[open] we used to be giants

[Tarian]

Tarian knows very little about the Sylvan leader. The gray pegasus doesn't usually concern himself with political affairs or the appearance of rulers, but here he is, waiting to be greeted by one. Lady Oceane had given him a basic description: an opalescent blue pegasus mare with pink points. (She had also tentatively touched on the affliction that Sabra suffered and Tarian took note not to mention it.)

And it doesn't take long for the famed Sylvan to approach them, though Tarian's silver brow furrows slightly at the approach of a midnight blue woman with a tree-limb reaching out from her slender chest.

Having seen the slaughter of war, it phases him little and the pegasus reminds himself not to look at it. It is as much a part of her as the wings on his back are a part of him. It is with a soldier's stance and stare that he adopts as she approaches, greeting them as if she has a million other things that she would rather be doing and Tarian is all the more glad for the Loessian Queen. It is just one more reminder that she is a rare creature in this world of magic.

"We came on behalf of Queen Oceane," Tarian begins. The lithe creature in front of them rolls her neck and the blue-eyed stallion eyes the lightning that strikes across her skin. (And he thought he had problems glowing like a full moon at night.) "Loess would like to know how Sylva is faring," the Loessian Champion further explains, knowing that scowling Ashhal had told him long before this trip that he didn't intend to say anything. That he knows this Sabra makes Tarian wonder if he intends to keep his vow of silence.

His pale wings settle against his sides and waits, glancing momentarily at the other gray before his blue eyes rest on Sabra again.

@Ashhal @Sabra