you're the beacon / solace, any - diplomatic visit

[wound]

A lthough Wound would have loved to respond to Solace’s questions about their diplomatic purposes, the arrival of Svedka catches her off-guard. When the Hyaline queen departs from her shoulder, Wound doesn’t move with her. She knows — though only faintly — of the familial relationship between Warrick and Tangerine and their children. While Wound herself had daydreamed about her own close-knit family (complete with a charming father who loves her dearly), things hadn’t turned out the exact way she had planned. She has no intention of ruining their rosy happiness. So she stays back, offering a gentle nod in the splashed mare’s direction as she departs. “It was nice to meet you, Kagerus.” Her words are truly felt; the diplomat seems like a sweet mare and Wound would love to get to know her on a separate occasion, should time and weather allow it. Meanwhile, Wishbone’s heart is nearly bursting. Not only does she have one sibling, but she has two! And the second one seems woven from the same cloth as herself — careening into conversations where she should hold her tongue, swimming through lakes on cloudy days, climbing mountains and fighting off cougars. When Svedka’s nose leans toward hers, Wishbone blows a warm breath into his nostrils. It’s an ancient greeting — one that is rarely used nowadays — but she finds the strength of instinct to tug at her soul. Then he’s asking her about the challenge that might be the very death of her — that damned volcano. Her amber eyes are glowing with mingled excitement and frustration, remembering the countless days when she had returned to her mother with bruised knees and bleeding shoulders. “I try every single day,” she admits. “If I don’t reach the top soon, I think I might die of disappointment.” She’s exaggerating, hyped up on the series of events that have led to these delicious moments. Wound steps closer as they introduce themselves, coffee-brown eyes warm and sincere. Her heart is comforted by the sight of Wishbone interacting with the other pieces of her family. She cannot deny the personality resemblance between Svedka and Wishbone (she supposes her daughter might one day come racing to meet strangers with seaweed and salt-water soaking her body).

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Solace] @[Svedka]