Dahmer had, admittedly, slightly balked at the idea of venturing to Nerine with Jord. Not that it was because of Jord, but because Tephra had yet to truly finalize an alliance with the formidable leader of Nerine. Nayl had made sure to make herself known in the time following her removal of Naga, and while there is a chance she had not meant to spread her own name so swiftly, the rest of Beqanna had definitely taken to that task for her.

Never mind his hesitation, however, because curiosity will always get the best of the black beast.

Dahmer and his Friesian companion are greeted rather coldly by Nerine - the air is icier here, compared to the warmth of the lava that keeps them cozy in Tephra, and the winds have a vaster area to roam,
but his discomfort is forgotten as soon as his blue eyes come to rest of the cliffs and the sea beyond. Nearly forgetting that Jord is beside him until she shatters the silence, the black beast rips his gaze from the roiling waters and to the mare at his side before grinning warmly. "I promised an adventure, did I not?" He gives Jord a gentle nudge at her shoulder before venturing a few more strides forward, a loud call erupting from his muzzle.

Turning to look back over his shoulder, the Thoroughbred calls back to Jord, "it's best we stay put until we are found by someone who lives here." He knows of Magnus' respect for Nayl and assumes that the feeling is a mutual one, but the black beast can't find it in himself to wander willy-nilly before it's been made public that they are allies. Or enemies - but, he doubts that.


ooc / GUUUHHHH IM SO SORRY that this basically took me a month, please forgive me!

Almost immediately following Dahmer's suggestion to wait, they are greeted by a young colt, his mother, the Queen, just a few strides back. He lowers his head to greet her politely, a warm grin turning the corners of his lips up, just as they always do. His gaze breaks away from hers after a moment, brilliant blue eyes finding her son and his confident introduction. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Castile. I am Dahmer." He tips his head a bit lower to the colt, black forelock falling across the front of his face, before he turns his attention back to his mother.

"Nayl," head tossing to remove the tousled forelock from view, "Magnus sends his regards. And, truth be told, I promised Jord an adventure." A warm chuckle escapes Dahmer's maw as he bumps a hip into his Friesian companion, ears fluttering to listen to her explanation of their home.

Dahmer has grown to love Tephra in the years he has spent climbing its ranks. There had been a time that the black Thoroughbred believed he would never again find a place that felt like home as much as the Subway had, but he has since been proven wrong.

"The volcano is my favorite part," he offers to the young Castile, and he finds himself wondering if this child of Nayl would grow to be the next ruler of Nerine. With a quiet hum, his gaze is back on the regal tobiano, her presence nearly demanding attention.

"I was hoping to bring Jord along the cliffs, if you would be interested in guiding us? But, please don't feel obligated. We don't mean to impose." He gives a friendly shrug and shifts his weight to his other side, eyes moving between Nayl and Castile casually.