He spends most of his time within the kingdom borders, venturing out occasionally to the Field or the Meadow. He’s tried a few steals and done moderately well. He’s not battled, but with his immortality drained entirely, the bay stallion is no longer in his prime. He’s aging, growing grey and a bit thin. It’s altogether unpleasant, and he’s considered – more than once – that were he to leave the kingdom he’d be back to his old self in a matter of months. He never leaves though, even with all the temptation.
Today he is looking for Shatter Me, seeking out the grey Queen wherever she might have tucked herself away. She’d not come when the Amazon diplomat was here, despite the fact that Texas had called out for her. She might have been busy, he knows, but he’s still not seen her in some time. Ships passing in the night, and all that. Raising his grizzled muzzle, the bay stallion calls out. He decides not to move, in case she comes quickly, and settles down in the afternoon sunshine, enjoying the breeze as it blows the long grasses of the meadow against his legs and belly.