Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones [Offy]

[Nymphetamine]

Nymphetamine

Nymphetamine came upon Offspring and their conversation seemed to start without pleasantries. A seemingly natural comfort between them, though there was a greater formality to Offspring. He spoke in a way that the blood bay couldn’t quite glean the inner thoughts of his new commander. His eyes not showing the inner workings of his mind, his posture more firm and unyielding to the thoughts that swirled inside his head. Working alongside Offspring would be an adjustment, but nothing would be like working with Killdare, that was once in a lifetime. That isn’t to say working with Offspring would grow into a great friendship, one he looked forward to curating.

The larger stallion was sweating, more so than Nymphetamine..more than normal. Nymphetamine eyed him cautiously, concern showing on his brow as his eyes crinkled shut slightly under the weight of his concern. Nymphetamine didn’t flutter about fretting but something seemed off from how he remembered the slate stallion. Tephra was hot, and the air was saturated with water he could almost drink it. Late summer here was particularly sweltering, and it was evident his companion. Nymphetamine felt the heat but managed without as noticeable side effects due to his thin skin and heritage. Offspring turned his head away from the volcano in the distance from time to time as he spoke, his words flowing smoothly from his sweat-soaked maw, before turning away to look into the distance once more. Nymphetamine listened carefully as he spoke about Killdare. The diplomat’s heart panged hard against his chest at the mention of his dear friend, whom he missed daily. When Offspring ended his statement, Nymphetamine smiled softly, his whiskers twitching at the effort. ”He is surely missed by all who knew him, especially those who knew him best. I think of him daily, and will do my best to make him proud through our work.”

Nymph held off on discussing the concern he held for the ruler just yet, but he would keep an eye on the stallion. It was a genuine concern, but also came from the fact that Nymph believed that whoever held the position of top diplomat was also meant to be a confidant for the ruler they served beside. Offspring’s next words shook his thoughts from their internal spiral and gave him a new focus, the job at hand. Offspring detailed his wishes while Nymph nodded along in confirmation. All things were pretty routine for new leadership, though he would want to pick his leader's brain about ally qualities and wishes at some point, that would be held off for a time. ”Of course I will take on the task, I’ll meet with the others shortly and develop a plan...” He tailed off as the conversation came to a natural lull. Offspring had consistently turned back to the smoking volcano at Tephra’s heart. The furrowed brow from earlier returned as Nymph watched drafty hybrid brood at the formation in the distance. The words seemed to come from his throat before he could stop them, his duty for his leader's wellbeing trumping his self-control. ”Offspring, I know we don’t really have the closest personal relationship… but is everything ok?” His question is more stop-start that he would have liked but there was no stopping it. It needed to be said in the end.

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones