The opposite of love is not hate. It's indifference // Any

[Kwartz]

Gods, it was humid. He'd thought Tephra had been muggy, but the climate of Ischia was in a class all its own. Like trying to breath in the clouds, it was. Kwartz flexed his wings unhappily. Krom and Karat wanted to come here for sentimental reasons as much as anything. It was humid and gritty and he kept tripping on vines and roots. No room to stretch his wings. Such was the price of family.

Upon reaching the island they had parted ways for a time, seeking out what answers they may in the chaos. Half-sighted, he had soared overhead a while, making a map in his head of where looked promising. So far, so little. The beach, perhaps. He could land for a while, rest in the winter's sun. That was one bright side, at least it was warm here. With easy grace, his hooves thudded down into the sand. His head tossed elegantly, knocking back the curtain of forelock from his good eye.

At first glance, it'd be easy to think him blind in total. One eye a glassy white marble in its socket, the other silvery pale. That was the one to watch. Cold and calculating, merciless aside from a few select individuals who he felt at peace with. It was a short list. But with those few his personality was almost unrecognizable. A roll of the die to see what face would show itself today.

@[The Plague] Roll please