05-08-2019, 11:05 PM
It is an easy transition, falling into step next to Wolfbane. Litotes has found his sudden lack of solitude within Loess refreshing. His time captured by Castile was much shorter than his time in Hyaline; and yet, he has garnered much stronger relationships here. Just the thought of his time serving the East leaves a hollow feeling in his chest. Kensa and his children are his remaining ties to that wretched kingdom - THAT thought leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.
The cremello grins at the mention of their last encounter. All had ended well, but perhaps he was not as good at hiding his distaste for Ilma as he thought he had been. Or perhaps Loess will never again find kindness for the diplomat.
“On our toes, indeed . . .” he murmurs, casting a mischievous eye upon his companion. “Was it obvious I do not like Ilma, or does the whole of Loess find her . . . unbearable?” Lie is no fool: while not in-depth, his knowledge of the previous hostility between the two kingdoms is just enough to know Ilma is not as put-together as she seems.
Wolfbane’s words and the gentle hum of dry insects fills the air between them. There is an attentive quiet that molds the stallion’s face, a certain respectful silence. They are equals, and perhaps more, Litotes thinks - regardless of any ranking within their nation. A still small voice in the back of his mind roots for Bane to find a high place amongst the land once again.
“Pteron is an eager one, I’m certain he would love the guidance of a third warrior,” is Lie’s first reply. He chews on his next one for a moment, allowing the image of Vulgaris to pass through his mind. “Yes, I am sure all of Loess has heard.” He punctuates with a chuckle. “The both of you are hard to ignore.”
A breeze tousles the bit of mane between the cremello’s ears when he pauses. He wonders how he fit in so quickly, and if all the relationships within Loess are as easy to break into. The four big personalities in Loess stick in his mind: Castile, Vulgaris, Wolfbane, and perhaps himself - if he did not have designs on a certain kingdom. Wolfbane, though, seems to suit their land the most.
“Is Loess always this . . . fascinating?” His question is sudden, and he turns to face Bane with a curious brow. What he wants to say is tumultuous, but he does not want to give off the impression he dislikes the chaos.
@[Wolfbane]
The cremello grins at the mention of their last encounter. All had ended well, but perhaps he was not as good at hiding his distaste for Ilma as he thought he had been. Or perhaps Loess will never again find kindness for the diplomat.
“On our toes, indeed . . .” he murmurs, casting a mischievous eye upon his companion. “Was it obvious I do not like Ilma, or does the whole of Loess find her . . . unbearable?” Lie is no fool: while not in-depth, his knowledge of the previous hostility between the two kingdoms is just enough to know Ilma is not as put-together as she seems.
Wolfbane’s words and the gentle hum of dry insects fills the air between them. There is an attentive quiet that molds the stallion’s face, a certain respectful silence. They are equals, and perhaps more, Litotes thinks - regardless of any ranking within their nation. A still small voice in the back of his mind roots for Bane to find a high place amongst the land once again.
“Pteron is an eager one, I’m certain he would love the guidance of a third warrior,” is Lie’s first reply. He chews on his next one for a moment, allowing the image of Vulgaris to pass through his mind. “Yes, I am sure all of Loess has heard.” He punctuates with a chuckle. “The both of you are hard to ignore.”
A breeze tousles the bit of mane between the cremello’s ears when he pauses. He wonders how he fit in so quickly, and if all the relationships within Loess are as easy to break into. The four big personalities in Loess stick in his mind: Castile, Vulgaris, Wolfbane, and perhaps himself - if he did not have designs on a certain kingdom. Wolfbane, though, seems to suit their land the most.
“Is Loess always this . . . fascinating?” His question is sudden, and he turns to face Bane with a curious brow. What he wants to say is tumultuous, but he does not want to give off the impression he dislikes the chaos.
@[Wolfbane]
