The PRiNCESS Portrayal

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Though the war drags on in other parts of Beqanna, there is no sign of violence in the Field. The summer sun is bright and warm, and as I stand beneath the shade of a large beech, it dapples my white coat and turns the handful of chestnut spots to varying shades of mahogany. I am here to find members for our small kingdom, but I am in no hurry. I’d rather see who is here and gauge their interest than approach the horse in nearest proximity. Most of the occupants of the Field are gathered in a large bunch, but movement in the corner of my eye catches my attention, and I turn my head to see a pale mare lashing out at the sky with the front hooves. A smile wrinkles the edge of my mouth; I remember what it was like to want to be noticed. I wait until she has finished her dancing to approach, careful to not crowd her but still near enough to converse comfortably. She’s a pretty thing, that’s certain, but I’d like to think that I’m past the age where I can be easily swayed by a pretty face and a neat figure. “I hope you were trying to get attention,” I say with a friendly sort of nonchalance, “Because you’re certainly going to get it.” It’s obvious that I too, tend to get my share of attention. It’s attention of a different kind, of course, I am no dainty feminine creature. Instead, I have inherited my Percheron sire’s heavy built and imposing height, and my mother’s bright coloring. I am difficult to miss: red and white and eighteen hands tall, but I have always fit the gentle giant sterotype (with the flash of a redhead’s temper). “My name’s Kreios. What’s yours?”