[private] Blood is Thicker Than Water //Magnus\\

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

Magnus has seen neither hide nor hair of Kromium and his family since the tense kingdom meeting in the immediate aftermath of the spreading of the disease. He had watched them disappear over the horizon, and while part of him had almost stopped the meeting to go after them, he had trusted the iron stallion with the well-being of his own family. And Magnus had meant what he said. He couldn’t abandon Tephra to care for the rest of Beqanna. He needed to make sure his own home was stable first.

Still, that didn’t stop him from keeping an eye on the border, scanning the edges of it for signs of the green and the lavender that would herald their return. It didn’t stop him from frowning with thought, worrying about their fate and their safety in the shifting of the tides around them.

So it with a sigh of relief that he recognizes the lavender mare begin to make her way back into his home. A sigh that quickly morphs as he recognizes her agitation. He begins to make his way through the meadow, scanning her body for signs of illness. He quickly spots the wounds fresh across her withers and concern blossoms in his belly, his handsome face washed with the worry of it.

“Karat,” his whiskey voice is low as he comes near her. “Karat, are you okay?” He doesn’t think about the possible tension between them or that he may be the last person she wants to see. He simply thinks about the scabs on her body, the frustration in her eyes, the sweat darkening her body. He steps in closer, not touching her, but standing protectively near her. “Is there something that I can do to help?”

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine