03-02-2018, 10:26 PM
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W ound’s stomach flips when she spots Warrick gliding through the sky. He’s a mere pinprick for a moment (a dark blot in the endless blue of the sky), but it isn’t long before the strength of his wings and the entanglement of his mane grows more visible. Their relationship is one Wound can’t quite pull apart yet and, frankly, she’s not sure if she wants to.She’s content for leaving it how it is now, enjoying the sensation of his nose tracing the outline of her neck briefly. “Thank you for coming,” she murmurs. Wound is positive the Overseer has plenty of other business to attend to, whether kingdom-wise or within himself personally, but the words Imperial might speak could warrant important business itself. Indeed, after the diplomat’s second introduction, they are being invited into Loess’ borders. The political climate of Beqanna is healthy and it causes another gentle smile to ease across Wound’s lips. The mention of a yearling of Warrick’s causes the silver bay’s eyes to turn toward the Overseer. Their daughter — a wild, courageous girl — comes to mind. But she won’t offer Wishbone up without Warrick’s consideration. She waits patiently, curious to hear Warrick’s voice but certain he will gladly accept. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Imperial] @[Warrick]