as if a glass could contain the sea; offspring, nymph & ellyse

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine was rarely far from the main island, preferring to be close in case one of his emissaries returned with important word. Rarely did the bay travel to the northernmost island and the cool ocean winds that swept up the shoreline. There was too much to do, and be aware of at the current time to relax. His core group of diplomats had been dispatched to the other territories and he was anxious for the news they would bring home. The humidity was tolerable for an early Autumn day, and the bay enjoyed a day without the sticky moisture sitting on his skin at all times. The day was still relatively new, and he was enjoying the shade of some of the more dense trees on the southern side of the main island. His thoughts wandering from the recent conversations with Kimber, Offspring, and Aurora. He didn’t believe that Offspring was fine, though he seemed to want everyone to believe he was. It worried him. He poured over the conversation with kimber, once again unsure where they stood. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to him, but it was. Somewhere deep down he still needed a direct answer from her even though he felt the need for something more comfortable on the surface. Which brought him to Aurora, the sweet mare that he happened upon. Their conversation was natural and they got along easily. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t care for her in some sense. It was new and the level and degree in which his feeling reached were unknown, but she was on his mind nevertheless.

The ambassador’s thoughts were jarred by the panicked call that tore the air open. Warrick. Nymph had sent him to Hayline, but surely it had been too soon for him to return. This had to be something else. Warrick was gregarious and surely there must have been news from within Tephra. He wasted no time going to the dark bay, as the urgency was so profound that Nymph dare not wait and risk. He waved through the trees and launched himself over lava and water streams alike. A shadowy figure darted in front of him 500 yards away, he could make out wings, and the sharp snap of tree limbs told him of the speed she was moving with. And when Nymph came into view of the figure moments later she had already spoken, and Warrick stood visibly concerned about something. The mare, who he knew by Ellyse from the meeting where Offspring took leadership, had her own deep concern audible as she spoke to Warrick. The blood bay simply looked at Warrick for an answer, his own concern visible in the crease of his brow and piercing gaze.

Nymphetamine

in my heart, that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision