[open] After Us Comes The Flood; Envoys from The East

[Raul]

As they are approached, the blood stained stallion let Warlight and Clayton advance half a pace ahead of himself. His only stake in this venture was the princess's welfare. Whatever the kingdoms decided had little to do with him beyond that. So he kept his own counsel, with the exception of flashing antagonistic expressions with the other male when Warlight wasn't looking. 

While the ambassadors said their pieces, he stood at Warlight's shoulder. He felt no small sense of pride in her decorum as the meeting progressed, how well she handled herself in the face of uncertainty. It was another kind of bravery than the type he already knew she possessed, and it only added to his admiration of the pied mare. Gazing coolly across the space to the man who'd greeted them, Raul waited silently, content to watch and learn. 

@[Warlight] @[Clayton] @[Ruan]