04-24-2018, 09:43 PM
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I t doesn’t take very long for residents to soar down from the sky and drag away from the shadows, but it’s long enough for Wound to get a good, albeit brief, look at Ischia. The kingdom reminds her of Tephra in it’s warm weather and oceanside location and she decides she already favors it. The air smells fresh in her lungs, free of the smoke and ash that clings to Tephra’s wind currents, and she takes in a deep breath just as someone is approaching them.There’s already a polite smile on her face as he comes to a halt. Wound’s head dips low in a greeting, her eyes darting from the stranger’s face to make sure Krigare does the same. She’s pleased to find he has, though his lips form a fine and straight line. It’s clear he won’t be saying very much in this meeting, but Wound finds that won’t bother her in the slightest. It might be best if she does all the talking anyway, with how tense this visit could become. Before they have time to introduce themselves, a winged boy is landing nearby. He looks to be about the same age as Wishbone — a thought that leaves a bittersweet ache in her chest — and she finds another gentle smile lingering on the corners of her mouth. “My name is Wound and this is Krigare. We’re here from Tephra.” Her coffee brown eyes dance between the pair of them, gauging their reactions to the arrival of diplomatic meeting. “We’re here to meet the new leader of Ischia, if they’re available.” She keeps her pronouns gender-neutral in respect to Ischia’s crown-holder, unwilling to reveal just how much she might know about the leadership changes on the collective islands. “We’ve heard about the leadership changes, so we’ve come to pay a visit.” Her voice is light and peaceful, even as Wound glances up between a silvery-brown forelock to see the two stallions. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
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