In this moment, Magnus can almost remember what it is like to have questions about the land around him. To not know what each kingdom means, to feel that fresh energy that can only come with youth. Even with the new lands—so different from those of his childhood—there is a familiarity that eases any potential uncertainty like river stones. He slides into each day, despite the uncertainty that lingers around the plague and what is to come, comforted by the fact that he knows this like the back of his hand.
He does not fear the unknown the way that he did in his youth.
Still, he is glad to answer the young boy’s questions, feeding his curiosity eagerly as they move through the other kingdoms and lands back to home. When they arrive, Magnus is quiet for a moment, looking at the lush kingdom as it spreads before them. There was nothing like Tephra in all of Beqanna.
Others may have their forests or their cliffs or their lakes.
Leave him the humid tropical land and all of its exotic beauty.
There is a hint of pride in the curl of his lip as he turns back to Jakub. “This is Tephra,” he corrects kindly. “It doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to everyone who calls it home.” That included the colt now. “You should know that we’re a friendly kingdom in that we keep an open border. Any and all are welcome to come live among us should they so choose.” He smiles as he watches a few stir around the kingdom. “Still, we keep an eye on who comes and goes. Just because we are kind does not mean we are weak.”
Turning back, he studies the boy’s face for a second, noting the signs of fatigue.
“Would you like to rest? It’s been a long day.”
MAGNUS | I don't belong to anyone, but everybody knows my name
@[Jakub]
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