An Undefined Soul; Any

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash I am feeling bold today. Perhaps it was that I rose early, when the dunes were still pale blue instead of gold. Perhaps it is winter and the rains are on the horizon. Whatever the reason, my head is held high as I make my way through the Field, glancing curiously at those around me. The Amazon’s bright tattoos are what initially catch my eye about the pair, but I smile warmly at them both as I settle my spotted body beside them. “Hello,” I say, glancing first at Sunday, who has already given her name, and then at the mare beside her. She’ll be the one looking for a home, I know; I should focus on her. I split my attention though (perhaps the reason I will never make a good warrior despite my impressive bulk). They are both conversation partners, for today at least, and favoring one over the other seems pointless. Perhaps I might run into Sunday again even if this chestnut mare doesn’t choose what I have to offer. “I’m Kreios, from the Desert.” It’s odd to not offer anything else, but I have no herd yet, and so no land or title to give. Sunday has already asked the brown mare for her name so I settle my weight on my hind lges and wait for a reply.