kids sure like the devil these days [warrick/longclaw/any]

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

Kromium joins him, speaking Warrick’s name in greeting which the Overseer responds with by a slight nod of his head in the younger stallion’s direction. However, the deep oceanic eyes of the osprey-King remain on the golden woman and her scaled compatriot, inquisitive as they stand before him. A navy-tipped ear flicks back at the sound of another approaching, nostrils flaring all the while his gaze remains unwavering (piercing, even) on the two strangers. The palomino offers him a name, ears flicking forward and a soft snort leaving him.

A proposition?

His eyes slide to the younger of the two - the daughter, Atajar - with slight concern dimming his already stoic expression. She remains silent, however, and does not offer anything more to the conversation save for her steady and silent presence. This unnerves Warrick, but what happens next sets a trickle of doubt in the deep recesses of his mind.

Warrick’s ear flicks back a second time at the sound of another approaching, yet this time, a flash of familiar blue causes his head to turn towards the figure.

Longclaw.

There is an audible snort (loud, confused) that is his only response to the sight of the blue warg, surprise in the Overseer’s cerulean gaze. Even more so as Longclaw appears to know the two, and specifically addresses Atajar so familiarly, and jokingly.

The whole scene is odd and a bit of a mess, but Warrick tosses his head lightly as if to attempt to smooth away the confusion that still gently presses into the hardened angles of his face. “Harmonia, Atajar,” he addresses them both, despite the silence from the daughter. “Do tell us whatever it is you plan to propose?”

Warrick

@[Harmonia]