the sound of silence; MAGNUS/ADNA

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

There has been an increasing amount of newcomers on Tephra’s borders.

The plague spreads dark and wide across the whole of Beqanna and it drives many to seek solace in one of the most established lands protected from the worst of it. It keeps Magnus rooted in the land for longer than he anticipates, spending time greeting those who come to seek sanctuary within the volcanic land. With the shifting of leadership, there were other matters to attend to  and they kept him busy. There were decisions to be made, shifts to occur within the structure of Tephra. Much of it was reinstating structure that previous existed, but there was still changes to be made, which required attention and work.

All of which is to say that is home and nearby when the brightly colored stallion lands on the outskirts of Tephra. Lifting his heavy-jawed head up, Magnus looks at him for a moment, taking stock of him, before beginning to make his way toward the stallion. He has no way of knowing that he was there to discuss the crimson and mahogany mare he helped raise (she called him uncle, although their relationship was not nearly so simple). He had no way of knowing he was there to call upon Adna (the mischievous snake girl had kept him on his toes over the past few weeks, and he knew she was nearby stirring trouble up).

All he knows is that he is a newcomer, a stranger, and he sits upon his borders.

It does not take Magnus long to make his way toward him, war-scarred body nimbly traversing the dips and crannies of the land. When he is several feet away, he stops, dipping his head in his customary greeting and giving him a crooked smile. “Welcome to Tephra.” The wind picks up slightly, washing away the scent of sulfur to replace it with hints of ocean salt. “My name is Magnus. How can I help you?”

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine