12-03-2017, 08:50 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
A sense of pride swells in his chest - the fact that he knew the one who had taken up the task given to them by the faeries and to recreate what once was lost - he felt genuine joy to know the sweet, gentle Kolera. Warrick is a man of forgiveness; he knows the contrite from the liars, the loyal from the dishonest - a character trait of his, that he is proud of. And before him stands a contrite heart, with the willingness to sacrifice herself in the name of others. However, the bay mare mentions Levi and the two-toned bay does not try to hide the bristling of his features, nor the way his feathers ruffle with discouragement. The young stallion (perhaps not so young anymore) still sets Warrick on edge, despite the way he has shown himself throughout Tephra. He had injured perhaps the only love he will ever know, and the distrust that lingers between them may never fade.
The blue-bay stallion smooths his feathers with a toss of his mane, a smile finding his lips once again, and no longer looking out of place with the expression of distaste on his features.
“He has,” he assures her, knowing her relationship with the large bay sabino, and how important it would be to her to know that he has returned safely. Of course, with her own mother as his plaything. Warrick’s blue tail fidgets against his flank, his navy lips twitching as she mentions Karaugh herself, pressing his lips together to perhaps hide the truth. But Warrick was never one to hide what is fact, and with an exasperated sigh, he admits: “Your mother is a frequent…flyer when it comes to Tephra. She does her best, but her presence is not exactly cherished as I’d like it to be, especially since Sylva has become what it has.” His voice is casual enough, gentle as to not to alarm the girl before him. “Your brother, however, I have seen hide nor hair of, unfortunately. Not since our first meeting many years ago.”
Warrick
@[Kolera]