She is curious and courageous, realizing her predicament but not in the least showing any sort of panic or fear. She speaks her name, her voice twinkling and small with her youth. “Kolera,” he says her name assuredly, hoping that the calmness in his voice let her know that she was indeed safe, even though she was in the presence of a strange stallion. “I’m Warrick – this is my home.” He introduces himself as well as politely making it aware to her that she was no longer in her own home, though he hopes that his statement does not bring alarm. He casually glances over his shoulder, his brilliant blue eyes focusing on the stoic and silent volcano in the distance – the monument of Tephra.
When his cobalt gaze turns back towards Kolera, she is gone. He panics slightly but he finds her small body easily given the fact that the grass around her was brilliant green and her auburn body contrasted brightly against its color. He notices the trail of dead and dying grass in her wake, curiously following her path as she makes her way to the tree, blue nostrils sniffing at the brittle foliage inquisitively. He has seen many powers and traits in his time in Beqanna, but each one that he was introduced to was marvelous to him.
The sound of the cracking and groaning of the tree causes Warrick to throw his head up in alarm, brow furrowing with concern as his eyes come into focus on the scene before him. The tree seems to be moving in fast forward, aging before his very eyes. The bark becomes hollow and husks away to reveal the dying tree, falling like dust, as it quickly becomes a pile of itself on the ground. Kolera stands above its remains, youthful eyes full of sorrow and slight bewilderment. Warrick’s own gaze softens with empathy beneath a dark and tangled forelock, navy lips pressing into a thin frown.
She comes back to meet him, head low and voice quiet – almost embarrassed before him. He lowers his own head to try and meet her gaze, snorting softly. He barely thinks about what he does next – he bumps her cheek with his muzzle with a gentle touch, an attempt to comfort her in some way before raising his head inquisitively. His eyes dart around cautiously, glancing at his legs and then looking over his shoulder to look at his mahogany back and hips. After a few moments he turns to Kolera with a shrug, brows rising with a look of intrigue across his weary face.
“I seem to be just fine,” he states softly, a hint of a smile on his navy lips. He brushes past her purposefully, his own shoulder bumping against hers softly. “Come,” he says over his shoulder, “let’s try and find your mother and brother.”
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