Like a Thorn To the Holy Ones (Djinni, Stillwater, karaugh)

[Nymphetamine]

Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones

His job was relatively simple, ask a relatively simple question, get a relatively simple answer and go home.  But it was in his ever so humble opinion that the simple tasks often ended up being more complicated. Maybe it's because a simple thing can be so easily taken for granted, and there for the entire thing goes off track. No matter the reason, he had no intention of falling into such lackadaisical thinking. But he had years of experience to pull from, experience from the days before the mountain, and he more importantly he knew better. 

The blood bay left Tephra with the morning sun. The steam from the volcano still billowing behind him as he left it to shrink in perceived size as his distance increased from him humid rocky home’s border. As he got further from home the temperature dropped at a steady rate. The bays short thin coat rose in attempt to insulated but he could feel the cold seeping into his skin. His muscles churned beneath him like pistols building heat from within before the cold of winter pulled it away. The more land the stallion covered the warmer he became.

Nymphetamine moved quickly, with a steadfast purpose, but he was sure to not look panicked or in a rush. It wouldn't do to send the gossip running through the territories of Tephra’s diplomats sprinting hastily through the lands. It was not the president he aimed to set.  So he carried himself smoothly across the flat lands of the field and around the dense tree line of the forest. Finally, he slowed as he crossed the river that lead to Sylva’s border. A cooler densely wooded land that was a splash of fall colors despite the winter chill that nipped his skin.

The bay showed to a halt at the forest’s edge,  respecting the lands rulers and residents. He rose his head and called for an emissary to meet him. Nymph waited patiently, a vision of confidence and in a sense nobility. He has a mischievous side but he was always sure when on diplomatic visits to keep it well tucked away. The cool air reached his skin more quickly as he stood waiting, internally he hopped someone came soon as he truly did hate being cold.

NYMPHETAMINE

OOC: Typed up on my phone... if there are weird typos blame Siri. Haha