Nothing Last Forever; Levi [Amet, Ciri]

[Levi]

He remembers the road well. 

Between the small talk, Levi thinks about what exactly it is he expects to get out of this visit. Even with Kolera by his side, he doesn't expect a warm welcome - he wouldn't blame the young king if he was meet with outright hostility.  But maybe if he saw the kingdom whole again he could put the topic to rest. If Amet had moved on then surely he could too. 

His companion is annoyingly evasive when it comes to questions with substance, and he lets the last leg of their journey pass by in silence. 

The chilly air and snowfall work to lighten his sulking mood a little, but the tension he still carries keeps his shoulders rigid as steel. Levi comes to stand beside the bay mare as she makes a bold call, willing his ears to stay upright and attentive - not pinned one of each side of his shorn mane. The two companions are similar in color, both a rich mahogany, but the resemblance ends there. His withers reach several hands above hers and he could easily weigh twice as much. Her face is delicately dished tapering gracefully into a neat teacup muzzle, whereas his broad skull is trimmed with whiskers. A dark forelock falls down the middle of his pale face in heavy ebony waves, and he makes a mental note to slice that off too the next time he crops his naturally too-thick mane with his fire-magic. 

He uses what time they are left to look out across the territory. From their high elevation, he realizes what a large kingdom it is - at least twice the size of Tephra. But his mind notes the way the stony ground would be difficult to navigate at a gallop, and the way the craggy mountains would make patrolling the wide kingdom difficult, instead of the beautiful foliage or the way the light sparkles on the waters. If Amet were on the western coast, it could be hours before he reached them. 

But he can be patient when he needs to be. 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.

@[Ciri] @[Amet]