lost to these linens / warrick

[Warrick]

like the sun swallowed up by the earth

Warrick surveys his kingdom with the reverie of flight, expertly twisting in the clear skies with the mere twitch of his feathers, the large wings pumping only ever so often at his sides to keep him adrift thousands of feet above the air. Beqanna had gone silent lately, and the silence brings him a sense of foreboding, which keeps him ever watchful on each resident that lingers on the sand and through the smoke of their home. He especially kept a close eye on the newest member, a fresh and wild child that is his own.

The clear skies turn darker as he nears his volcano, the smoke and ash filtering through the otherwise clean air that he flies through. He is never too far behind her (he did this both with Svedka and Solace, and he wonders how long it will take for Wishbone to realize that he is always near), and she is never too far from the volcano. His other children did not fancy the lava spitting mountain like he had, and when he finds Wishbone attempting to climb its steep rock, a pleasant smile finds the dark blue of his mouth.

He lands with a solid thud behind her, just as she had finally found herself on the flat sheet of rock just a foot or two from the sandy ground. He smells of the sun and the wind, and as his grand wings fold into his sides with a flutter of blue feathers, the salty spray of the beach already has begun to cling to every inch of him. The stallion steps forward with a rumbling laugh, reaching his neck towards her to lightly bump the auburn of her rump with his nose. Her placement on the rock puts her a little bit above his eye-level, and the idea of her looking down on him causes an unceasing smile to find his mouth.

“You will get there someday, little one.” He tells her with a hint of a laugh on his gentle voice.

Warrick

@[Wishbone] <3
She is adorable, omg.