05-16-2018, 05:54 PM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
It is not long before he is joined by another - a brother, as Warrick would assume they are called. The soft and sturdy sound of wings bring a stranger to him, clothed in white and bronze with notably peaceful eyes. Warrick’s own eyes greet him warmly, a thrust of his chin towards his chest as he bobs his head in greeting. The Overseer meets the other halfway, striding towards him through the warm waters of the shallow tide pools. “Belgaer,” Warrick repeats his name with a firm nod, his gaze shifting slightly as he catches movement in the distance - two more, it appears, have seen his arrival and heard his call. The bay-and-navy stallion smiles at the sight of the colt, familiar with the struggles of parenthood and almost comforted by the sight of Brennen (he assumes - the way the bay stallion carries himself is nearly unmistakable) and the young boy. Warrick’s cerulean gaze - dark and oceanic, like the crinkling waters of Tephra - rests on Brennen but only for a moment. He is quickly distracted by the colt, who has barely noticed Warrick himself yet, and excitedly spews news to Belgaer, his uncle. Cobalt lips upturn into a smile as the colt’s vibrant green gaze notices him, and Warrick snorts pointedly in response. “You have good senses, Gyre. I am, in fact, from Tephra,” he replies warmly, with a chuckle reverberating in his chest. Warrick finds the colt familiar somehow, but he only knew the story of a child hatched from Tephra’s volcano, found by his friend Amorette - and not that this is, in fact, that child. Perhaps that will come to fruition at a later time.
“My name is Warrick.” There are no need for titles, which Warrick had never enjoyed anyway, and he is relaxed by the fact that Brennen offered no title either.
The Overseer’s eyes flicker upward to Brennen, offering the Island-King a swift nod of acknowledgement. “Your island is truly beautiful, Brennen. I have always been fond of the ocean, but there is no mistaking Ischia’s being a paradise.” It was true; the smoke and ash of Tephra, though emboldening and well-known, did not appear as welcoming and inviting as Ischia. The clear waters of the lagoon he had just flown over had simply stunned him, and he wonders why he had never visited before. “I’ve come to meet you in person, Brennen. Our kingdoms being in such close proximity called for a face-to-face; to discuss our visions and our hopes for our countries, and to determine if they are the same.”
The osprey-stallion smiles knowingly, feeling comfortable with the two men and the colt. Warrick has always trusted his instincts, and though he knew Wound would never lead him astray, merely being in Ischia solidifies his previous thoughts of a possible alliance. Brennen, however, may not feel the same and Warrick wanted to give him an opportunity to learn more about Tephra and himself, and for him to learn more about Ischia.
Warrick
@[Brennen] @[Belgaer]