His mind travels through the stars, cobalt eyes lost in the vast blackness that spreads above him. As time passes, he will come to find that his mind will wander the skies, subconsciously searching for a family that may never find their way back to him. He never understood his family’s attraction to the stars and their galaxies when he was younger, and even now he feels like he understands even less – but Warrick will still find himself constantly staring upwards.
It was in this moment that he found himself doing just that, staring upwards at what others would see as nothing in particular, when a presence was suddenly beside him. Perhaps a year ago Warrick would have been embarrassed that he had let another get so close to him and quickly realizes that he had been foolish to wander into unknown territory and completely lose himself to the point where he was not focused on what was going on around him. Had his unyielding gaze been on anything other than the night sky and all of its mysteries, he would have seen what kind of world he had stumbled onto as well as that he was not alone.
The presence and voice of the one he would learn to call Magnus grounded Warrick’s ever-wandering mind – at least for the time being. Quickly his gaze flicks downward and he does not immediately turn to Magnus. Instead, Warrick turns an ear towards the stallion and snorts softly (not in a rude way, but almost sadly – as if Magnus’ voice had brought him back to the reality of his situation). He silently surveys the landscape for the first time upon his arrival, his ever-growing curiosity about things unknown pricking at the sight of the volcano and molten rock that ran silver in the moon’s light. “Tephra,” he muses quietly to himself, tasting the word on his tongue and lips. The sound of his own voice shocks him slightly, feeling like this voice sounded rougher than he remembered.
The silence grew between them quickly with the quietness of night spilling over the land. He was comfortable next to this golden stallion, even though he was nothing but a stranger. Warrick took comfort in the simple fact that another presence was finally beside him that was on the ground just as he was. His gaze finds Magnus and a slight nod was given in silent greeting when his indigo eyes met gold. “I am Warrick.” He feels like his voice is methodical and careful, unaccustomed to speaking.
“You are kind,” he says, a hint of a smile cracking along navy lips. “But even I am unaware as to how I can even begin to answer that question.” He then he chuckles quietly, flicking his blue-tipped ears back slightly in embarrassment. Warrick’s gaze breaks away from Magnus’ and with a soft sigh stares out across the unfamiliar land, brow furrowing in confusion.
“I think I am looking for a home,” he admits softly, his dark eyes flickering upwards at the twinkling stars the moment the word home left his mouth.
As his gaze lowers to find Magnus’ gold-flecked eyes, he notices a prick of light somewhere beyond them. Normally, any other would have brushed it off as a trick of the eye, but Warrick was familiar with the night’s shadows and what truly shone in the night (like the stars above), or what was created. With a slightly concerned snort, Warrick nods wordlessly in the direction of where he had seen the light, pointing Magnus’ attention to what he would soon find out would be another presence.
warrick.
like the sun swallowed up by the earth