen eye pointed at the ground. Glancing over toward him, the striped palomino is only reassured by what he sees and likewise takes to scanning the world below for any anomalies or perhaps a flash of dusky-colored fur. Meanwhile, he listens with mild interest when the younger stallion mentions Nerine.

In truth he’d like to avoid that area altogether as well, given that a specific haunt still reigned there and the memory of his last visit had a bit of a ragged edge to it, but he does his best to grind out a stiff smile and nod in agreement, his bristling mane ribboning like a wild snake in the battering winds. “My guess is they’re alright. Might’ve migrated to a safe zone, if they’re the smart type, but probably alright.” He comments, surging ahead with a swooping dip of his wings. “Good of you to check on them anyways. Is that where you’re from then? Nerine?” He presses a little further, honestly curious.

The way his eyes flick up and stick to the muddy champagne male shows just how curious, given that this surprising development was similar to peeling back the cover of a yet unopened novel. To be fair, he’d understand if his companion roughly told him to shove off and mind his own. It was his habit to be inquisitive and to try and connect with the horses who looked up to him (in a sense,) not to offend one of the few who still had hope in Loess and Bane’s leadership.

Below them the area known as the Den was blending into the Playground, and from where they curved aside to follow the arch of Beqanna’s shores, far to their left Wolfbane could strain his eyes and just see the shadows of a great woodland to the north, much taller and much more imposing than the Forest common area before the world shifted. Something about those treetops seems familiar, he muses to himself as they float through the overcast blue, Taiga. It’s Taiga.

Turns out Titus made a great suggestion after all. They’ll be able to kill multiple birds with one stone, because the way those redwoods adjoin Loess and … Hyaline, that kingdom to the side would be Hyaline, makes the white-winged stallion very interested to see who lurked among the shadows...

Like all good nightmares do

@[Titus]