04-14-2018, 08:23 AM
we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight
The air in Tephra is thick and though it is summer, Warrick feels that it is not because of the season.The grasslands of Tephra or the ashened shoreline are the best areas to stay during the summer - there is no lack of sea breeze spilling through the air, keeping the heat away. But as the winged Overseer comes from the jungle-like foliage that just surrounds the beach, the heat hungrily wraps around the auburn of his skin, loosely coiling into his flesh and leaving it with a dampened sheen, especially beneath the heaviness of his wings. The dark tendrils of his mane and forelock press lightly against his face and neck, damp with the humidity that clings to him. There is a soft exhale of breath as the cool sea breeze comes to meet him, lifting his mane from his neck and filtering through the thickness of his cobalt feathers.
As his eyes scan the entirety of their blackened beach, he sees the unfamiliar figures in the short distance. His wings unfurl for a moment, allowing the coolness of the salted and smoke-laden wind to cool him, before fluttering them quickly into his mahogany sides. His lips twitch thoughtfully, his ears flicking forward and back, before he moves towards them at a choppy trot, made so by the disheveled sand beneath his hooves.
He is not surprised to find that Wound is already investigating - besides her loyalty to him and to Tephra, her heart would not let her ignore any visitor. This brings a slight smile to the corners of his indigo lips, but as he comes to halt beside the silvered bay, he knows that there is too much seriousness here for a light-hearted greeting. With a soft snort he halts beside Wound, his head lowered and his ears tipped back slightly, listening to the tail-end of the conversation. He had never seen these two before - but from what he had just stumbled upon, he infers that he is standing before the once-Queen Krone, and one of her compatriots. Amorette and Valensia had struck out to visit Ischia not too long ago, but their arrival was not one of business, nor is it of pleasure.
It did not ease him to see the two on his shores (there is a stoicness in his face that sets his jawline into a hard clench, and his lips into a thin line), but there is also empathy dancing in his blue eyes, especially when Krone motions to the children that play on the distant shoreline, knowing of their displacement but unsure of what it truly means.
Something has happened, and they have come here for sanctuary; and the bay Overseer will turn away no one who has done no harm.
“Krone,” Warrick begins, a tiny nod towards her as he speaks her name, “Durotan. I am Warrick, the Overseer. Tephra will be open to you and your family for as long as you desire.” He pauses, imploring her with his steady gaze that his words are his truth. He gives them a moment to let his words sink in, his gaze shifting to the children, but the concern on his face does not fade. “We will be stronger together,” he adds quietly, for he did not know the reasons that they had come to him for sanctuary, but whatever the reason, he is glad that they have come to Tephra. His gaze shifts to Wound, sadness in his gaze, brows coming together with concern - before turning his eyes back towards Durotan and Krone.
Warrick
@[Durotan] @[Krone] @[wound]