It's dark inside [nymph]

[Nymphetamine]

There was something different about Killdare. When he first met the then winged stallion, he was bold and outspoken. He had brandished his words like a lash, firing back at the young necromancer's haughty attempts at bold indifference. Maybe age and time had changed him, or maybe it was the weight and pressures of being King, but the fiery king of the Chamber was not as sparkly (pride: ha) as he was before. To the necromancer, his King was as dry as the autumn leaves that crunch under his hooves. He didn't throw magma at him or taunt him in his usual way, just simply placated the Diplomat But fair is fair, and the blood bay diplomat knew that he had tried the kings patience in the past, he knew there could be multiple causes of perceived dullness.  So he decided to hold off on his usual reverie of clever pet names for his favorite king and usual jaunts. Better to find solid ground with the king first, there's a time and a place...or however that saying goes.

He listened to the word his king spoke, a half grin on his features, before his own tenor cut the air, "Yeah, right Killdare, maybe today I learned how to track finally... I don't believe you." Nymphetamine wasn't upset, his tone was light, as a friend talking to another comrade. As for Arthas, I haven't seen him since I dropped him off with you and Dacia before I left with Kimber to find Vessel. He was Army Caste then, I was unaware he switched castes. I will have to find him -using my new tracking skills- for training." The ranking diplomat paused there as Killdare grew empty in his words, more detached and alouf.  His eyes furrowed and his small smile fell to a thin line. He did not care for this form of his King. There was something amiss, but the source of the problem was unknown. But, he would answer the questions first, so that he could dig in there after. "Ah yes, the alliances are well, I have been to Tundra and Valley since  I saw you last.  Topsail seems to be doing well, and is glad to continue our alliance. Eight seems to be following her lead- i am glad to report. I plan to visit Gates soon, they have been too quiet. But outside of work... I've been better. Sometimes I think I like to punish myself....I'll leave it at that. No need to weigh you down with my personal issues.. you know enough. But you Killdare... how are you. And don't give me that blanket King answer. I am you leading diplomat, I am here to help with interior and exterior issues especially for my king....and I think it is safe to say I am your friend as well...what troubles you?" 

The necromancer's eyes didn't leave Killdares greenish ones. He stood tall, firmly planted in his spot. He refused to allow his king to be in such a detached state, it was no good for him on a personal level and definitely no good for the Kingdom. Something had to give, and he would topple the tower if necessary.

Nymphetamine

cold was my soul, untold was the pain I faced when you left me: a rose in the rain

ooc: nymph is putting his hoof down.