03-13-2018, 03:52 PM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The bitterness of winter bites into the sleek-coats of the Tephrans, and Warrick is sure to keep both Wound and their daughter close to his side so they are able to keep warm. It is hard, though, with Wishbone running circles around them as each new scene sets her off onto a new venture, and Warrick can only smile knowingly at Wound when it occurs. She always returned to the warmth of his cobalt wing, but he realizes it is easier to let her go her own way and come back to him in her own terms. Warrick has never visited Loess, but he remembers Ivar vividly and is curious to see if the white and black stallion that he had met (he had been so young then) is still residing here even with his daughter now ruling. Warrick is unsure of such a young queen, but he is also interested in seeing how the intricate details of it all worked, which is one reason he agreed to a simple visit with no obligation. Besides, he rather enjoyed the idea of Wishbone meeting other children, especially those who were not in Hyaline.
He laughs as Wound corrects their daughter, and when she looks to him he nods in agreement with her mother. It is not long before Warrick spies Imperial coming towards them. The stallion greets them warmly and Warrick acknowledges him with a deep nod of his head, turning to Wishbone and quietly ushering her forward with a brush of his wing against her back. “This is my daughter, Wishbone.”
“It is lovely here in Loess. Will anyone else be accompanying us today for a tour?”
Warrick