Call it aftermath; Levi

[Levi]

Where his mane should be fire a low orange and red flame crackles, fed by Beqanna's magic. Cords of flame hang from his tails dock, still and steady, but never motionless as the fire turns in on itself. His broad face also remains still, in contrast with his recent outburst, as he watches his peer speak with casual confidence.  

"Warrick trusts me as far as he can throw me." Which wouldn't be far, and he can only assume the blue stallion is acting out on his own now. He wonders if Claw knows about the Hylaine attack which had heavily weighted nearly every interaction since. 

With a head full of smoke and adrenaline raging through his blood his flame had reached for a fleeing mare. They had caught her back leg, pulling her to the ground in a way very similar to the attack which had ended the two stallions mock battle, it's efficiency in that situation had been one of the reasons he had tried the same move on Longclaw. 

That mare had happened to be Tangerine, the future mother of Warrick's children.

After Warrick's coronation, Levi had considered leaving. Kings and Queens were as ever-changing as the tides around them, he wouldn't have been gone forever. But something had stopped him - several somethings with dark pelts and sparkling eyes. Offspring's son assumed there would be no place for him in the winged stallions vision of Tephra. But Claw's suggestion has peaked his curiosity, his industrious peer obviously had something up his sleeve. 

"What exactly are you asking, Claw?"

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.