12-05-2017, 04:18 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
He rather enjoys the company, and the way her lilting voice becomes a welcome distraction - he also realizes (a bit sullenly), that he has been rather lonely as the days grow longer and more brutal, keeping to himself along the briny and smoky shores of his home, beneath the grumbling ash of the volcano. Her presence is a breath of fresh air, sweet and cool against the sweltering and unforgiving heat. You are so serious, Warrick.
He is not surprised by the comment, because she is completely right (for he’s heard it before), but also because the teasing flutter of her voice is natural on her vocal cords, simple and honest. He follows her statement with a deep chuckle that reverberates in the bellows of his chest cavity, his eyes sparkling with laughter. He says nothing, for in just a few moments she sweeps the ebony of her lips against the copper of his cheek, a gentle and sweetly-snuck kiss so generously planted on his face. His brows raise curiously, though he does not question the gesture, and though he is taken aback (for being older than her, the stallion is not as familiar with women as so many would believe), he offers her a charming, thankful smile, ushering her towards the deeper jungle behind them where trails of freshwater flow freely beside streams of molten lava.
Warrick leads her towards a nearby stream, a few meters wide with a gentle, flowing current. At a trot he enters, the water rising to meet his chest as it splits around his body. The cool rush of water running through the heavy feathers of his broad wings brings a sigh from his navy lips, ruffling them so that the water may reach every lithe bone and tendon beneath their cobalt color. His brilliant blue gaze flashes to Ceara and he lowers his head, a deep nicker vibrating in his throat as he encourages her to join him.
“What of the world have you seen, Ceara?” he asks gently when she joins him, his vibrant blue eyes never leaving her.
Warrick
@[Ceara]