05-06-2016, 09:55 AM
WEIR
Life seemed to be turning over for all as the War ended and the lands picked up the pieces. He himself was experiencing the most extraordinary happiness, one in the form of a bay woman and a small roan colt. It was all undeniably perfect and Weir had been lax in his Kingdom business but he was not quick to leave them, he might miss something.
Every day his son grew and every day was a new adventure in parenthood and family life. Somehow the gods had seen fit to bless Weir and Eira with a special child, one like themselves and that made it all the merrier. No one was left out that way and he quite liked it.
When the King calls he is slower to respond than ever, waiting patiently as Eira and Newton readied themselves and they could all arrive together- as a family.
Once there Weir recognizes several familiar faces, one of them being Zaravich and the other Tiphon. He can almost not believe that the stallion is real, for so long Weir was certain the man had wasted away to his sorrows but here he was, whole and breathing. He whickers once to the mare, greeting her with a quick acknowledgement before settling himself into the group. To Tiphon he lowers his head, a short huff of air and uncertainty given to the presence of the angel.
He was glad to see him back, glad and wary and uncertain. Weir wondered how the man fared now that he was back from what could only be described as the darkness.
As Weir listens patiently to the announcements he is surprised to hear his own name called to the forefront of the meeting. Lord. By golly the boy had done it now, a Lord, who would have thought? He chuckles in amusement at this, dipping his head in his thanks and watching with another shock as Ea steps forward.
He had not seen the mare often and when he had they had not exchanged words, a rare thing for Weir no doubt. The news could not be better though, especially with the sight of the new princess, the Dale was growing- slowly, of course but it was growing.
Every day his son grew and every day was a new adventure in parenthood and family life. Somehow the gods had seen fit to bless Weir and Eira with a special child, one like themselves and that made it all the merrier. No one was left out that way and he quite liked it.
When the King calls he is slower to respond than ever, waiting patiently as Eira and Newton readied themselves and they could all arrive together- as a family.
Once there Weir recognizes several familiar faces, one of them being Zaravich and the other Tiphon. He can almost not believe that the stallion is real, for so long Weir was certain the man had wasted away to his sorrows but here he was, whole and breathing. He whickers once to the mare, greeting her with a quick acknowledgement before settling himself into the group. To Tiphon he lowers his head, a short huff of air and uncertainty given to the presence of the angel.
He was glad to see him back, glad and wary and uncertain. Weir wondered how the man fared now that he was back from what could only be described as the darkness.
As Weir listens patiently to the announcements he is surprised to hear his own name called to the forefront of the meeting. Lord. By golly the boy had done it now, a Lord, who would have thought? He chuckles in amusement at this, dipping his head in his thanks and watching with another shock as Ea steps forward.
He had not seen the mare often and when he had they had not exchanged words, a rare thing for Weir no doubt. The news could not be better though, especially with the sight of the new princess, the Dale was growing- slowly, of course but it was growing.
WINTER IS COMING