06-02-2018, 09:33 PM
It has taken more time than he would have liked, but he is finally able to escort the little purple mare home, across the ocean from Ischia to Tephra. First he had been unaware that the former princess was aught but a visitor; it hadn’t been all that unlikely that she’d come back to her birthplace to visit it, and coupled with the obvious attraction between her and Kori he hadn’t really thought to question it. Once he had, and the truth had come out, that’s when all had fallen to shit; first Klaudius had come and perhaps if he had not acted the way he had Brennen would have been inclined to let it go, and let Karat go with her father; but the purple stallion had acted the ass and Brennen had chosen to respond in kind, intending to return the girl to Tephra almost immediately.
On top of that, Klaudius had stolen Kylin to whom Brennen had just promised sanctuary to Tephra, so he was firmly in Brennen’s bad books. Then, of course, before he could return Karat to Tephra she’d rashly run away, only to be escorted back to Ischia once more by Trekori with any number of odd followers-on in tow. But morning has broken and with it low tide, and finally Brennen is able to escort her across the channel, looking up at the volcano in curiosity before he battens down his serious diplomat face and calling politely for the Tephran King, keeping one honey-brown eye trained carefully on the girl. He hadn’t brought Kori along; it had seemed prudent to leave the perpetrator (at least on the Ischian side) at home, and anyway despite the fact that he was quite fond of the younger stallion, he was less than pleased by this particular choice.
Still, he believes that Warrick is a reasonable man and will understand the follies of youth. So he waits on the shores of the other bay’s Kingdom, to explain what has been going on.
On top of that, Klaudius had stolen Kylin to whom Brennen had just promised sanctuary to Tephra, so he was firmly in Brennen’s bad books. Then, of course, before he could return Karat to Tephra she’d rashly run away, only to be escorted back to Ischia once more by Trekori with any number of odd followers-on in tow. But morning has broken and with it low tide, and finally Brennen is able to escort her across the channel, looking up at the volcano in curiosity before he battens down his serious diplomat face and calling politely for the Tephran King, keeping one honey-brown eye trained carefully on the girl. He hadn’t brought Kori along; it had seemed prudent to leave the perpetrator (at least on the Ischian side) at home, and anyway despite the fact that he was quite fond of the younger stallion, he was less than pleased by this particular choice.
Still, he believes that Warrick is a reasonable man and will understand the follies of youth. So he waits on the shores of the other bay’s Kingdom, to explain what has been going on.