Falling through gravity; Any!

[magnus]

desire consumes me like a fire consumes me

Magnus tries to remember what it was like to be young—to have such uncertainty in your veins, the future such a large, looming thing. The truth, however, is that Magnus wasn’t like that in his youth. He was an arrogant prince of two kingdoms, wild and free and reckless. Later in life, perhaps, he was plagued with uncertainty, with guilt, with second guessing himself, but not in his youth.

That had been one of the freest moments in his life.

Still, he regards the other stallion with a quiet, watching him talk and move, studying the nerves beneath the other’s skin. Magnus tilts a heavy-jawed head to the side, a corner of his lacerated lip rising into a smile before he finally breaks his own silence again, whiskey-voice flooding he space between them.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Aziz. We are always in need of solid men in Tephra.” He wonders if the other is a soldier, a diplomat, or simply a stallion seeking to find himself a home amongst the chaos that has seeped into Beqanna, but it seems he does not need to wait long—for the other supplies his own answer before Magnus can formulate the question on his lips. “Ah, that is good to hear.”

He pauses, gold-flecked eyes gliding to the border, contemplating, before coming back to rest on the newcomer. “Are you interested in joining the ranks one day?” The central caste of Tephra was a good place to get your feet wet, to contribute, but it was by no means necessary or required of residents.

good shouldn’t need to tempt us above

@[Aziz]