Tiberios
There’s a moment when Tiberios is unsure whether or not his younger sibling has come due to anger in his heart, or with hope for amending the past. His initial greeting is closed off, cold. The spotted man watches him enter, amber gaze carefully assessing his body language and his mannerism. He understands if Ramiel dislikes him, he’d even understand if he hated him, but he still longs for the chance to prove to the other stallion that good could come of their situation. With his gaze backwards, followed by a much more elated smile, Tiberios can sense that Ramiel is giving him his second chance.
The Falls king moves forward, joining Ramiel’s pace with easy countenance and just like that they fall into a rhythm that had never before been set. Even though Tiberios knows nothing of the greying horse's nature, he knows that Tiphon’s blood flows freely through them both, so trust is not an issue. He wants Ramiel to feel like the Falls is a home away from home, and that he himself can be trusted too. “I know the feeling all too well.” He chortles in reply, gazing out to the barren land around him. It wasn't uncommon for the neutral kingdoms to fall into a lull in times of peace, but these days it seemed like those times were beginning to fade.
His mention of the ghost has Tiberios offering a puzzled look. He misses the swish of the others tail, and dismisses the phrase as some sort of Dalean lingo. However, when Ramiel dips his head and the golden strands of his mane glitter against his skin, Tiberios feels something else begin to take root. He feels guilt for leaving Ramiel behind, knowing that if he had stayed he could have cemented some sort of unbreakable bond with the boy. But pain had ripped him of this chance, and he’s unspeakably glad that fate has brought them together again. He catches Ramiel’s eye, wandering briefly over the golden blaze that runs rampant down his nose, and Tiberios senses the unspoken understanding.
“Both princes, now Kings.” He mumbles, smiling briefly. The change of pace has his mind switching gears though, and Ramiel moves on to the matter of Kingdom relations. Tiberios isn’t wounded by this urgency for business, he understands that a Kingdom and her people come before family strife. Besides, now that they had broken the proverbial ice, there would be plenty of time to talk about other things later, when war didn’t loom like an omnipresent cloud over them all. “An alliance would be practical and expected between us, but I can’t accept without warning you first.”
Here, he pauses, stopping so that he can face Ramiel brother to brother. What he says will be confidential, a secret to hold them together. “I have intentions of making the Chamber a close ally. I understand what Straia has done, what she continues to do, but I won’t risk the lives of my people - few as they are - just so that I can say I stood up against her. It may be morally wrong, but I won’t have the blood of this Kingdom resting on my conscious.” He sighs, eyes turning away to the snow-ridden kingdom around him. Choices had to be made, and it was his duty to make them and be labeled by them. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.” He whispers before turning back to his companion. “If the Dale accepts a seat on our newly established council, you will be loosely tied to the Chamber.” He says, watching Ramiel with a conflicted eye. “They have my son.”
Tiberios
king of the falls
