[private] oh, can't you hear the drums?

[Tarian]

They stand in silence for a moment and Tarian can certainly appreciate it. How many moments of silence had they been allowed? There had been the fires from Pangea when he first moved here, followed by his imprisonment in that kingdom, and upon his return home, the Eternal Darkness had come.

So as his Queen takes a moment to bask in a moment of warmth and sunlight, Tarian happily follows. There hadn't been many moments like this.

It's only after he's given the bulk of his report - that Noah is gone and Obscene has replaced her - that the silver pegasus looks across the canyons again. The former Pampas leader had been a friend of Lepis, Lady @[Oceane] tells him. He'd only known the former Queen for a short time but she had commanded a great of his respect, one that had been carried over to the opalescent mare as her named heir. Respect that has only grown during her tenure as leader here.

As he finishes what he has to say, there is a certain... spark to the Queen that he hasn't seen before. Tarian's silver head lifts a little, curious as to what has lifted her humor so much. Perhaps he has just gotten stodgy in his later years; the Champion had been annoyed that there had been no Noah to find. (And if he had to be completely honest with Lady Oceane - which he would have been, if she asked - he had been irritated to find anyone besides her.) He sighs, some part of him still stubbornly hanging on to his impression that he didn't quite warm up to the red-eyed youth.

"Who knows," Tarian wonders aloud to the Loessian leader. "He wouldn't share any of his plans with me." That had stung a little (more than he cares to admit) that the youth had thrown around his title and rank, reminding him that it wasn't his place to receive an answer to his intent for the Brilliant Pampas. The Champion glances speculatively to his Queen, "He did mention that he would be happy to receive you, should you want to discuss them." That hadn't been Obscene's exact words but the gray pegasus would be damned before he would tell Oceane that.

"I wouldn't call him volatile," Tarian says, a little more direct. "Just young and trying to make a mark on the world." His expression shifts again, "But youth and patience never seem to be amiable companions."