03-20-2022, 01:34 PM
Don't look back, nothing left to see
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
I can feel you though, wake me from this dreamin
It is interesting, this new paternal side of Wherewolf that he keeps hearing so much about. Of course, he is not one to talk or judge… Being in much the same boat as the former “diplomat.” There is only a flash in the depths of red at the news of finding the grumpy pegasus, only slightly annoyed that he was just finding this out now. Not missing Aela’s doubt that presses her lips together, he tilts his head at her. “Is he worth all the trouble?” Comes his quiet question, scrutinizing her intently.
The Seneschal and her brothers strange relationship had always been a source of amusement and speculation to the Dark Fae stallion. It was no secret, to him at least, that Aela only deigned herself to fraternize with those she thought worth the effort. That brought something of worth to her. Where did Wherewolf exactly land in those plans? He has always been curious.
Finding Wherewolf’s son and mother, finding his own lost boy, finding Fyr, not to mention Cheri’s subjects in Loess and her lost royalty of Sylva… It seems a daunting and endless list. And yet if they could find them all and bring them here into the woods… It could be a start to something. Something he would need if his own plans were to come to fruition. Speaking of those plans..
Despite the rain soaking into his coat and curling his mane against his neck, the Fae stallion allows a brief smile to flit across his dark mouth as she moves away, accepting his apology. As for her last words, the smirk returns and he says nothing as he takes a few strides and falls in line beside her. He had no desire to make it a habit and would never offer one if it wasn’t deserved.
“I think we are all agreed that Taiga isn’t our end game.” He finally says after a brief respite of silence, ambling through the misty rain as if it was a bright sunny day and they were out for an enjoyable nature walk. “What if Tephra was?” He finally says, looking over at her with his usual unreadable expression.
The Seneschal and her brothers strange relationship had always been a source of amusement and speculation to the Dark Fae stallion. It was no secret, to him at least, that Aela only deigned herself to fraternize with those she thought worth the effort. That brought something of worth to her. Where did Wherewolf exactly land in those plans? He has always been curious.
Finding Wherewolf’s son and mother, finding his own lost boy, finding Fyr, not to mention Cheri’s subjects in Loess and her lost royalty of Sylva… It seems a daunting and endless list. And yet if they could find them all and bring them here into the woods… It could be a start to something. Something he would need if his own plans were to come to fruition. Speaking of those plans..
Despite the rain soaking into his coat and curling his mane against his neck, the Fae stallion allows a brief smile to flit across his dark mouth as she moves away, accepting his apology. As for her last words, the smirk returns and he says nothing as he takes a few strides and falls in line beside her. He had no desire to make it a habit and would never offer one if it wasn’t deserved.
“I think we are all agreed that Taiga isn’t our end game.” He finally says after a brief respite of silence, ambling through the misty rain as if it was a bright sunny day and they were out for an enjoyable nature walk. “What if Tephra was?” He finally says, looking over at her with his usual unreadable expression.
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@Aela
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