Son of a Red Eyed Ghost
Deiti remains hushed at his side with no more movement than a nod of her dark profile or curl of her lips. He had instructed her that this was a diplomatic visit and she would speak when spoken to, nothing more. It was a learning experience of structure and discipline.
When the mare begins to apologize for the depth of water and whereabouts of Tephras leader he is quick to interject, "That is quite alright. We will be more than happy to wait patiently or come back at a more convenient time." He smiles kindly. Icey blue eyes follow the mares gaze to the day skies. Wondering briefly why she was looking so far up.
He hadn't need to wonder long before a chocolate and navy form appeared in the Tephran sky. This must be Warrick now. The stallion is quick to settle upon the earth and greet Wound. He allows them their moment but when the winged stallion gaze shifts to them, he greets with a bow of his head. Deiti's greeting follows in unison with his. Charcoal ears twist to catch all the stallion words. The obvious question is asked and barely lingers for a second before an answer, once again, spews from his silver lips, "I am Imperial and this is my daughter Deiti. We have traveled here from Loess to extend an invitation to you or a representative of Tephra to visit Loess. Our young Queen Lepis would love to make your acquaintance." His gaze shifts to Deiti for a moment and then back to Warrick, "Perhaps you have a child Lepis' age... She is nearly a yearling herself. She'd adore meeting someone her own age as well I'm sure." A pleasant smile creases his lips at the thought of kingdom children gathering for some fun. Things didn't always need to be so political after all...
Imperial
@[wound] @[Warrick]