12-18-2017, 05:34 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
A tight grip fastens around him mentally and the Overseer ruffles his feathers anxiously, a hooded glance shifting between both Longclaw and the stranger. Indigo tipped ears flick backwards into the thickness of his ebony mane, cobalt lips twitching unhappily at the feeling - someone, whether it be this stranger or a new presence on the cusp of visibility, is flipping through his mind like a book. Fortunately, only a few moments pass and he can feel the grip lessening, and with curled lips he begins to take a step forward to interrogate this stranger further - how dare he slip into his mind? But suddenly, a woman appears - a ghost among Tephra’s flames and ash - and though her appearance to him throughout his country is fleeting, the dark lady’s sudden materialization does not startle him; only because he had a name to go with the strong and icy expression on her face.
Reagan. He says to himself in his mind; he would know her anywhere, and though never officially holding a conversation, the dark mare joins them. For a moment his mind flickers to Ceara, the red velvet and ebony woman from a few days past, but he quickly pushes her from his mind when the magician begins to speak. His vibrant eyes follow her as she gracefully steps forward, a name coming from the darkness of her lips that now belongs to the stranger before them. Romek. A name with great recognition but with an invisible face, a memory lost among Taiga’s destruction.
Warrick can feel Longclaw’s displeasure, the prickling of the wolf’s skin matching Warrick’s own fluttering wings - suddenly, Taiga’s problems have now spurted onto Tephra’s land.
The Overseer allows Reagan her piece and as well as Romek’s - the tension is palpable and grows, and when Romek addresses both Warrick and Longclaw again, the blue-bay responds first with a sharp snort and a furrowed brow. The name from the bioluminescent stallion is unfamiliar and for a moment, Warrick is glad. The unrest between the magician and the Taigian is obviously not resolved, and for now, Tephra holds no duty in solving it.
Longclaw - truthful as ever, and even more blunt - swiftly and gratefully answers Romek with the same information Warrick would have given him. The name Maribel means nothing, and does not bring a memory to his mind. He’s about to dismiss Longclaw to return to his guard duty, but with the uneasy magician near him and with a stranger that could hold the same abilities, the winged-stallion keeps the fire-wielding wolf at his side for a moment longer.
“Taiga’s troubles seem never-ending,” he muses thoughtfully with a flick of his tail at his heels, quiet eyes flickering from Reagan and then Romek. “Obviously there is much of the past to discuss between the two of you. It will not be settled any further inside Tephra - fight, discuss, what have you - if an understanding is met, you may enter Tephra I will happily escort you myself to be sure a Maribel isn’t hiding amongst the smoke and salt.”
His tranquil gaze rests with finality on Romek, a quiet solemnity in his eyes. Family is complicated and so are friendships - the stallion knows of the once-shifters that reigned within the forests, and he understands the foundation that has obviously crumbled between Reagan and Romek. However, the blue-winged stallion will not allow any ill-will from the past to be brought in to spoil Tephra, even if the source of the malice began with one of their own.
Warrick