[open] The Golden Guild - Activity, any Interested

[Wolfbane]

ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN

Just like the twisting rays of light that sometimes glance between the swaying treetops here, Wolfbane could begin to feel a trickle of possible connecting between his family and the remaining two Taiga horses. It felt… good. The same kind of good that he could sink into without a second thought, especially now that Lepis was taking command of the situation. Her shoulder against his own is a welcome and familiar warmth. Pteron being here is so much more than he could ask for.

Even Lethia seems hesitantly open to the idea of learning the in-and-out of their political ties now that the pegasus pair had come to roost here.

Wolfbane inhales the bittersweet scent of heady pine and picks up on the faint emotions of the horses gathered around him. Happiness, uncertainty, austere calm, troubled anger… he can taste them all like sips of varied wine. The way his eyes and ears, nose and throat pick up on chemical trails is absolutely wonderful. Enough distraction that he doesn’t seem put off by Aten’s request that he and Lethia travel together.

The two seem an interesting pair. Wolfbane liked them; truly.

“If Lethia would like that as well, I have nothing against you two traveling together. I’m excited to watch you progress Izora. Thank you for volunteering Aten.” Bane nods deeply.

His wife would err on the side of caution and Wolfbane would too. He’s just getting better at suppressing those feelings, much Like Lepis does herself. Or maybe it’s because he feels an infectious sort of giddiness. Smiling, he adds a request of his own.

“Winter is almost here though. Travel will be hard so there’s no rush. In fact- ” He muses to Aten, “Before you go anywhere I’d like to request that you and I have a one-on-one. There’s so much I can learn from your wealth of knowledge about Taiga.”

Then, he thinks, the two could journey hard North and give the news to Icicle Isle, if Lepis saw fit to send them there. For now Wolfbane thinks it would be good to keep ties in the northlands very, very tight.

“That’s pretty much a conclusion for me. Any further questions?” He asks the gathered horses. “Comtesse?” He ends with his mate, eyes shining as they finally tilt away from the ground and home towards her face.

WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN

WOLFBANE

@[Izora Lethia] @[Lepis] @[Aten]