To The Field

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash The spring sunshine is almost too warm, and I enjoy the cool breeze that ruffles my pale mane as I make my way through the Field. It is not so crowded as it sometimes is, but I notice that the majority of the mares have foals at their sides. Most are already engaged in conversation, but as I look across the Field I see a lone mare, her pale coat almost a beacon among the bright spring grasses. I approach her slowly, well aware of my imposing size, and settle a comfortable distance away from her as I nod my head in greeting. I’ve stopped close enough for us to carry on a conversation, but hopefully not close enough to make her feel as though I am trying to crowd her. “Hello there,” I say with a genuine smile, my tenor voice surprisingly soft for a stallion of my size. “My name is Kreios. What’s yours?”