Warrick is glad that others are finding Tephra (or coming back?). For so long, before Offspring’s rule, he had lived in quiet and solitude, with nary the whisper of another on the wind. It is comforting to see new faces that are eager to join forces and build relationships; Warrick is unfamiliar when it came to kingdom life, but he is finding himself quickly becoming a fan. He had always been searching for a family, a place that he could protect and serve, and he dares to say that he has found it.
She is quick to reply to Nymphetamine, barely hesitating as the sarcasm drips from her lips. Warrick sends a wry smile towards the blood bay, his brows rising in amusement. It is entertaining, the sly banter between two old and obvious friends.
Kimber immediately sets herself into stride beside Warrick, his lips turning as he considers. “Of course,” he says to them both, thankful for the company and the chance to get to know them both a little better. There will not always be peace in Tephra or in all of Beqanna, and Warrick is set on aligning himself with his fellow residents so that if the time ever came, they would have a solid foundation of loyalty and trust.
“The beach,” he replies without a thought. Though Tephra’s shoreline is not as crystal clear or calm as Ischia’s, the dark sand from the volcanic ash and the rough, crashing waves were one of his favorites to be; it had been when he was alone in Tephra and it still continues to be. The blue-bay does not stop his casual walk, glad to have the two join him in the short time it would take to get there.
He does not hear their quiet conversation behind him, and part of him keeps his ears trained on something else so that he does not overhear.
“Before Tephra,” he says as he throws his voice over his shoulder, expertly picking his way through the kingdom for the shortest route to the beach, “where were you both?” The sounds of waves pounding sand begins to fill his ears, the smell of sulfur now mixing with the briny smell of the ocean’s air.
She is quick to reply to Nymphetamine, barely hesitating as the sarcasm drips from her lips. Warrick sends a wry smile towards the blood bay, his brows rising in amusement. It is entertaining, the sly banter between two old and obvious friends.
Kimber immediately sets herself into stride beside Warrick, his lips turning as he considers. “Of course,” he says to them both, thankful for the company and the chance to get to know them both a little better. There will not always be peace in Tephra or in all of Beqanna, and Warrick is set on aligning himself with his fellow residents so that if the time ever came, they would have a solid foundation of loyalty and trust.
“The beach,” he replies without a thought. Though Tephra’s shoreline is not as crystal clear or calm as Ischia’s, the dark sand from the volcanic ash and the rough, crashing waves were one of his favorites to be; it had been when he was alone in Tephra and it still continues to be. The blue-bay does not stop his casual walk, glad to have the two join him in the short time it would take to get there.
He does not hear their quiet conversation behind him, and part of him keeps his ears trained on something else so that he does not overhear.
“Before Tephra,” he says as he throws his voice over his shoulder, expertly picking his way through the kingdom for the shortest route to the beach, “where were you both?” The sounds of waves pounding sand begins to fill his ears, the smell of sulfur now mixing with the briny smell of the ocean’s air.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Nymphetamine]
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