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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    It Was About Time {Kensa, Ivar, Diplomats}
    #1
    He promised Kagerus that he was dedicated to the Kove, even though he had a moment that he was absent (even if it was to search for the princess). When Kagerus announced they needed to head out on kingdom visits he jumped at the opportunity. 

    Oddly enough he wound up on a trip with Warlight, and one with Kensa. His heart still ached for Will, but he shared a night of affection and good conversation with Kensa. Regardless of there current relationship, he will always hold her as a great friend, and this trip would be anything but awkward. 

    Ischia was on the polar opposite side of beqanna compared to the cove, but after what seemed like forever they managed to make it to the island. He scans the horizon of the island and shrugs when no one was around It's quiet he says to Kensa, turning to find her gaze. Of course he knew the members were off with there own tasks, who knows how Ischia ran off after the plague.

    Last Clayton knew Brennen ruled Ischia, so it would be interesting to see if he still had the throne. Clayton steps his right hoof forward raising his head he allows a whinny to escape his maw, echoing throughout the island. It would only be a matter of time before someone came to 'greet' them. 

    @[Kensa]
    [Image: clayton_by_cowgirlconrad-dcmmo18.png]




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    #2

    for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
    in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

    Her assignments for diplomatic expedition were both wild cards. Sylva. Ischia.. Whatever plans, if any, that Kagerus had for assigned Kensa these two kingdoms were a mystery to the chestnut Hyalinian. She is accompanied on this particular venture by Clayton. The two of them are easy companions, and their bond has a pleasant simplicity. They travel together well enough, which is good considering that it a very long journey.

    The jungle island smells strange, the air humid and heavy. Kensa’s liver chestnut coat is dark with water, her mane and tail dreadlocked and dripping. This is by choice of course, in the midst of crossing the sandbars she deviated a bit  to let the tropical waters wash over her. This warm sea is a pleasant change from the crisp chill of her lake back home (though she would not exchange them) and she hopes that whoever holds Ischia now will be amicable to allowing her to visit again someday. She does not let those hopes get to high, of course.

    They stop on the beach, Kensa gesturing to Clayton to remain where the water laps over their hooves, their trespass has surely been detected. The kinds of creatures who would choose an island for their home likely enjoy the land as much as the water and will be aware of who enters into their seas. “It is. Hyaline is quiet too, but no one crosses her border without my knowing.” ..and she is so ordinary, most of the people of Beqanna are not ordinary.

    Clayton calls a greeting and they wait, patiently for someone to welcome them in or be offended by their visit. Her topaz eyes are wide and calm, slowly roaming over the jungle’s edge, ears swiveling slowly to sort through the sounds of the sea and the rustle of the trees.

    kensa
    for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.


    @[Ivar] @[Clayton] @diplomats
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    #3
    The trouble with land creatures is that they never look for danger in the right places.

    Well, trouble for them, anyway. It's rather a nice boon for the kelpie.

    From where he rests on the ocean floor, the sand bars on which most make the crossing to Ischia are well in sight. More importantly, the current flows toward him, and the taste of stranger rouses the dozing creature long before the reach the shoreline of his home. The kelpie rises to the surface with a few flicks of his tail - the waters around the island are shallow - but rather than call out he chooses to watch for a while, only his pale face visible above the water.

    The first is a horned stallion who wears a rather colorful mane, and the second a pretty flaxen mare. She is the one Ivar is most interested in, and he take advantage of his hiding place in the waves to get a good look at both of them. The male's horns might be a challenge, but Ivar has faced worse. The mare seems mundane, which intrigues Ivar in this world of magics, but he knows all too well the dangers of the unseen. So rather than drag the stallion under and keep the mare as he might have done, he instead swims to the beach a few hundred yards from where they have arrived, and climbs onto it with four hooved legs instead of the fins he'd had a moment before.

    Ischia is more than just the dry land, after all. The sea around them is teaming with life despite the solitude of the beach.

    "You've made it to Ischia," He tells them, polite and pointedly falling just short of welcoming them to his home. His tone is neutral and while there is a smile toying at the edges of his pale mouth, it does not quite reach his golden eyes. It doesn't need to, of course, because the kelpie is already impossibly handsome, and were he to do much more it could easily be interpreted as trying too hard.

