02-26-2018, 03:21 PM
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W ound offers a simple, easy smile to the girl. She’s used to strangers looking over her deformation, especially when she walks by and they attempt to locate the source of her unique gait. In the beginning the looks had bothered her (who wants to see eyes roll in disgust every time they go somewhere public?), but as she matured into her home on Tephra so did her self-confidence. Now she attempts to ease the girl’s confusion and possible fear with a warm look.She’d been correct in her assumptions. They came from Loess, though Wound only knew that from her recent trip through Beqanna to meet Hyaline in her own diplomatic endeavor. She knows little of the kingdoms — who rules which stead and what type of ship they keep — and so her ears twist forward eagerly to hear on whose behalf the two come. Another sunny expression flutters across her face. “It’s nice to meet diplomats from another kingdom,” she admits. “Tephra welcomes you.” Her brows pull together now, from beneath the silver of her forelock. There are downfalls to such a well-protected kingdom, with the borders being the ocean, such as the limited access during high tides. “Unfortunately, we would have to wait a few hours for the tide to go down before we’d be able to cross without swimming.” She can hear the hidden question in Imperial’s voice. “Warrick is our Overseer. I’m sure he’s close by.” The silver bay turns herself in the direction of the island again, allowing a clear call for Warrick to pass through her throat. “I’m sure he’ll be here at any moment… I’m sorry you’re unable to cross at this time, but maybe that warrants another visit when the sandbank is available.” Another sunny smile drifts over Wound’s face as she glances to the sky, searching for Warrick’s appearance. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Imperial] @[Warrick]