12-21-2017, 01:17 PM
let me pick your brain, girl.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
and tell me how they got that pretty little face on that pretty little frame.
Yes. Warrick is simply enough.
He is strong, and wise, and honorable.
What he lacks, is confidence in his own abililities. An Overseer, a King - a servant. Humbled by the weight of his responsibility. He was a good leader - the one that Tephra needed. He just needed to start believing it himself - something that everyone else already did.
He also needed to stop flying away. When the going gets tough, the tough simply dont flitter off into oblivion!
Which is exactly what happened the last time Ceara had seen Warrick. She had not been sure how to respond to the whole thing. Was it something she did? Was it something he'd felt? She was determined to try and not be angry. There was a perfectly reasonable explanation. He was a busy man with alot to do. He wouldn't just fly off and leave her hanging. This is what she kept telling herself. She was not angry. She was not angry
She was angry.
Ceara makes her way over to where the islands bleed into the mainland. When the tide goes out, it as if they are no more than tiny hills in a sea of wet sand. Tidepools, each with their own set of wildlife, dot the landscape, and Ceara has always been fascinated by the anenomies. And yet when she sees what she finds standing there, the tidepools remain forgotten...
"I see you have found time for grooming your precious feathers. Must have been a grueling flight. Running away from any other women lately? Or is it just me?"
Her tongue clicks behind her teeth, and she is visibly sizzling.
"Hello Warrick."
ceara
offspring x reagan, smoke healing & fire negation