He’s pleased to find that he has comforted her somewhat for the time being. She prances happily alongside him, sometimes trailing behind to bob and weave in the tropical foliage that surrounds them. While he keeps a watchful eye on Kolera (which mostly consisted of him stopping his search when needed if she lingers too long to inspect a certain flower or insect), his brilliant blue eyes scour his home for signs of her brother or mother. With the young filly’s descriptions, Warrick wasn’t too sure he’d be able to find them easily.
One time in their journey where the young girl had stopped to watch a butterfly, and Warrick stops his march to watch the insect as well. His blazing blue eyes follow the fluttering of its wings as she mentions a raven and that her family was near at hand, bobbing his head in acknowledgement. “A raven?” he asks curiously though he expects no explanation, his gaze finding hers once the butterfly had disappeared from their view. He searches the skies momentarily, wondering if he was supposed to send a message with the raven, or if the raven was going to return to them – in a world like Beqanna, Warrick was never truly sure with what he was dealing with.
Before he could press Kolera more about her family and where she was from, a large and sudden gust of wind was thrown against him and he nearly felt his breath get pulled from his throat. Warrick blinks rapidly, trying to bring moisture back into his now dry eyes. Once his view comes back into focus, he sees a dark purple colt with outstretched wings before him, staring at him maliciously. The boy’s words are unkindly thrown at Warrick and the bay stallion’s ears flick backwards with distaste. Warrick’s black tail brush against his hocks with exasperation, a sharp snort leaving his navy nostrils. The boy is worried about his sister and he is rightly so, though he finds it foolish that he had let her out of his sight in the first place. Warrick does not express his thoughts – Kolera was young and so was the colt before him. They will learn.
“We were searching for you, or your mother.”
Out of politeness, the stallion does take a few steps away from Kolera and who he could only assume was her brother. “She has found herself a long way from home.” Warrick nods knowingly in Kolera’s direction, his eyes calm and understanding. He raises his brows in amusement and says to Kolera, “You’re right. He looks nothing like me.”
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