together as one: any

[Warrick]

like the sun swallowed up by the earth

The sun is just rising but Warrick has been awake long before that. The night sky brings him to life beneath the moon and stars, and the blue-bay stallion hardly finds himself sleeping fully through it. There had been a time, a few years ago now, if he would allow himself to think on it, where he could find rest between the sunset and the sunrise - but until her return, he doubts sleep will truly find him again. With the golden rays of Tephra’s golden sun filtering onto the indigo of his feathers and warming the auburn of his back, the new Overseer stirs and begins to move, his head heavy with doubt and worry, but his heart beating strongly in his chest.

He sees the wolf before he notices the stranger, his intense blue gaze fastening on the canine that stands before the smoky black stallion, a gentle snort leaving his indigo nostrils. Warrick has never seen Longclaw in his wolf form, but the scent of him is familiar and brings him a sense of peace to know that the iridescent blue stallion still patrols the borders with skill and duty.

At a slow trot, he brings himself up beside the wolf (a strange experience, but his face only exudes stoicism and calmness), a flicker of his eyes towards Longclaw as a sign of recognition, and the hint of a dip of his head in greeting. The wolf has already ‘welcomed’ the stranger, and Warrick does nothing to suggest a different tone should be used - the stranger’s scent is unfamiliar and uncertain, and though it is obvious he is not well, Warrick has been disillusioned before. His feathers rustle at his sides as he flexes his wings, knowing that with Longclaw by his side that Tephra would be represented as a fierce and strong country; Warrick has seen his powers, and is not in the least bit worried if the conversation ended up going south.

“Yes,” the winged stallion begins, echoing Longclaw’s question: “how can we help you?”

Warrick