you're the beacon / diplomatic visit

[wound]

T heir breaths form dragon-puffs of fog as they walk. It’s nearly early evening but the sun is still shining just enough light to reflect off the snow, causing their surroundings to glisten like stardust. It’s gotten colder since they left the protection of the forests and the winter breeze now slices through Wound’s thin coat as though it were nothing. The same breeze stirs the top layer of snow from the drifts they weave around. Wishbone had been racing ahead of her parents as they moved between Sylva and Taiga’s borders, but now that they are out in the open the yearling pulls herself back to walk beside her father. She is still full of energy, practically vibrating against Warrick’s wings. Although the wind is bitter on her skin, the prospect of meeting a queen her own age and visiting a new kingdom makes the chill bearable. “Here we are,” Wound’s voice rises above the hush of the breeze in their ears. The scents of Loess are strong now as they reach the border. She can remember the smell of the kingdom from the underlying scent on Imperial and Deiti when they visited Tephra. Wishbone attempts to cross the border, anxious to meet whoever lives in this part of Beqanna, but Wound noses her daughter away with a stern expression. “You know better, Wishbone.” A huffy sigh leaves the girl’s throat (teenagers, am I right?) before she wheels back to nestle herself against the warmth of Warrick’s right wing. With that, Wound turns back to let out a friendly call for Imperial and anyone else he might bring by.

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Warrick] @[Imperial] @[Lepis] + anyone else! Sorry this opener sucks D: