Son of a Red-eyed Ghost [Diplomatic Visit]

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

His chest swells with pride knowing that Wound has already greeted these strangers - she has done so much for him already, though the mere fact that she is the mother of his daughter is more than enough. Yet she still finds time to keep track of the kingdom duties (especially with Longclaw’s absence - his scent is stale on the wind), where Warrick is often not present enough to continue the part of Tephra he loves most - meeting new faces. He hopes that Wound finds the same sense of duty and loyalty that he had when he was merely a resident, welcoming new residents and guiding those from other kingdoms. It still resonates with him, and even though he is a busy man, he is glad that it has worked out to where he could stand beside her and merely have a conversation with those from another country.

The man introduces himself and his daughter, Warrick’s ears listening carefully to see if the names were memorable in his mind. Alas, they were not, but the land they come from strikes a chord, and at the name of Loess, a soft and gentle snort of interest leaves his navy nostrils. Imperial goes on to offer a visit of sorts, and though Warrick knows that the undertones cast a light on diplomatic discussions, he enjoys the idea of both Loess and Tephra coming together in a way that is casual and even comforting. His mind quickly brings Wishbone to its forefront - she had already visited Hyaline, and he is sure a visit to Loess would be a thrill of joy to her, especially with a girl that seems about her age. The Overseer smiles warmly, turning his gaze knowingly to Wound - he is sure they are thinking the same thing about their adventurous daughter.

Last he had heard, Ivar ruled proudly over Loess. He is genuinely surprised to hear that a queen - a young queen, at that - now has taken the helm. There is a moment of concern that flickers across his face (perhaps confusion as well - would a child know anything about kingdoms?), but in this moment there needed to be no decision of alliances or business. Visiting would perhaps shed more light, and illuminate the situation. So his look of thoughtfulness melds quickly into one of appreciation, smiling genuinely at those before him.

“Imperial, Deiti, welcome,” he greets them, dipping his head to the stallion first, then turning the depths of his blue gaze on the child, lowering his head so that he is at her level, and giving her a nod of greeting as well. Warrick lifts his head and turns back to Imperial. “You have visited our country, I feel like it is only right if we do the same. Besides, with winter on the horizon, a few days in the cold and perhaps snow would be good for us.” He chuckles, for Tephrans are known for their year-round sleekness - an effect of constant summer temperatures - and some of them do not remember the last time cold has touched their skin. It would be a good reminder. He turns to Wound, his face thoughtful. “Perhaps we could all go together?”

Of course, we also meant Wishbone.

Warrick

@[wound] @[Imperial]