Desolation comes upon the sky // ALL, KINGDOM MEETING.

[Wolfbane]

- Are you thinking of me when you love him? -

How much longer he can keep up his visits here without Arthas addressing them isn’t really on Wolfbane’s mind while he flies eagerly North. Hardly a night passes without the dark twist of a certain honeyed lips to greet him, so even Arthas could hardly blame the new lieutenant a visit to placate those very same dreams. He reasons that if his King could only meet her, see the way she wears her strength much like him, (without the use of superfluous magic) then there wouldn’t be as much shine to the Sylvia alliance as there might have been.

Even when he drifts through Tephra’s borders and grounds to mingle among the rest, the gold-and-blue striped stallion is hard pressed to say he isn’t enchanted by the general atmosphere this event was giving off. With so much oddity coming out of the ‘haunted’ forest, it was nice to be witness to the bright lives Wishbone had already touched; himself and apparently her father, Warrick, too. Bane finds himself looking up towards her with the same sort of pride, enjoying every moment of the long-anticipated crowning.

Wishbone looks achingly beautiful, and fiercely the daughter one would come to expect from the Tephran Monarch. It was marveling to watch her ascend, so instantly certain and aware of her responsibilities. Inside of himself, though, Bane felt something bittersweet at this perfect scene. The freshly anointed Nerinian Queen was saying things like enemies and Loess in the same sentence. Things that made his ears burn and his spine suddenly go rigid from tension.

He ground it away. Being invited certainly gave him a pass and so for the remainder of her day Wolfbane enjoys himself and humors the bright young Queen, all for the benefit of Wishbone’s happiness and, admittedly, his own.

WOLFBANE