05-23-2018, 06:52 PM
Takei
Takei cannot deny the beauty of Ischia either. His hazel eyes watch Viserion’s face as the recruit’s eyes first land upon the collection of islands. It’s a warm, colorful scene that spreads before them (different from the shades of green and brown they had been walking through between the Field and Ischia). The ocean’s waves are clear, so clear that when they walk through the channel of water they can see the pale beige of the sand underfoot. While the island is covered by tropical foliage, the fleeting figures of the native parrots dive from tree to tree, found in any color imaginable.
The blood-and-bone’s heart fills with increasing warmth for his home, especially when he spots Brennen in the near distance, already staring out across the ocean. It’s a pleasant day, with the warmth of the waves quietly lapping at the ivory shoreline, so when Takei pulls himself out of the current he finds there is no chill upon his body. Crossing the channel at night is a different story, when there is a slight breeze to the air, but the affair is worth it to see the bioluminescent plankton glow across the shore and under his feet.
Before he might respond to Viserion’s comments (Takei is glad to know that the recruit finds Ischia suitable, especially in comparison to Brotherhood’s previously bitter homeland), Brennen makes his way toward the pair to greet them. Although the tobiano had thought he was handling the situation quite well, he exhales a barely-audible sigh of relief when the experienced king arrives.
Although Brennen doesn’t give his title, Takei had introduced him as the King of Ischia in the Field, and so the tobiano offers a knowing expression to the young man beside him. “This is Viserion… We met in the Field, where he expressed his knowledge of the Tundra’s Brotherhood.” He still hasn’t quite figured out how the new recruit might know of the Tundra in the personable way he had mentioned before, so Takei is curious to know if it will be explained in the oncoming conversation. His deep-red ears twist toward Viserion, his hazel eyes warm though his mouth is in an easy line.
The blood-and-bone’s heart fills with increasing warmth for his home, especially when he spots Brennen in the near distance, already staring out across the ocean. It’s a pleasant day, with the warmth of the waves quietly lapping at the ivory shoreline, so when Takei pulls himself out of the current he finds there is no chill upon his body. Crossing the channel at night is a different story, when there is a slight breeze to the air, but the affair is worth it to see the bioluminescent plankton glow across the shore and under his feet.
Before he might respond to Viserion’s comments (Takei is glad to know that the recruit finds Ischia suitable, especially in comparison to Brotherhood’s previously bitter homeland), Brennen makes his way toward the pair to greet them. Although the tobiano had thought he was handling the situation quite well, he exhales a barely-audible sigh of relief when the experienced king arrives.
Although Brennen doesn’t give his title, Takei had introduced him as the King of Ischia in the Field, and so the tobiano offers a knowing expression to the young man beside him. “This is Viserion… We met in the Field, where he expressed his knowledge of the Tundra’s Brotherhood.” He still hasn’t quite figured out how the new recruit might know of the Tundra in the personable way he had mentioned before, so Takei is curious to know if it will be explained in the oncoming conversation. His deep-red ears twist toward Viserion, his hazel eyes warm though his mouth is in an easy line.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
@[Viserion] / @[Brennen]