[open] One foot toward the gallows || Titus, Diplomats ||

[Wolfbane]

My dreams have all come true

Titus settled things, and he did it with every ounce of clarity and confidence Wolfbane had come to expect of him. Accepting the position wasn’t so much an honor as it was a duty, one that came with perks and boring necessities. If the spotted horse had refused him, Bane doubts he would’ve even been the slightest bit upset. Loess didn’t need uncertainty in her ranks - she needed commitment and pride, both of which Titus possessed in great measure. “Congrats then, my friend. You’ve more than earned the title.” His elder grins, leaning sideways in an attempt to shoulder the other pegasus.

Afterwards there’s a long stretch of silence, much less awkward than before in his opinion, and it comes to an abrupt end when the vision of a pinkish mare takes shape against the backdrop of Nerine’s costal horizon. If he didn’t know any better, Wolfbane would have to guess that Scorch looked rather eager to see him. A welcome change from his last visit here, when a casual conversation turned suddenly and ended bitterly. “Dosh Scorch, always a pleasure when you’re involved.” The striped male winked pleasantly, enjoying the use of her official title before the two exchanged a brief, warm touch of the nose.

“This is Titus, my Head of War -” He spoke after, turning to look upon the newly ranked acolyte with a fond expression of pride. The curve of his wicked mouth parts, fully intending to continue on with conversation, but a small filly appears out of the woodwork and soon comes to stand alongside the hairless mare. Her plea for attention rouses a charming, tender sort of smile that accentuates Bane’s full cheeks while softening his wild eyes. Fatherhood seems to have given him a new sort of patience.

“We won’t be staying for very long.” He promises easily, glancing up and around their chaperone. “Only stopped by to check on friends and family, nothing too serious or deadly.” The drake chuckles. His gaze darts sideways towards Titus again, curious to see if the ruddy appaloosa would speak up. This little side-quest had kind of been his idea to begin with, but if he chose not to prod at old wounds then Bane would keep his mouth shut and blunder through a bit of small talk. No harm, no foul.

Like all good nightmares do

@[Titus]