She was kind, thoughtful. She makes him feel welcome, even though the two have barely had the chance for a conversation. He is uncertain of his duties in Tephra, but he is sure of one thing: he was beginning to feel like it was a place he could call home. Ever so slowly, the residents here have begun to become important to him – thoughts of Ellyse enter his mind momentarily, a smile flickering onto the cobalt of his lips as he thinks of the golden winged mare. To have living and breathing companions who were concerned about his wellbeing assures him that he is where he needs to be. He thinks back to that fateful day when he stumbled across the borders and met Magnus, wondering what would have happened to him if he had not found his way into Tephra.
He feels comfortable in the moonlight, soaking in the silver as it shines upon his auburn coat. Blue eyes flash upwards briefly as he thinks of how to answer her question, and finally with a small sigh he says: “Everything becomes much more vivid at night.” A small nod was given as he recognizes the truthfulness of his statement. He cannot decide whether or not the night was a terror or a comfort to him. It soothes him yet at the same time causes a raging war inside him. Her question could not be answered with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. He is almost sorry he cannot give that to her.
Warrick’s eyes then find Lucrezia’s. Happy, she tells him. He is glad. Such a beautiful creature should not ever find sadness on her face. He wonders if he feels happy, too. “We live in a time of abundance and peace. You have done well to make sure that Tephra has not faltered. Happiness suits you.” He smiles, bumping her muzzle with his own in gratitude.
“Tephra has become my home,” he tells her honestly, unable to imagine anywhere else in Beqanna he would reside. Perhaps it is because their world is currently at peace, but he feels content and loyal to the tropical landscape and those who reside within it. “It suits me well. This place…those who live here…it’s given me a home, somewhere that I feel needed and wanted. I wish to honor those who reside here. Lucrezia…” his voice trails off, the sound of crickets taking its place as he pauses. “Tell me, what do you need? What can I do to better our home?”
Give me purpose, he doesn’t say.
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@[Lucrezia]
Nooo, she is lovely.
