Ashhal hadn't been as easy for Tarian to find as he would've liked, but the gray pegasus found the other eventually. The pair had exchanged a few words and those had seemed enough to settle the decision that they would travel to Sylva. He didn't expect the darker gray to be thrilled with the prospect of traveling to the adjacent territory but Queen Oceane had asked Tarian to visit and the Champion didn't intend to make this trip alone.
The whelp from the Pampas had been enough of an experience that Tarian knew he wouldn't have minded not undertaking another "diplomatic" trip again for some time.
But what the Queen asks is what Tarian will do. There is a deep sense of loyalty to her and to Loess that is driving him forward now, reminding him to keep his mouth mostly shut and that once they exchange a few words with Sabra, they can return home. His blue eyes glance back to assess to see where the other winged brute is. While Ashhal manages to keep out of the periphery of his vision, a dark shadow (almost constant) shadow tells him that the stallion is still there, probably wearing the same scowl that he had left with.
As the spires and turrets of imperial Loess fall behind them, a forest starts to rise in its stead. The leaves start to blaze with a brilliance that earn a brief look up to the cathedral branches and Tarian finally stops. This was the border of Sylva. Knowing not to venture in any further, the lighter gray lifts his head and waits for Ashhal to come alongside him. When he finally does, Tarian trumpets out a call to announce their arrival.
@[Ashhal] @[Sabra] but also open to any - have a horrible starter
The whelp from the Pampas had been enough of an experience that Tarian knew he wouldn't have minded not undertaking another "diplomatic" trip again for some time.
But what the Queen asks is what Tarian will do. There is a deep sense of loyalty to her and to Loess that is driving him forward now, reminding him to keep his mouth mostly shut and that once they exchange a few words with Sabra, they can return home. His blue eyes glance back to assess to see where the other winged brute is. While Ashhal manages to keep out of the periphery of his vision, a dark shadow (almost constant) shadow tells him that the stallion is still there, probably wearing the same scowl that he had left with.
As the spires and turrets of imperial Loess fall behind them, a forest starts to rise in its stead. The leaves start to blaze with a brilliance that earn a brief look up to the cathedral branches and Tarian finally stops. This was the border of Sylva. Knowing not to venture in any further, the lighter gray lifts his head and waits for Ashhal to come alongside him. When he finally does, Tarian trumpets out a call to announce their arrival.
@[Ashhal] @[Sabra] but also open to any - have a horrible starter