Nymphetamine

Winter had never been his thing, the cold biting air, the constant dampness from snow that melted due to his body heat, shortened daylight hours; they all lead to the displeasure of the season. He would go hide away at in the Jungle if he could, but that wasn’t an option for many reasons. So the blood bay trudged through the snow and gritted his teeth against the cold and continued on with his duties. Chamber had changed quite a bit since he first joined her ranks. She no longer was home to everything that went bump in the night. She was still fierce, still capable and a force to be reckoned with if she felt the need to show it, but she was no longer showboating her strength about. No no, since the days of Killdare she had become a more silent power, an internal strength that was hidden beneath the surface. The bay preferred it this way, and worked, tried to at least, to help keep her power boiling unseen.

As one of the only lasting diplomats Chamber has had in many years Nymphetamine found his ability to keep Chamber strong was in his visits to elsewhere, to the other kingdoms of friends, foes, and the unknown. Since the warning, the state of all kingdoms were more aware and many of their nerves were “on end”, alert level orange. Nymphetamine for a long while didn’t leave the side of the once ever-burning tree. He felt he had to keep constant vigil, but eventually that subsided and he realized he had to be more proactive than that; continue his job of visits and talks. It had been many moons since he last stepped foot in the Falls. Vessel had been missing and Kimber and he had taken to the falls in search of her. Ygritte, and Kreios and joined their search and in the end they all found her with Chemdog. His sweet daughter had assured them there was no foul play and they had all left, though he was sure none of them believed that the whole truth. The visit had been of a personal nature but the care Ygritte and Kreios had shown for the young mare had earned them the respect of Chamber’s necromancer.

He hoped to call on the respect he hoped was mutual. He had heard many a rumor since the end of the raid, since the warning. The Falls’ rulers had cut ties with many, had withdrawn within their borders. Their gates were closed and Nymphetamine was curious to know why. There were many things that could cause a change in heart between allies and maybe it was a simple thing, but a total withdrawal was something he felt he must check in on...even if he had to cross Beqanna in the nipping cold.  The journey was not too long, as he had been recruiting in the field, and the slow change of the landscape was always intriguing to him. The slope slowly increasing to the grade went from flat to the most minuscule hills, until the land rose and fell in lovely mounds.  But then the trees thickened again and the land leveled out once more, the blood bay slowed, as he had reached the non- ally's border. 

Nymphetamine stopped and let out a call, stance alert, and ready, but surely he showed no aggression. He knew Kreios was always keenly aware of his border lands, so he wondered if Kreios would meet him first, but as this was a diplomatic venture, he hoped to converse with Ygritte or her diplomatic leader. Either way, Nymphetamine was curious what the visit would unfold. Would there be hard feelings after Kreios and Killdare battled in the raid? Or would they not have a discussion due to their withdrawn nature? Maybe they have had a great change in status and will seek an alliance? He knew not what Falls and its leaders were up to so he would just have to wait with an open mind. HIs answers would come soon enough.  

Like a thorn to the Holy Ones