I'm coming back again
I want to live tonight
The branded one-eyed stallion had never considered himself to be silver-tongued. Those were for the likes of Gryffen and other slick and nefarious beings. He had merely learned how to observe and listen after years of fading into the crowds of the common lands and had learned this nifty trick when he had been shunted to the shadows in the Falls where he had grown up. Librette had not wanted Magnus to find the son she had been keeping from him in his early years and so to stave off the loneliness, he learned to watch other people’s stories and imagine himself a part of them. What had been born of desperation had eventually turned into a useful skill.
But he hadn’t always been only a diplomat. After watching the Gates burn and his eventual reluctant acceptance of the bear within, he had tried his hand at War in Tephra. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been good at it but the flaxen chestnut had never had the stomach for chaos and battle and it became clearer as he aged that he no longer wanted to put himself in a position where he might turn on those he held dear, a position that only seemed to dredge up past memories that messed with his head. When Oceane had brought him into the ranks it had been a clear decision to stick to something far more… peaceful. Besides he had met the likes of both the grumpy smart-mouthed Ashhal and now this stoic warrior, it seemed Loess was well prepared to defend itself if needed. However he wouldn’t hesitate to fight if he had to, if those he loved were threatened. And unfortunately he had a worrisome feeling from the things Oceane had whispered to him in their secluded cove late at night, a feeling that he might have to step back into that “other” role sooner than he had ever wanted to.
Tarian makes him hesitate for a moment in the way that meeting Ashhal had. The gray pegasus wasn’t outright aggressive or unwelcoming as the other had been but no smile finds his steely lips and it makes the ravaged stallion pause for a moment as he talks and his own crooked grin falters slightly. He thinks of bringing up that a routine can easily be monitored by those that might wish to harm them but he gets the feeling his advice might be unwelcome here. Oceane had never talked anything but highly of the Loess Champion and so he tries to give the guy the benefit of the doubt despite his solemn exterior. At the mention of the children, his grin becomes something softer and much warmer as he glances at the serious man. “I hope they haven’t been causing any problems?” He asks genuinely, not missing the hesitation from Tarian.
The day the twins were born had been the happiest moment of his life. He had worried through Oceane’s pregnancy, had fretted he would fail her and them like he had done to the twins before. Like he had done to Dawn. And then they had come into the world and despite all the guilt from his previous failures, he looked into each of their bright eyes and saw only hope. He loves both of them dearly, these perfect creations of him and Oceane, a Loessian prince and princess. However Link in particular had wormed his way somewhere deeper into his heart than perhaps his sister had. In his son he saw the being he might have been if things had only been different. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to make sure that both his children received the childhood that he had never had. However, he did realize that having a mother as a Queen and more freedoms than most foals might receive could turn them spoilt. He was still trying to find that balance, of giving them the world but placing boundaries as well. “I know Link can be a handful.” He laughs softly, thinking of his shifter son and how he constantly seemed to pop up in the most random of places. “Do you have children?” He finally asks, thinking perhaps that might be a good start to finding common ground between them.
Ledger
@Tarian