06-20-2017, 09:05 AM
Warrick follows Ivar’s gaze as the young colt looks out over the sea, the pinpricks of starlight beginning to show as the sun begins to drop below the horizon. He watches out over the calm sea with a thoughtful glance (so deep in thought, he always was), his lips forming into a thin and expressionless line as he too, imagines stars dancing across the atmosphere. The sound of Ivar’s voice brings him back from the ocean’s rippling surface, his blue eyes sparkling as he thanks him sincerely. Warrick nods his head, the thick blackness of his forelock falling to one side of his face. “You are most welcome, Ivar. I cannot speak for Offspring, but I don’t see why your presence would ever be rejected here in Tephra.”
Warrick’s chuckle is deep and rumbling as it reverberates in his chest, Ivar’s excitement becoming contagious as he speaks of Sylva. Trees of eternal gold, burning like the sun against the horizon. Yes, he could see it.
The pied yearling’s next statement surprises Warrick fully, not being able to hide the way his brows rise inquisitively and his jaw slackens just so. “Djinni?” he repeats slowly but almost whimsically, his blue lips turning lopsided as he grins. Of course, he thinks. He sometimes forget that Beqanna itself can still be so small. “I’m sure she would be delighted; we have not seen each other for quite some time,” he says with a smile of assurance, wondering if Ivar will run home to let the mare know exactly who had given him the tour of Tephra. He is sure that her reaction might be the same as his own.
Warrick’s chuckle is deep and rumbling as it reverberates in his chest, Ivar’s excitement becoming contagious as he speaks of Sylva. Trees of eternal gold, burning like the sun against the horizon. Yes, he could see it.
The pied yearling’s next statement surprises Warrick fully, not being able to hide the way his brows rise inquisitively and his jaw slackens just so. “Djinni?” he repeats slowly but almost whimsically, his blue lips turning lopsided as he grins. Of course, he thinks. He sometimes forget that Beqanna itself can still be so small. “I’m sure she would be delighted; we have not seen each other for quite some time,” he says with a smile of assurance, wondering if Ivar will run home to let the mare know exactly who had given him the tour of Tephra. He is sure that her reaction might be the same as his own.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
