Tiberios
To his relief, The wait is short-lived. A mare, covered in bold spots with golden undertones, makes her appearance and wakes him from his semi-slumber. Her tone is not to be mistaken with kindness, but the manner in which she broaches the subject of his presence garners a brief nod from him. “Tiberios, newly crowned King of the Falls.” He offers in reply, moving away from the comfort of his shade to face her like an old friend. He inhales briefly, wondering how best to give her the news, but he’s given more time to consider his options when their party expands.
It’s a filly - no, a mare? Somewhere dangerously in between if she’s not a pony. Tiberios cannot label her because of the way she enters the conversation like a seasoned diplomat. She names herself as Lagertha’s daughter and suddenly Tiberios is heartsick for Tyrna and Khalis. To have them greet strangers at the borders in the way Sette does would be more than enough happiness to last the burnt man a lifetime. Instead, he swallows his emotions and gives her a warm smile. “Tiberios, King of the Falls. Thank you, Sette.”
Because of the heat and the situation, he won’t waste their time. They had lives, and he had an agenda to fulfill. “I’ve come to inform Lagertha that the Falls now hosts a council of three, with the first seat being held by Malka. The seat represents the Amazons in their alliance to us, and offers your kingdom unquestioned and unlimited access to our healing waters. Malka will also be the bridge between our kingdoms, so should the Amazons have any request, Malka will voice them.”
He hopes that in some way this is more fitting of Malka’s position. She deserved recognition for leaving her home and making a new residence in the Falls. The Amazons were no doubt proud to have a sister like her, and Tiberios is honored to have her stay. He pauses then, glancing gently at Sette before continuing. “I would also offer condolences on the loss of Scorch, your previous Khaleesi, while simultaneously extending my congratulations to Lagertha on her new position.”
It was politics, cut and dry, but Tiberios is earnest. The Jungle was a living, breathing entity, and like the Falls the loss of one reverberates through the hearts of many. He exhales then, hoping that Rhy and Sette will not find reason to think less of him for his brief interlude. “How is the Jungle?”
Tiberios
king of the falls
