06-06-2018, 11:34 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight The words of Scorch reach his ears, and though many Nerinians have gathered in this place, his bright gaze remains fully on his daughter. Perhaps the others knew who he was, and maybe cared not for the idea of a once-Tephran becoming their new queen, or were idly perturbed by the fact that the King of the volcano himself has come to watch it unfold; but he did not care. Not only is here for his own daughter, but an act of good faith towards Nerine and her Leviathans - Tephra is a steady kingdom and will be present (even more so, now) as an ally. Beside him, he can feel Wound’s presence - comforting, unwavering - and he wonders if she too feels the swell of pride that he himself can feel billowing within his chest, threatening to spill over. He knew why they were meeting, and why he was invited. It is her coronation day and he would not have missed it for the world. With the darkness that has somehow found its way back into his mind as of late, being in Nerine and focusing solely on the wellbeing of Wishbone and her accomplishments were a welcome distraction. The wolf howls at the door, but he can barely hear it over Scorch’s affirmations. The Overseer smiles fondly as the attention shifts to Wishbone, and he can feel the soft press of a smile into the sleekness of his auburn neck from Wound. Perhaps there are tears in her eyes that match the sparkling glassiness of his own, but he does not turn to her yet. Blue-tipped ears prick forward, listening to Wishbone’s first declaration as their new Queen. She is bold and vivid, a commanding presence that has captured all eyes and ears. Perhaps the chalice of leadership runs in their blood, just as Solace had taken the cup so now has Wishbone. His daughters are strong and resilient, meant to bear the heavy weight of the crown with grace and poise. He is not at all surprised at the course which Wishbone takes, or the fact that she has no reservations about doing so. As her first address comes to an end, he notices the way she blossoms beneath her new crown, his face soft with adoration. A smile finds the cobalt of his lips, nodding his head in acknowledgement to her decrees.Welcome to the throne, he murmurs internally, dipping his head low for the new Queen of the Leviathans. warrick |
credit to vel of adoxography.
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Just a little something <3