LONGCLAW
-I close my eyes, ignore the smoke-
Like seashells or baubles, his lovely Femur collects shiny things and Longclaw (being one of them) watches from his cover with a curt smile as she gathers their son to meet Ellyse’s call. He’ll come - in due time, of course - and when he does the rest have begun to filter in for the ceremony. It’s only natural that he emerges like a blue protector, hovering near to his golden girl with their new youngling between them.
He’s missed the gist of it, whatever it was that had called them together, but soon Warrick’s voice takes precedence and his evergreen eyes tear away from his covey to find the first horse he’d ever met on these shores. A family that takes care of each other, nurtures each other, encourages each other. As long as your loyalty, love, and devotion belong to Tephra, Tephra will belong to you. He surmizes, and silently the blue stallion bobs his head.
Family. It’s what keeps him here and keeps him guarding the shores. Warrick should have no fear of those intentions changing, not when Femur and his son (or the other odd children she’s found) will call this place their own.
But Warrick doesn’t need verbal assurance; his command of the crown is admirable and Longclaw already knows his loyalty will come fast for the winged King. Let Claw’s actions speak for his loyalty instead - he’d outstayed two previous rulers now. One more was simply the turning of a new page.
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