05-21-2018, 07:12 AM
Belgaer
It had been some time since he’d last visited Tephra. The volcanic land rose and fell, protruding out of the ocean to create a steamy bed compiled of rock and river. Flying above he swerved through torrents of warm condensation, enjoying the unexpected touches of heat. As a foal he had spent countless hours upon the shore of Ischia, staring out towards the volcano as it’s hues of red shifted in a marvelous display. Now, nearly above him, Belgaer sensed its power and his body shook with intimidation. To live in the shadow of such an unpredictably entity took true courage and strength and he marveled and Tephra and her people.
Swooping low he found a clearing. Tucking his wings, he allowed gravity to pull him back towards the earth and, with one practiced motion, his hooves met the earth with a gentle thump. Not long ago the Tephran king had bridged the gap between his people and Ischia. Since his father’s ascension, many past residents had sought refuge behind the volcano’s border and the island had felt the loss. Brennen, however, had wisely allowed them to depart viewing the act as a simple act of loyalty rather than slight. Belgaer, however, still missed the familiar faces he’d grown accustomed to seeing throughout his life. It felt odd to refer to the island has having a king over its previously crowned queen. Krone herself had sought refuge in Tephra before she’d been kidnapped by the new king, Modicum Mortem. Her death still haunted the quiet places of Ischia.
Gazing up towards the smoking peak of the fiery mountain Belgaer exhaled. Whispers of the two children she’d left behind filled almost every empty space. Little Krom and Karat were safe, he knew, with the later of the two currently visiting Ischia. It was her two newest little ones that filled him with regret. Perhaps he could have convinced Brennen to allow her to stay. She would have been safe there, under their protection and her children would still have a mother.
The moment was past, however, and there was nothing that he could do to change the events that had transpired. He was loyal to Brennen now. His father. The king of Ischia.
Swooping low he found a clearing. Tucking his wings, he allowed gravity to pull him back towards the earth and, with one practiced motion, his hooves met the earth with a gentle thump. Not long ago the Tephran king had bridged the gap between his people and Ischia. Since his father’s ascension, many past residents had sought refuge behind the volcano’s border and the island had felt the loss. Brennen, however, had wisely allowed them to depart viewing the act as a simple act of loyalty rather than slight. Belgaer, however, still missed the familiar faces he’d grown accustomed to seeing throughout his life. It felt odd to refer to the island has having a king over its previously crowned queen. Krone herself had sought refuge in Tephra before she’d been kidnapped by the new king, Modicum Mortem. Her death still haunted the quiet places of Ischia.
Gazing up towards the smoking peak of the fiery mountain Belgaer exhaled. Whispers of the two children she’d left behind filled almost every empty space. Little Krom and Karat were safe, he knew, with the later of the two currently visiting Ischia. It was her two newest little ones that filled him with regret. Perhaps he could have convinced Brennen to allow her to stay. She would have been safe there, under their protection and her children would still have a mother.
The moment was past, however, and there was nothing that he could do to change the events that had transpired. He was loyal to Brennen now. His father. The king of Ischia.
The Prodigal Son
@[Amorette] Now, it's time for, deep thoughts with Bel. lol