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[Warrick]

like the sun swallowed up by the earth

The shift of Tephra’s leadership had been peaceful and smooth process - the volcanic peninsula welcomed him without much hesitation, and so did its people. This shift, however, already weighs heavy on his heart and his head - there is much to consider with his home as it moves beneath his guidance, and the navy-winged stallion cannot help but feel a little bit inadequate; is he ready?

He knows nothing of the inner stirrings of Ellyse’s mind as she finds him within the depths of twilight, tenderly finding him with a gentle brush of her cheek against the auburn of his shoulder. The peace he feels in her presence is astounding, and he wonders if she truly knows how much her friendship means to him, and with widened, gentle eyes, he turns to meet her gaze. He can feel the soft rustle of their velvet feathers as they meet so familiarly, ivory and indigo blending beneath the dying starlight.

‘Warrick. I need to speak with you.’

She is soft as she stands beside him - something that is also unfamiliar and almost unsettling - nearly hesitant in the way her voice leaves her throat. The unfamiliar weight that clings to her voice strikes something in his chest, and though his gaze is already fixed on hers, the expression changes - he wonders what she is bringing him beneath the rising morning light - and his eyes search her face imploringly, worriedly. His wings flex slightly and the cobalt sheen of each individual feather glimmers with the movement, rustling with an anxiousness he has not felt in a long while.

His heart thrums smoothly, but it is hard and strong against his ribcage. He inhales deeply, turning his face towards the sea, where the sun now proudly rises - his first official day as Tephra’s Overseer has begun. With a shuddering sigh, he exhales. The sea breeze begins to stir as the heat from the sun warms the air, the briny wind familiarly brushing through his mane and feathers.

“What has happened?” His voice filters through the thick, ashen air with a robustness from the morning, his face expressionless as he watches the sun rise over his ocean.

His mind reels with the possibilities, but he remains stoic as ever, never showing the intensity that is beneath his auburn face.

Warrick

@[Ellyse]