She speaks as if she knows the stars and their mysteries, and perhaps she does, but it does nothing to alleviate the deepening frown on his white face, his deep oceanic eyes roving the eternal expanse before them as if something would start to happen. Even to this day his father, Warrick, would look to the skies for comfort and guidance, calling upon their wisdom as if they held all the answers. Warden would stand beside him, as a colt and even now, as a stallion, and follow his gaze but would only find emptiness and silence, a great indifference that seems so fitting.
The rigidity in his spine loosens just a bit; his own experience with the stars and the cosmos does not necessarily define the truth, he reminds himself, and the deep auburn of his shoulder rolls in an attempt to smooth the sharp edges of his posture. Her question is innocent enough, a mere curiosity spurred out of his obvious lack of fondness for the night sky, but he begins to simper, feeling himself suddenly too small and too insignificant beneath the open expanse, his lips twitching into a grimace.
Warden’s white wings fidget at his sides, a deep hum of thoughtfulness in his throat. “Many things,” he tells her plainly, pausing to draw a deep breath, “but mostly that the future would not come to pass and that curses would be broken.” Warden’s face becomes distant, hard and unreadable. It is perhaps the most she will get from him, for he would rather keep his fore-seeing abilities and their terrors to himself. “If anyone would be capable, it would be the stars, right?” His voice softens just so, his question not so pointed at the stranger but towards the stars above, pain and fear tightening his throat.
A moment passes and he inhales deeply, the autumn air cool and dry in his nostrils. “Perhaps I ask for the wrong things,” he says thinly, flicking his dark tail against the auburn of his flank, his eyes narrowing before turning to glance at the silvered woman near him. “What have you asked for that they’ve answered?” Something like jealousy swirls around him, but at the same time inquisitiveness - what is it that stars find important enough to answer to?
WARDEN
@[aletta]
he's a grump i apologize
he's a likeable guy i promise
