that moon has a name in the fires of a silver corpse; any

[Wolfbane]

WOLFBANE

Would he ever manage to show up on time to anything?

From afar, he can discern the bright spot of light that blooms in the sky at the borders of his home and for a moment too long, Wolfbane doubles his efforts of flight with a sick feeling in his gut. A thousand horrible possibilities rear to life but only a few come to mind first: “Lepis... Could it be Hyaline? Should I call out for Sylva?” but there’s a shocking lack of screams or terror as he approaches swiftly, so he keeps his mouth closed and rockets above the perpetually dying forest before looping down when he catches sight of his Cleric entertaining a guest.

He hopes she doesn’t mind the intrusion, and as he approaches it would seem that his cares for her opinions weren’t even a passing thought (they both know the opposite is true). The facade is partially for the strangers benefit, and partially for his own - his conscious eases into a blank state, methodically clearing as he’d practiced so many times before - a mask on the inside was just as important as one on the outside.

“Are you planning on turning Loess into a tropical paradise?” He wonders, hearing only the final sentence from Woolf’s inquires and seeing only the heavy, bent flowers he’s created from nothing at all. “We don’t have need of a groundskeeper, but I can think of more than a few horses who’d be pissed at someone like you wanting to fraternize with the likes of us.” Bane says plainly, the curves of his forehead rising in unspoken admiration. What exactly had spurred the blood-roan here he couldn’t discern, though he was surely glad for whoever or whatever might be responsible.

“Nerine has a djinn, apparently. Or at least when Wishbone ruled, there was. Hyaline a suspicious power couple. Arthas of Sylva tells me that Brennen has also acquired some power over the element of ice, so Ischia has a rather unique guardian.” The settled pegasus enumerates, folding his wings against striped ribs. “And if you stayed, we’d have … you.”

For some reason, this tickles the Pirate Lord. He stands close alongside his comrade, just inches away from the distinctive blue curve of her own right wing, and chuckles softly in a break of composure. “The allied leaders would despise us, and I personally can’t think of anything better you could do for this kingdom than stuffing a pill of their own design right back down their throats.”

Wolfbane doubts he needs to elaborate.

|| The Pirate Lord of Loess ||

@[Lepis] @[woolf] about time he showed up lol