Bound for trouble from the start
I've been walking through this old world in the dark
Taiga’s fall has now become common knowledge. He thinks of the wolf shifter, fresh from unknown torture. Does Taiga still stand? A pang of guilt, he could not have known that even as they spoke the land was being burned alive, swallowed by the sea. He hopes Crevan is not too crushed by the loss of his home. Remembering when he had been spit out from the confines of Carnage’s cave only to discover the Gates charred remains. The loss felt ten fold thanks to the haunting trauma he had endured.
Since the last Diplomatic meeting, he had not heard much from the others. Nymph had been absent and Warrick busy with his family. However the time was ripe to meet again and with the new promotion and the other Ambassador missing, it seemed to fall on his shoulders. Quietly he saunters through the ashland, hooves crunching the thin layer of snow beneath him as he seeks out the two stallions. The one eyed stallion was much changed since the last time he had spoken to either of them, the new responsibility (fatherhood, love) that had fallen across his shoulder the easiest burden to carry thus far.
He wastes no time in getting to his point, the reason why he has gathered them all together. ”With Taiga gone and not many showing up to the last meeting, perhaps it’s time to gather new information.” A pause as lanky flaxen tendrils flick lightly against his hocks. ”Maybe this would be a good time to take the children out with us, to see a little more of the world and a little more on kingdom life. ” Smoak, so eager to extend his leash, is on the forefront of his mind. Dahmer would be staying close to home as part of the Guard and he feels Ellyse will appreciate the gesture.
The gold flecked eye looking to the dark Overseer. ”What do you think?” Ultimately it was up to him where they should go, what they should do. What the next step was. Either way the need to be proactive was making him restless. They should not be sitting ducks.
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