Winter has simply c r a w l e d on by for Weir. Rightly so-he was just far too excited about spring. With the season looming over them now, he can hardly contain himself in anticipation. You see, he was expecting. Well, he wasn't physically, but he was in wait for the birth of his child.
Just as precaution, Weir had visited the pool of souls every day. He had to tell Darwin the news of course, but he also had to pray to the faeries. Well, what better place to do so than the bit of magic they had left behind right here in his home? None, that he could think of. Darwin proved to be an accomplished listener, even if he rarely had advice to give in return to their conversations. Just as well, Weir liked talking to Darwin, regardless of what he had to offer to their discussions.
He isn't at all perplexed by the early hour and the call for a meeting. The King was entitled to gather them any hour he liked, and who was he to complain? Weir simply yawned-blinking his eyes open at the call. He sort of dawdled on the way, or he did what others might think a dawdle. For Weir this was normal speed, his slow meander over the still cool meadows, besides he needed a drink first thing in the morning. Not a lick of good a dry mouth did during a Kingdom meeting.
Once the roan had a long pull from the river, he found his way to the hill in the center of the Kingdom. "Salutations, Good morning, Goood morning." He greets the others in a whimsical tone, tossing his head as he looks to see who all is still here. After completing his pleasantries, he settles in fully relaxing his body and pulling his ears forward. Their King looked to be in good health, standing proud atop his platform, looking like a pleased father in his own right. Ramiel had thus far been a good king if anyone thought to ask the eccentric gentleman, but as it were no one had.
They had a good bunch here, each and every one of them and Weir was glad to be a part of it. Of the coming activities with the Jungle, he took interest, a small sparkle in his eye. He had really meant to visit actually, to help keep the bond with the Sisters, and further cement their alliance. Not to mention, Weir was insanely curious, always seeking new knowledge. He was giddy at the prospect of making new friends too, because he so far had not bothered to make a point of that. His face takes on a quizzical appearance as he starts to think about hen he would best make that sort of trip, and his thought is stopped in its tracks by his king’s next words.
A kingdom trait? For him? What an honor! His russet face broadens into a wide smile before his head dips in a bow to Ramiel. “Ramiel, my young king, I am honored.” He lifts his head to look brightly at the grey stallion, an odd tingling sensation filling him. It was sort of like when Weir felt the magic of others radiating from them. “Oh! Oh-ho ho what a delightfully odd sensation.” He looks around blinking, did he look different? He felt different. He takes delight in attempting to use his new gift while listening to the remainder of the meeting. Unfortunately, he doesn’t make much progress managing only to make his tail disappear. Still, it’s enough to garner a triumphant trill form the red man.
Once the king has said all that needs saying he nods, Ramiel was right. He himself had been poorly pulling his weight, he would need to do better, he could do better. He would do better, he promised himself, nodding at his internal pact. He was going to personally seek members for their army, not that they were not in a current position to protect themselves. Mainly all of them had traits, they had Tiphon on top of that, and though he had not seen the winged man often-he knew he would be around if they truly needed his aid.
WEIR
I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly