07-12-2017, 01:20 PM
Warrick watches the phoenix-shaped flame carefully, it’s brilliant blue color reflecting intensely in the irises of his equally blue eyes. The bird does not suddenly diminish, as if weakening, but turns and allows itself to be carved away by some unknown force, gracefully twisting back into the tiny wisp of flame it once was, almost enchanting as it sways in its transformation. The blue-bay stallion curiously reaches his muzzle towards the delicate blue blaze, his wings ruffling uncertainly at his withers as he curiously reaches forward. It is then gone in a single breath, disappearing from his eyesight and leaving him shrouded in the darkness that had befallen the shoreline, the sun completely gone and replaced with a thick and black expanse of twinkling stars and a lazily hanging crescent moon.
He is not alone for long.
Quickly and nearly without any time wasted, a stallion appears on the shore, his hooves reaching the sand with a bit of a stumble. The phoenix now hovers boldly above them, like a second moon, basking them in a luminous yet haunting blue glow. The younger stallion’s voice is that of excitement and surprise, breathless from his endeavor across the sea with a wide grin set on the pearlescent blue of his lips. Warrick snorts softly, his brows rising with more curiosity. His eyes shift past the stranger to look out over the waves that churn behind them, before turning his gaze back towards the bright blue stallion. He has already offered Warrick his name as well as a short lineage, though Warrick knows little of names throughout Beqanna, he nods in understanding. He recognizes the kingdom of Nerine, and soon Longclaw has finished his winded introduction and surely is staring hopefully at the winged bay that stands a bit dumbfounded before him.
It does not take long for Warrick’s initial thoughtful and wary disposition to give way to a gentle smile, quickly collecting himself so that he may return the favor.
“I’m Warrick,” he offers, his voice low and deep on the crisp and salty air of nightfall. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Longclaw.” Warrick’s eyes flicker upwards to the pulsing glow of the bird that hangs over them, remaining in its place easily despite the strong winds of the sea. “You’re brave to have crossed the sea with something you weren’t sure would work,” he muses to Longclaw with a slight chuckle, before returning his gaze to the younger stallion.
After a few moments, he speaks again. “Why leave Nerine? What do you hope to achieve from venturing here, and joining the ranks of Tephra?”
He is not alone for long.
Quickly and nearly without any time wasted, a stallion appears on the shore, his hooves reaching the sand with a bit of a stumble. The phoenix now hovers boldly above them, like a second moon, basking them in a luminous yet haunting blue glow. The younger stallion’s voice is that of excitement and surprise, breathless from his endeavor across the sea with a wide grin set on the pearlescent blue of his lips. Warrick snorts softly, his brows rising with more curiosity. His eyes shift past the stranger to look out over the waves that churn behind them, before turning his gaze back towards the bright blue stallion. He has already offered Warrick his name as well as a short lineage, though Warrick knows little of names throughout Beqanna, he nods in understanding. He recognizes the kingdom of Nerine, and soon Longclaw has finished his winded introduction and surely is staring hopefully at the winged bay that stands a bit dumbfounded before him.
It does not take long for Warrick’s initial thoughtful and wary disposition to give way to a gentle smile, quickly collecting himself so that he may return the favor.
“I’m Warrick,” he offers, his voice low and deep on the crisp and salty air of nightfall. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Longclaw.” Warrick’s eyes flicker upwards to the pulsing glow of the bird that hangs over them, remaining in its place easily despite the strong winds of the sea. “You’re brave to have crossed the sea with something you weren’t sure would work,” he muses to Longclaw with a slight chuckle, before returning his gaze to the younger stallion.
After a few moments, he speaks again. “Why leave Nerine? What do you hope to achieve from venturing here, and joining the ranks of Tephra?”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick