04-03-2018, 08:24 PM
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H er trip to Hyaline with Wishbone had been very successful, both in political and familial terms. Wound had been able to speak with Solace about their alliance and the bridges Tephra would soon be building and Wishbone had been able to meet her older siblings living in the other places of Beqanna. Overall, the journey had been a tiring but fulfilling one.It’s taken her a bit of time to reach out to Warrick and brief him on how everything went. Tephra and its diplomats have been busy, moving between kingdom borders and common grounds. And Wound knew her king had also been busy, as kings often are, and so she waits until it is a peaceful summer day to call him. Wound finds herself nestled alongside a thin stream of lava working itself through the island undergrowth. Long, tangled vines hang from the trees overhead and the outstretching branches shield the silver bay’s shoulders from the worst of the sun. Although the grass surrounding Wound is emerald green from the nutrition of summertime, the ground close to the stream is charcoal-black and cracked, chemically different from the heat of the liquid fire. The diplomat observes the cracked rocks of the embankment as she waits for Warrick to greet her, coffee brown eyes searching the orange-red-yellow liquid as if it might hold the answers to questions she couldn’t even think to ask. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Warrick]