dry eyes in the pouring rain || sabra & any

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

Gentle-spirited, understanding, and open-minded.

These are all things that could easily describe the Tephran Overseer, and perhaps could be perceived as traits to wish for in a king. But there are times - many times - where Warrick wishes his heart wasn’t so tender, so hopeful. It holds him back from being a powerful leader, but he simply cannot help his slow-to-anger personality. He has learned to work with his gentleness, and has learned the loyalty that is instilled within himself, which has taught him ferocity when needed. However, he cannot help but survey Sabra with a tiny prick of his brows upwards - she is cautious and though not callous, she is not keen on making it easy for them (as strangers) to come into her home. He admired it, despite the fact that Warrick would not do the same thing.

How funny - that the two vastly different leaders are somehow comparing themselves to one another, not knowing the other secretly wishes for what the other had.

“Perhaps when we’ve come to know each other better, an official alliance can be discussed. As for now - know that Tephra will not search out your people or yourself besides in good will.” He smiles warmly at the opalescent queen, a dip of his head accompanying the gesture, matching Sabra’s own movement. “A leader never stops learning,” he muses, noting that he has much to learn just as she does.

‘Don’t give me a reason to regret it.’

The sternness is there - firm, unwavering. But there is a glimmer of amusement, a sparkle in the darkness of her eyes - and Warrick smiles. There is something there, something that has been set alight, which Warrick takes as a sliver of hope between the two countries. “On my honor, Queen Sabra.” the blue-bay stallion replies, with a dip to his head.

Amorette extends her invitation beyond Lavendel, and Warrick snorts softly in agreement. “Please,” he says shortly after, his voice genuine. “A flight over Tephra’s sea is both a sight to see and an adventure in itself,” he tells her, his blue wings rustling against his frame, the smell of salt and smoke stirring from the movement.

“Goodnight, Sabra, and hopefully we will be seeing one another very soon.” With a smile, and a flick of an ear towards Amorette, the winged-stallion and his confidant turn to begin the journey home.

Warrick

@[Amorette] @[Sabra]
You can reply if you want to, just thought I would wrap this up! <3