07-27-2017, 03:10 PM
The bitterness that had overcome his features begins to waver, though the taste still lingers disdainfully on his tongue. Had Kolera not been there, perhaps the conversation would have gone differently. Perhaps if Warrick thought less about the good of the kingdom and more about his own selfish desires, the blue-bay stallion would not be standing so politefully next to the prodigal son now returned. But (and perhaps to Warrick’s downfall), he is ever aware of the kingdom’s forward motion; his duty to Offspring and his fellow residents overcame the powerful rage that lingers behind locked cages. Besides, Levi had yet to give him a reason for any sort of action, save for a few accusing stares and venom-dripped words.
His eyes, a constant brilliant blue and sparkling with an unfamiliar wariness, continue to watch Kolera. He can see that she is digesting what they have told her, her mind spinning and twirling, and soon Warrick’s does the same. He remembers the soft brown gaze of the filly he had seen many moons ago, and even now, the same gentle look finds her features as she realizes that she may not be as welcome here as she had when she was just a foal. Almost at the same time as she does, Warrick turns his attention in the direction of the tree that had been a pivotal reminder of their encounter so long ago, still shriveled and dead from her accidental discovery of her ability. His gaze softens as she immediately turns to go towards the long-dead tree, where other plants and vines had begun to wrap themselves around it, overgrown with tropical foliage.
Levi, rightly so, is disgruntled as he begins to follow her, but Warrick is merely thoughtful (and perhaps almost as sorrowful as Kolera, especially when he looked into her wide, saddened eyes). He follows silently, his wings shuffling at his sides as he moves beside Levi. The older stallion remains quiet as they draw upon her, his eyes focused on the young bay girl before them.
Our hands are tied, Warrick muses to himself, listening to Levi’s clipped and curt voice. He did not say anything, for everything he spoke is utterly true. Had it not been for Levi’s lineage, the fire-wielding sabino would be homeless as well, just as Kolera. Of course, Kolera’s contriteness is a little more soothing to Warrick than Levi’s stoic and silent way of rebuilding himself.
“You must not go any further into Tephra without an escort,” Warrick says after what seems like a very long while of him being silent. As he speaks he steps towards her, guiding her away from the tree (for it has long since been dead and there was no fixing the past) with a gentle brush of his muzzle against her shoulder, both now facing Levi. “If your wish is to reside here, I will bring you to the King myself.” His brilliant blue eyes flash upwards to Levi but says nothing – he may join him if he wishes, but he had half a mind to think that the younger stallion will diminish into the shadows. “But if that is not your wish, you must go, Kolera.”
His eyes, a constant brilliant blue and sparkling with an unfamiliar wariness, continue to watch Kolera. He can see that she is digesting what they have told her, her mind spinning and twirling, and soon Warrick’s does the same. He remembers the soft brown gaze of the filly he had seen many moons ago, and even now, the same gentle look finds her features as she realizes that she may not be as welcome here as she had when she was just a foal. Almost at the same time as she does, Warrick turns his attention in the direction of the tree that had been a pivotal reminder of their encounter so long ago, still shriveled and dead from her accidental discovery of her ability. His gaze softens as she immediately turns to go towards the long-dead tree, where other plants and vines had begun to wrap themselves around it, overgrown with tropical foliage.
Levi, rightly so, is disgruntled as he begins to follow her, but Warrick is merely thoughtful (and perhaps almost as sorrowful as Kolera, especially when he looked into her wide, saddened eyes). He follows silently, his wings shuffling at his sides as he moves beside Levi. The older stallion remains quiet as they draw upon her, his eyes focused on the young bay girl before them.
Our hands are tied, Warrick muses to himself, listening to Levi’s clipped and curt voice. He did not say anything, for everything he spoke is utterly true. Had it not been for Levi’s lineage, the fire-wielding sabino would be homeless as well, just as Kolera. Of course, Kolera’s contriteness is a little more soothing to Warrick than Levi’s stoic and silent way of rebuilding himself.
“You must not go any further into Tephra without an escort,” Warrick says after what seems like a very long while of him being silent. As he speaks he steps towards her, guiding her away from the tree (for it has long since been dead and there was no fixing the past) with a gentle brush of his muzzle against her shoulder, both now facing Levi. “If your wish is to reside here, I will bring you to the King myself.” His brilliant blue eyes flash upwards to Levi but says nothing – he may join him if he wishes, but he had half a mind to think that the younger stallion will diminish into the shadows. “But if that is not your wish, you must go, Kolera.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Kolera] @[Levi]