05-17-2018, 04:15 PM
Belgaer
The kingly stallion is quick to acknowledge Belgaer and, for the first time, the young stallion begins to count the similarities he had to his own father. Both bay in color their only truly discernable differences lay with the tint of their wings. The bay before him donned a breathtaking pair of navy plumes, while Brennen’s own set were inky black. The two were barely alone when the sound of two approaching figures quickly catches their ears. Following the island’s guest’s gaze, a smile lights Belgaer’s face as his nephew broke enthusiastically onto the beach. Calling him by name the colt’s energy abounds as he danced excitedly about himself.
“Maybe your uncle Belgaer ought to show you some moves of his own?” The older stallion said as he lowered himself to the colt’s level. Whispering he smiled despite himself, “I have moves that old man has never seen!”
The colt’s smile is short lived, however, as he quickly notices that they were not alone. Momentarily startled, the hatchling pinned himself under one of Bel’s wings. With a soft smile, the older stallion nudged the colt comfortingly.
Brennen was not far behind his wily charge. Ever the picture of professionalism the stallion shot a quick suppressive glace towards Grye. The stranger, however, appeared unfazed by the hyperactive display, a placid smile upon his lips. Stepping forward he addressed the child, quick to see him at ease, before turning his attention back to the adult.
Warrick, he named himself and Belgaer knew him well. Though they had never formally met, he’d heard countless stories of the kings and felt honored to finally find himself in the great king’s presence. “It is an honor to welcome you here, King Warrick.” Belgaer said with a quick and polite nod of his head.
As he would have expected from such a diplomatic king, he had traveled to meet Brennen in person to iron out the details of a possible alliance. Belgaer was intent on observing and learning all that he could and, if possible, offer what ever he could to help.
“I am sure Ischia will do whatever it can to ensure peace throughout Beqanna,” he spoke boldly hoping that his father would approve of his words. Ischia’s relations with Sylva were precarious after his sister’s return. It had been made abundantly clear to them that the new king there had little to no interest of forming alliances. He was dangerous, Belgaer knew. They held one of their own prisoner there as well as several others. He could only hope that they would soon recover their losses.
“Maybe your uncle Belgaer ought to show you some moves of his own?” The older stallion said as he lowered himself to the colt’s level. Whispering he smiled despite himself, “I have moves that old man has never seen!”
The colt’s smile is short lived, however, as he quickly notices that they were not alone. Momentarily startled, the hatchling pinned himself under one of Bel’s wings. With a soft smile, the older stallion nudged the colt comfortingly.
Brennen was not far behind his wily charge. Ever the picture of professionalism the stallion shot a quick suppressive glace towards Grye. The stranger, however, appeared unfazed by the hyperactive display, a placid smile upon his lips. Stepping forward he addressed the child, quick to see him at ease, before turning his attention back to the adult.
Warrick, he named himself and Belgaer knew him well. Though they had never formally met, he’d heard countless stories of the kings and felt honored to finally find himself in the great king’s presence. “It is an honor to welcome you here, King Warrick.” Belgaer said with a quick and polite nod of his head.
As he would have expected from such a diplomatic king, he had traveled to meet Brennen in person to iron out the details of a possible alliance. Belgaer was intent on observing and learning all that he could and, if possible, offer what ever he could to help.
“I am sure Ischia will do whatever it can to ensure peace throughout Beqanna,” he spoke boldly hoping that his father would approve of his words. Ischia’s relations with Sylva were precarious after his sister’s return. It had been made abundantly clear to them that the new king there had little to no interest of forming alliances. He was dangerous, Belgaer knew. They held one of their own prisoner there as well as several others. He could only hope that they would soon recover their losses.
The Prodigal Son
@[Warrick] @[Brennen] Bel is such a fanboy xD