12-03-2017, 03:10 PM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
He is happy to see her, especially when the brilliant smile on her face seems to be unwavering. Her happiness is permeable and tactile - it elicits a certain kind of joy within his own chest, blue eyes sparkling with delight for her. “I’ve been well, Kolera,” he tells her, the cobalt of his lips curling into a genuine smile, lipping at the threads of her dark forelock to brush them from her bright eyes. So many things have happened in his absence, and the stallion has an overwhelming amount of humility as he comes to understand how truly blessed he has been - he missed Carnage’s destruction of those he loved most, he missed the devastation that had wrought itself on Taiga, and most of all, he seems to have missed the tension that rose between Tephra and Sylva. The now devilish kingdom is never far from Warrick’s mind, especially now that it is his leadership and guidance that all of Tephra will turn to for safety and protection. The dark blue of his feathers rustle uneasily at his sides at the thought, but he pushes it aside and focuses on his dear friend, whose explanation leaves her lips enthusiastically.
He listens eagerly, leaning in closer to hear what secrets she has to share. She speaks of the gods and he tilts his head at the mention of them (concern flutters across his face, as it always does), raising his brows curiously. Before he has a chance to speak she is beckoning him to follow her, much like she had done when she was just a child, and with a warm smile, he obliges. The stallion’s blazing blue eyes stare upwards at the newly grown trees, in awe of their majesty even though they are yet to be full grown. Something stirs in his chest, something like pride as he realizes that they are only growing because of Kolera. She has tended to the land and created beauty from the ashes of Carnage and other beasts, and spends her time here (alone?) to care for her creation, her work, her pride and joy.
“Kolera,” he murmurs breathlessly, the glancing towards her out of the side of his eye. He had never seen such devotion. “Your story is inspiring. Taiga will regrow, thanks to your selflessness.” He curves his neck towards her to brush his muzzle against the slope of her cheek, a silent thank you for all of her loyalty to her task. He is of smoke and volcanic ash and of sea, but even he can respect the once-great trees that reigned here, and is glad to see that they will be restored to their former glory.
“Passing through, to Hyaline.” He admits this to her with a simple toss of his head, the navy tendrils of his forelock cascading over his gentle gaze, a soft snort leaving him. “But you caught my eye, and I couldn’t resist seeing you.” He smiles, stepping forward to touch his nose to one of the young trees she planted, still in awe over the rapid growth that has consumed Taiga. “Do you plan on staying once your work here is done?” Warrick asks quietly, throwing his voice over his shoulder. For a moment his thoughts linger on Karaugh, the mare’s mother, and her residency in Tephra (though residency was not the correct term). He does not mention her, and he might not ever, for he would hate to deter his young friend from her dutiful work.
Warrick
@[Kolera]