    In the dry air, he can better recognize the scent of their origin. Hyaline. Ivar's last trip to the mountain stronghold had been rather eventful, and he finds himself curious if the spotted Kagerus still resides near the lake. Perhaps it is time to renew his rather gracious offer to the queen and her wife.

    "What brings you to my island?"
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    #4
    He cautiously gazes over Kensa, she was beautiful and it was a shame it took him so long to notice. He mentions the silence of the island and she agrees, noting Hyaline and how she would notice any visitors.

    It was odd, only days after there late night meeting she and some stallion were chosen to lead Hyaline. Presumably it was her lover, perhaps they had shared a fight on the same night, enjoy a break if only for an evening.

    He sighs at the thought of what could have been, but he did not have long to ponder. The words of another echoed through his ears, as he turns to meet the equine it was a blue and gold stallion. He inquires the reason for there visit and he briefly dips his head.

    My name is Clayton, and this is Kensa he says flicking his gaze to his chestnut partner before flicking back to the Ischian ruler. We come from Hyaline, and hope you and your kingdom have faired well. He pauses allowing Kensa a chance to speak, as he glances to the new ruler of Ischia who seems to be safe from the plague.

    @[Kensa] @[Ivar]
    [Image: clayton_by_cowgirlconrad-dcmmo18.png]




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    #5

    for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
    in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

    Clayton gives away her name to the stranger before she can decide if she is ready for him to have it. Her topaz eyes are drawn to his brightly colored skin like a bird of paradise, a flashy trap that she foolishly does not recognize. She’d come close to a dalliance with the bay and green beside her, but that is forgotten now as she hones her focus on the unnaturally attractive kelpie, who tells her he is master here without actually saying the words. There is no warm welcome here, and she again wonders if Kagerus chose the lands she did for Kensa to visit because of the challenges they might present, or because she is truly the kind to make friends wherever she goes.

    “We represent the East. Silver Cove, Hyaline, and Pangea. I am, along with another, Primarch of Hyaline. Kagerus and Solace now rule over the east from Silver Cove.” She adds this clarification to her companion’s introduction, glancing at Clayton with a smile, easy and friendly, a smile that melts into a gentle curve of her lips when she looks back at the flashy tobiano. “As my companion said, we have come to see how Ischia has fared. We wish also to convey the goodwill of the East, if we may.” The last sentence is spoken directly but without challenge, her expression calm and open. Of course this too shifts into something else, a smile drifting across her lips again a small and charming tilt, and she cannot help but say, “We’ve come on business of course, but your home is beautiful and I would like to call again if we can be friends.”

    kensa
    for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.


    @[Ivar] @[Clayton]
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    #6
    Out of the ocean, his mind is clearer. The water runs glittering rivulents down Ivar's scaled cheek as his head hilts to listen to Clayton, the green haired stallion who speaks up and identifies them both, along with their origin.  Yes, there is something of the mountains in their scent. Such things are easily obscured by the saltwater, so Ivar rarely pays them any mind. 

    His last visit to the Hyalinian Mountains had ended just short of satisfaction. It is a challenge he's not yet been able to check of his bucket list, and it keeps his golden eyes focused on the flaxen mare even as her companion continues to speak.

    "We are a territory of the east, loyal to ourselves." Ivar says to Kensa. Let them think that it is because he knows her now to be the higher ranking of the two visitors, and the kelpie's high-minded snobbery makes him think less of Clayton. (This is not true, of course, but Ivar makes no effort to correct the potential assumption).

    "My Khaleesi, Isobell, and I have no allegiances." The tricolored male names the former Queen of Nerine, mostly because he knows she'd like it, but also perhaps because it conveniently contradicts the delighted way he grins at Kensa's statement of interest in the island. "We can be friends, I think." Replies the kelpie, nodding softly. "I have some interest in Pangea, after all." Specifically interests in a certain dark-haired woman with lovely tentacles, but the stallion knows better than to mention too many mares in front of Kensa.

    He can't have too much of a reputation, after all.

    "And what would being friends entail?" Ivar asks, glancing back toward the horned Clayton as well for this answer. He adds: "I suppose introducing ourselves. I'm Ivar," as though just realizing this omission.

    @[Clayton] @[Kensa]
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    #7
    His gaze watches Kensa as she entangles the reason for there visit. A small smile tugging at his lips, she was already a good diplomat, a smart choice to lead Hyaline.

