you're the beacon / solace, any - diplomatic visit

[wound]

W ound is sure the situation must seem odd for Solace. The production of Wishbone hadn’t been much past the desire to procreate mingled with the warmth of friendship (though if time pulled at her emotions long enough Wound might feel otherwise) and she feels an ache in her heart for the confusion and surprise that twists across the queen’s golden-and-ivory face. The silver bay wishes to still her fears and reassure her that her parents’ relationship isn’t in jeopardy — she had seen the way they glanced at one another and the way their touches stilled each other’s doubts. But they are here for the main purpose of a diplomatic visit. Perhaps Wound will be able to reassure Solace near the end of their visit. Wishbone’s face lights up brilliantly in response to her sister’s encouraging words. The girl isn’t like most other children her age — while they spend the days playing, they all tend to race back to the embrace of their mothers come nightfall. Meanwhile, Wishbone prefers spending both day and night surrounded by the adventures and wilderness of the world around her and she doesn’t have any issues telling her mother just that. They begin to make their way toward the lake, Wound and Solace taking the lead while Wishbone and Kagerus trail behind. The silver bay keeps one ear dipped back toward her daughter, lest the filly race off into the Hyaline wilderness. “Tephra is doing well. We’ve been flourishing in the recent peace between the kingdoms.” Her coffee brown eyes dance over Warrick’s daughter, sure she wants to know about her father. How long had it been since they had last seen one another? “Your father holds the title of Overseer well. He misses you, Queen Solace.” Her eyes are warm on the queen’s face, empathy found in their depths. Meanwhile, Wishbone trails behind her mother, barely withholding the energy contained in her bones. The scents and sights of Hyaline war at her senses, daring and taunting her to explore their foreign wilderness. The other mare — she doesn’t remember her name completely, just as Kagsomething — asks her what she thinks of the territory and Wishbone twists her mahogany head around to look up at her. “I wish I could explore it all,” she states plainly. A little hop accompanies her statement, as if the action would expel the energy. “Do the mountains have names? Do you have any mountain lions here? What about caves?”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Solace] @[Kagerus]