you're the beacon / diplomatic visit

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

Another comes to join them - a winged man, like himself - and he alights a short distance away on the muddied ground of melted snow and sprouting grass. When he joins them, Warrick offers him a genuine smile of pleasure - he never minded meeting someone new. “Castile,” the Overseer offers in greeting, a small dip of his head in acknowledgement. His eyes turn to his daughter - a brave, mature little thing - who introduces herself and her lineage. There is a small chuckle in his chest and a sparkle in his eye as he hears her announce himself as King, for all she had ever called him in her life had been father. He gives Wound a sideways glance - and his smile broadens as his eyes meet hers.

Warrick’s eyes wistfully turn away to watch as a young girl - about Wishbone’s size - comes to join them. He knew this had to be Lepis, so when she speaks her name, he smiles at her knowingly. “It’s nice to meet you, Lepis. We’ve come to visit your country, with invitation, of course.”

In this moment, Wishbone is gone to the dark stallion’s side. She asks him a question - though it wasn’t an inappropriate one, so he doesn’t intrude. Warrick’s eyes find her retreating form, and with a tiny shrug to Wound, he settles into a walking pace behind Imperial, and next to Wound. He meets Castile’s gaze, wondering if the other man would fall into step beside him. Part of him hopes so - the smell of Hyaline is fresh on the stallion’s flesh, and his curiosity for his firstborn daughter now seems to be pushed to the forefront of his mind.

Warrick