    She cleverly threw in there desires to be friends, or in other words, work out an alliance of sorts. His gaze turns back to the blue painted King, he goes on to note that Ischia was only loyal to themselves. He really wanted to roll his eyes, though he refrained against his better judgement. Some kingdoms thought to highly of themselves, and from it they tend to have more enemies than friends.

    He remains silent as the King announces the name of the Ischian Queen, Isobell. And finally, he mentions an interest in Pangea. He inquires what being 'friends' would entail ror him, and finishes it off by introducing himself as Ivar.

    He had odd customs, saving an introduction for last. Announcing they did not want an alliance but settling for the possibility of one. The stags attention seemed to be set on Kensa, for whatever desire he held, but Clayton came here for a job.

    If you are unaware the Cove is a sanctuary kingdom, for all those seeking shelter. The east remains a peaceful kingdom and ask for your respect in that aspect. They would settle for a cease fire but there is no reason to put all options on the table. His gaze flicks to Kensa, an opportunity to add anything he may have forgotten before flicking back to Ivar.

    @[Kensa] @[Ivar]
    [Image: clayton_by_cowgirlconrad-dcmmo18.png]




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    #8

    for every tyrant, a tear for the vulnerable
    in every lost soul, the bones of a miracle

    Ischia’s status as an independent territory intrigues Kensa though she does not say so. She owes fealty to Kagerus and Solace and does not chafe in the least under that yoke. She listens politely while the men speak and she is keenly aware of Ivar’s eyes each time they alight on her, but of course she is here on business and not to learn the perils of dallying with kelpies (she has no idea about kelpies). That doesn’t stop her from holding his gaze steadily as he mentions his Queen, not a flicker of response. She is after all just looking.

    Ivar supplies them with his name at long last, but she does not assume it is an olive branch. Still, even if there will not be alliances to be had there might be something like civility. Certainly Kensa would like to venture back here for a little civility.

    What would being friends entail?
    How her mind does wander, even worse he is looking to Clayton for the answer,and Kensa notices the absence of attention even though she was the one to bring up a possible ‘friendship’. She either receives the message or reads too much into it, but her features are serene and patient as Clayton speaks. She nods in agreement when the bay finishes speaking and then continues without letting the conversation lull. “As Clayton says we do not want to engage in any aggression with your people or any other. I see you are satisfied with your independence, though it would please me if we could establish an alliance with you, I would ask on behalf of Hyaline and the East if we might simply be at peace, no attacks or thefts from either side.” Her directness is tempered by the silvery lilt of her speech. “...and of course well intentioned friends do visit one another from time to time.” A pause. “I’m sure Pangea would welcome your visit, Ivar. If we could be friendly.” She doesn’t guess that his interest in Pangea lies in its eldritch Archon (though she would not be surprised), only offers a possibility even as she flicks her gaze along the tropical beach.

    kensa
    for every dreamer, a dream. we're unstoppable with something to believe in.


    @[Ivar] @[Clayton]
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    #9
    Clayton reiterates that the lands ruled by Kagerus and Solace remain a shelter, and Ivar feels the scoff. Unlike Clayton, the blue and gold kelpie doensn't quite manage to quash it quite as well, and it emerges as a soft huff of breath. Of course it's a shelter; the two of them don't seem to want to rule anything but. It seems rather boring to Ivar, but he must admit that at least it is predictable.

    Peace with the East might mean a reduction in his hunting grounds, but there are benefits to such an arrangement as well.

    Ivar ponders them as Kensa confirms the horned stallion's statement. They want an alliance, it seems, though Ischia has very little to offer any kingdom. There are women, of course, but Ivar has no intention of sharing. No one needs ten million parrots, and Ivar certainly won't be supporting anyone but himself in times of war. He considers accepting - knowing full well that he'll likely end up breaking it in a spectacular fashion - and then makes up his mind otherwise.

    "Friendly." He says firmly, "We can be friendly." The green-pointed stallion seems to have tired of Ivar already, and the kelpie knows better than to push his luck. Still, he is looking directly at Kensa when he adds: "Perhaps later we can discuss an alliance, if this peace the East wants is satisfactory for all of us."

    @[Clayton]
    @[Kensa]

    I figured this could be a wrap-up for the thread, but if there is more to be said feel free! :D
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