Like a Thorn to the Holy Ones
Sure, Magnus would revel in Nymphetamine’s struggle to locate him. It only seemed natural, the blood bay stallion was more than able to “take what he gave” and didn’t mind that the buckskinned king returning the banter. He preferred it actually. Vanilla was boring, too plain, and the banter kept things a little more interesting. Eventually Magnus came forward, and asked what the bay was in such a hurry over.
A curious look took Nymph’s features. Surely Magnus would know… sure Magnus had a vision, a plan. Surely, Magnus knew he had one of the best diplomats in Beqanna standing within his lands. But then again maybe he wouldn’t Magnus hadn’t been there for his years… Magnus only knew him as the traitor. Sure they had since forgiven and not-quite-forgotten, but Magnus didn’t know that Nymph was more than trained..able. The bay searched Magnus for the joke, the jest at the heart of his quandary but didn’t find it. So he sighed and resigned himself to having to say it. He hated that. Not for the pride of it, but...way it would make him sound, pretentious and over reaching. ”What is the plan for Tephra? Beqanna sleeps, but not for long I am sure, the scale will tip eventually. We will need allies. Who will they be? I worked with Killdare for years building and maintaining our allies. I assume I can do the same here and now.
Tephra was young, but they didn’t have to be weak like a young nation though, they had some of the wisest leaders amongst them, and generally an experienced crew of generals and diplomats and the like. They had an advantage, surely Magnus would want to take advantage. Nymph had been away too long to know the strategies for their current alignment, but he would learn, and move to enforce and grow their standing. He had done it once and would do so again. He just needed Magnus’ approval and direction.
NYMPHETAMINE
Magnus' Personal Thorn, Once Governor of Chamber