07-01-2017, 02:59 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
He has returned from visiting Warrick in Tephra, sullen and fatigued.
The Autumn sun is warm and bright in its brilliant blue home, but it does nothing to help the young stallion's spirits. Hyaline is burned and drab, the once vibrant foliage now gray, charred, and dead. He has done his diplomatic duties, having warned Nerine and Sylva of the attack (and also Tephra, but that was mostly for Warrick), and now he is prepared to mourn beneath the twisted, burnt boughs of his favorite wisteria tree.
It appears, however, that even Hyaline's destruction has not deterred the arrival of a newcomer, one that looks tiredly wide-eyed at the cloudy lake, a sad image compared to its usual crystalline self. "Hello, little one," he offers pleasantly to the chestnut unicorn, coming to a stop beside her. His words, though warm, cannot hide his own fatigue as he turns his amber gaze to the lake before them. "You've come to see the lake at an interesting time," he gives a gentle sigh as he turns back to look at the filly, "but it's still beautiful, yes?"
"My name is Amet, I am the King here, or so they tell me. And you look like you come use some sleep," he tells her with a quiet chuckle.
Amet
@[Cherish]