[private] Boy of Fire [Warrick]

[Warrick]

we are crooked souls trying to stay up straight

The glow of the lava is almost spiritual as the sun begins to set on Tephra, the blazing round sphere halfway beneath the horizon of the wrinkled ocean. The sunset burns the atmosphere, setting it aglow with deep oranges and vibrant pinks, all the while the incessant glow of lava illuminates the shadows and fights through the seeping darkness. The volcano groans with anticipation, rumbling shakily somewhere beneath its warm hearth of rock and stone, spewing ash and smoke from its precipice. Warrick is at its base (most long-lived Tephrans find comfort near the volcano, while the newcomers are more cautious of being so close), just having emerged from the underground grotto where he normally rests. Tangerine is there, curled up with their quiet daughter, Marble, and safe for the night. The Overseer breathes in the stifling heat of the night air, his cerulean gaze falling across the blackened shoreline of the ocean with weary but content eyes.

A flick of his ear turns backwards as a gentle and familiar call comes to him on the wind. The stallion snorts, his wings fluttering at his sides as he turns towards the voice, returning with a call of his own so that Phoebus could meet him halfway. 

The Overseer easily finds Phoebus; not only had he been close by, but the glow of his body is richly vibrant, the same molten color of the lava that slowly treks in streams around them. Crickets have begun their nightly chorus as the final rays of sunlight fall across their bodies, Warrick’s robust figure illuminated in the warm glow of Phoebus’ armor as well as the volcano’s magma. The heat does not bother the osprey-King; he even finds comfort in it, warming his feathers near the younger stallion as he draws up before him. 

“Good evening, Phoebus,” Warrick offers in greeting, noting how much the stallion has grown (and reminds him immensely of Diable Rouge, who he dearly misses). Stars have begun to appear in the open expanse above them, winking sleepily in the blue-black sky.

Warrick

@[Phoebus]