Straia, Erebor, Anyone;

[Erebor]

We are at war. There will be scars.

As far as Erebor is concerned, it is never too early to be ambitious and driven. He's been that way since he first hit the ground. Although for him, it's never been about the glory – it's always been about working for his home, about being what the Chamber needs, and doing what the Chamber requires of him. It's been a beautiful thing, really, to be such a perfect tool for his homeland. He is every bit as much a product of the Chamber as Nayl is a product of the jungle; his mother and both his grandfathers have ruled there. His father is the general. It is in his blood and is bones, as much as his grandfather's heart is in the ground.

He smells them on the wind before they even reach the border. He's taken to wandering the borders a bit more extensively since he's returned from the kingdom visits. He understands now that visits are a normal part of the rhythm of things, and although it seems to him a bit redundant – hadn’t they just been to the jungle? – he understands that they must be here, now, for the same kind of reason.

He moves toward them smoothly. He is barely older than they are – maybe a year – but he is a bit taller. He's a tall boy naturally, handsome and well built. There is something clean-cut about him, perhaps in his military bearing, perhaps in his strong build, perhaps in his black coat. He is every inch his father's son, a warrior at heart, but he's also every inch the charming, dapper gentleman. Not a dandy, never insincere, an oddly disarming and honest kind of charm. But there is no denying his good looks: solid black, well muscled, the kind of almost-stallion that could make a mare pause.

His mother gets there first, and he mentally chastises himself for it. He should've been faster, should've spotted them sooner. What if they were assassins? But none of that shows on his face. He is merely calm, collected, joining the group with a gentle nod to both of them. He does not register that they are children; perhaps that's because he himself managed to skip the child stage, heading directly for adulthood with no deviation.

"And I'm Erebor. Welcome to the Chamber." he pauses for a moment before greeting the one of the pair he recognizes from their visit to the Amazons not long ago. "Good to see you again Nayl."

Erebor

Native Prince of the Chamber

warship x straia

I hope we're okay with pretending that they met in that thread in the Jungle that died after Nayl posted? Iffff we're not cool with that let me know and I'll edit <3