With the presence of the mother and brother now in Tephra, Warrick’s facade changes slightly. A young filly wandering into the area accidentally was appropriate and even the appearance of her fledgling brother was not surprising. The fact that the mother has now also emerged into the tropical landscape, especially with such a laidback and relaxed manner, the auburn’s stallion’s muscles tighten suspiciously beneath his skin; coiled and at the ready if the trio was merely a distraction for a much grander scheme. A whole family would not simply wander into Tephra without a purpose. It was Warrick’s responsibility now to find out what that purpose is and whether the intent was malicious or just mere curiosity.
When the mare leans forward, her breathless whisper warm against his cobalt-tipped ears, Warrick responds with a curious (and slightly shocked) snort. He cannot tell if this was simply her personality (lavish, sly, and cunning) or if there was something else lingering behind her darkened gaze, some other motive. His crisp blue eyes follow her questioningly as she moves her lips away from his skin, returning to her stance before him. Her smile was mischievous, and though Warrick was not a foolish stallion, he returns her smile with one of his own, his indigo lips turning upwards as it slowly spreads. The bay and navy stallion dips his head to her in respect, “It’s nice to meet you, Karaugh,” he pauses, his eyes flickering to the lavender colt next to her, “Klaudius.”
“Sylva, you say?” Warrick’s gaze now falls back to Karaugh, inquisitive as always. Though his skin was still drawn taut over his muscles, his relaxed manner from previous moments has found his way back to him. Stating her reasons for their presence put him at ease to an extent, but still being relatively new to Tephra, he did not know for sure where the two kingdoms stood with each other. It was better to play it safe, for now. “You sure have come a long way to make a visit, Karaugh. Who was your father?” He knows little about Tephra’s history, but he felt it polite to inquire.
The russet mare mentions Kolera, and his brilliant blue gaze shifts to the young filly for a moment, a smile finding his lips. “She’s been no trouble at all,” he assures Karaugh, bobbing his head in Kolera’s direction. When his forelock settles, it covers one of his eyes as he peers at Karaugh once more. “She has a unique ability, if you haven’t already found out about it yet.” He mentions this to the bay mare out of concern; Kolera seemed particularly upset upon discovery of her ability and perhaps Karaugh could better comfort the young filly in ways that Warrick couldn’t in that moment, seeing has he was traitless and has no experience with magic.
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