you're the beacon / warrick

[wound]

I t seems that all the Tephrans enjoy the summertime much greater than the rest. Perhaps it is the knowledge that the rest of the world now sit in the same simmering temperatures as them, as though the seasons are now perfectly aligned and everything is in place. Wound finds herself relaxing into the rhythm of summer, allowing her muscles to stretch under the sun and her mind to wander beyond the complexities of her diplomatic lifestyle. She can tell that Warrick is more peaceful during this season of life as well. He smells of jungle-trees and sun-infused winds and a faint cologne of sweat. Wound doesn’t turn her gaze away from the dangerous fire-stream weaving just below her nose, but her body seems to melt under his gentle touch. “I think my version of busyness hardly compares to yours.” Her voice is warm and slightly teasing, the heat of the sun and the ease of the day loosening her tongue. Wound falls quiet thereafter, enjoying the light tugging the bay’s teeth offer as he grooms her mane. A smile finds her mouth when he mentions Wishbone; their daughter has become as untamable as the ocean that surrounds them and the volcano that warms them. She’s already past her first birthday and that’s a thing Wound is having a difficult time wrapping her mind around. “The world has big plans for that girl,” she admits. When Warrick’s mouth leaves her skin, she twists herself away from the stream. Wound looks at her Overseer’s face, searching for the lines of worry she had found there not long ago. But their conversation is shifting toward politics and she moves with it — her questions about his personal life can wait until later. In truth, Wound is pleased to hear of the relatively peaceful politics of Beqanna lately. There haven’t been any warrior cries sung into the skies for about a year now, nor any screeching of spiteful words or accusations tossed across borders. At the mention of Hyaline, she hears the change in the tune of his voice. Wound is glad that her daughter has Warrick as a father, partially for the very reason he proves in his adoration and concern for Solace. Another smile dazzles her mouth, this one understanding and soothing. “She’s doing well.” Although Wound hadn’t been able to gather a ton of information in regards to Hyaline’s growth, she had been met at the border by three individuals if that was any indication. “Wishbone was able to meet Solace and Svedka, so that was a nice treat. I believe your daughter flourishes in Hyaline. She was concerned about Hyaline’s ties to Nerine and Loess against our ties to Sylva and Ischia, but Solace wanted you to know that her kingdom will remain our ally regardless.” Her mentioning of Nerine brings Wound back around to Warrick’s previous mentioning of the kingdom. “You said we will be bonding closer to Nerine by offering one of our own?” Her mind scatters quickly through the list of members of Tephra. Their numbers are somewhere around average, but there seem to be more diplomats compared to soldiers. Nerine seems to lean toward the military side of things, especially with their (perhaps purposeful or perhaps not) Amazonian reputation. “Do you have someone in mind?”

credit to nat of adoxography.

@[Warrick] omg this is a novel i'm so sorry!!