Warlight had been busy. Raising twins was not an easy task, even with the help of a supportive partner, and her first child had done nothing to prepare her for full-time daughter-rearing. It may have been her second time producing young, but her first go at motherhood. What she had with Clegane had been bare-bones survival, and his sad year traipsing through a crumbling world in her hoof-prints had could not be considered a childhood. But she tries her best not to compare the two lifetimes, to push away the bitterness those memories brought.
She wasn't always successful.
But the life they were building, Raul, Will, Locheed and Laia, had kept her distracted from the unrest she had felt after her return. But now that the twins were getting older she was finally starting to have time to think about things other than keeping two feisty daughters alive and half-educated.
So she strikes out on her own, planning to patrol the latticework of intersecting waterways that made up Tephra's south and eastern border. Half the day passes this way, and once her sides are damp with sweat she decides to cool off in the jungle shade for a mid-day break. Her breath steadying she slows to a walk, at the same time spotting someone she had been meaning to talk to.
"Isilya," her tone is warm as the leopard-skinned mare approaches her leader. "I was hoping we would cross paths soon." Will extends her muzzle in greeting, noting that pale mare looks just as well as she had during their midnight encounter several years ago.
"I made a quick visit to Ischia earlier this year and I wanted to tell you that they have had a peaceful change in leadership." She is quick to get to business, but she hopes as the afternoon goes on that maybe they will explore more interesting topics.
— soul as sweet as blood red jam —
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