The iron horse is not oblivious to the gathering that begins to form along Tephras borders. He knows them to be members of Tephra, all distinct in their own ways -colors, markings, even posture. Though today one does not stand as strong as he remembered all those years ago.
His ironclad neck levels and head lowers, as he stands atop a flat of pumice stone -the shadow of the centerpiece of these lands threatening to conceal him. Emerald ears tip forwards, but he cannot hear their voices, only slight movements register to him. The moments they share and soft words spoken are among family, whether born or formed it does not matter -they are all Tephrans at heart. He cannot help but smile softly at the bonds formed.
Unfortunately, he does not believe his presence nor opinion would matter amongst them. He could ask Warrick to remain here, assure him that their is no bad-blood between them but he believes the cobalt pegasus knows this. That Warricks decision to leave is on his own accord and for reasons Krom could relate to, family. It worries him though, the fragile appearance of the Overseer -it is hard to not notice. So silently he wishes Warrick well and to recover from whatever ails him. That perhaps one day they will meet again, and he would greet the navy tinged stallion with nothing less than respect and kindness an Overseer of Tephra deserves...
