08-30-2017, 02:56 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
Warrick’s heart swells as he turns to see Tang and his sweet Solace coming up to join them, his blue eyes sparkling radiantly with pride. Tang’s knowing gaze meets the bay stallion’s eyes and he returns it with a gentle smirk, his lips pressing together firmly as he did so. Solace instinctively places herself between her brother and himself, bringing her delicate frame into the hollow of Warrick’s barrel and perhaps seeks the security of the navy feathers that reside there. He does not move his wings to cover her, but instead rustles his wings in gentle whispers against her soft, golden hide in encouragement. She greets Amet shyly, her voice thin and fragile in the humid air. Warrick smiles down at for her a moment, silently praising her for greeting a stranger. Svedka, though completely bewildered by Amet’s reply, tilts his head excitedly and flutters his nostrils. “One day, I’m going to carry the sun too!” the colt replies happily with a decisive snort, throwing his gaze over his soft gold and ivory shoulder to see if Solace would too join him in that endeavor.
The winged stallion lifts his gaze to Amet and Tang, watching their interaction carefully yet understandably. He twitches his tail absentmindedly against his legs as Tang greets the bronze stallion, knowing that he is equally as curious to know how Hyaline had recovered in the recent months. “I haven’t seen you since our last meeting.” A pause as he reflects on the moment briefly. It had been a fleeting, tension-filled gathering; one that Warrick knows both he and Amet himself did not enjoy having. The diplomatics and politics of kingdoms were murky and blurred, but the winged stallion is glad to see that his scaled friend still found it comfortable to enter Tephra as a friend. “From the ashes,” Warrick says warmly and knowingly, dipping his head respectfully to Amet once he has heard that the small kingdom is now flourishing with regrowth and new life. Warrick’s eyes flicker to Svedka and Solace. New life.
Svedka snorts softly, a tiny hoof stamping impatiently into the soft ground. He says nothing, but he has already grown quite bored with all of this adult talk. He begins to sidle closer to his sister, set on picking at her short mane with his teeth until it annoyed her enough to bother mom or dad, and to get their attention once again. He did not have to cause a scene (not yet, anyway), for Amet is now speaking to him once again and this time, to Solace too. The colt pricks his ears, his brilliant blue gaze slowly shifting to Solace. He grins, knowing fully what Amet spoke of. Svedka wrinkles his nose and stretches his neck to huff gently into the soft hairs of his sister’s nearest ear, a delicate and boyish laugh leaving his lips.
Warrick
@[Tangerine] @[Amet]