love comes slow and it goes so fast; nayl

[magnus]

He came alone on this visit, breaking from Tephra as dawn crept through the fog. While he had been bringing diplomats along with him to various other visits, this was not the first time that he was making contact with the kingdom, and he did not feel the need to make it an official venture. This was more personal, his own concern for the Amazonian woman rooted in his chest. While his initial fears had been assuaged, he still wanted (no, needed) to see the land for himself, to ensure it was what he had been told.

The journey was not a short one and for perhaps the first time, he found himself missing the awkward weight of his kingdom-given wings. While he had never longed for magic (although he was coming to appreciate the gift of immortality as it snaked through his veins), he had learned to find them useful. They certainly would have made the venture a quicker one. Still, he was not bitter about the journey. It was a good chance for him to spend time by himself. The peace of it was welcomed, and he did not hurry.

Still, it was late afternoon by the time that Sylva’s trees began to bleed away and the scent of salt permeated the air, hitting his nostrils. The texture of the land beneath his hooves changed, ever so subtly, and he felt more than saw the coast begin to appear, the tell-tale signs of the ocean calling to him. When he reached what he assumed was the border, he came to a stop, hoping he had estimated it correctly. He had only met Nayl once, but she had seemed to stick to the more traditional rules and he didn’t want to accidentally offend her protocols, even if he did so out of ignorance. He would prefer to be safe.

Raising his golden, heavy-jawed head, he let out a loose call for the Queen.

out of the blue out into the loneliest place that you'll ever know
I carried the world just as far as I could but the damage had taken its toll