When the days grow cold-[OFFSPRING;any]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine walked in tandem with the bay king, he listened in earnest, as he hadn't heard Killdare talk of his long-term vision yet. Nymph nodded as he spoke, not sure how to add anything else more...meaningful. Killdare seemed more suited as Chamber's king. Not that Straia wasn't a brilliant ruler in her own right, but this leadership seemed to suit the magma infused horse. There was a lot happening and it hadn't taken long to start the motion of change, no real adjustment period before Killdare had changed the way Chamber was a whole. It was premeditated the bay ruler had a plan long before be was chosen as ruler; it was obvious, at least to Nymphetamine.

Nymph slowed with his king as they neared the towering wall of ice. As mesmerizing as Chamber's ever-burning tree was, Tundra's ice wall was equally imposing. They hadn't been there but a moment when the necromancer saw the regal stallion approach through the gate. He introduced himself and Nymph made sure to remember it, no need to insult a leader by calling them the wrong name... on his first outing as a diplomat for Chamber too. Killdare introduced himself, and Nymph was about to do the same when another approached. He waited for the newcomer to arrive, trying to be mannerly. "I'm Nymphetamine, on of Killdare's diplomats." From here the reddish stallion took a back seat for a while, he wanted to listen and only speak if he could add something meaningful or if spoken to directly. He felt that was the smartest route. He didn't know much of Chamber's history and he was still grasping all the facets of the new plan. The bay nodded to the others as they spoke, and listened with the greatest interest. There would be much to discuss once this conversation really got going.

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
discolours all with tunnel vision