Cold is the Night; Illusen

[Nymeria]

Nymeria could remember it quite well. The day that Kreios had brought the new mare to her precious home, the day that Nymeria’s world had been shaken apart. The bay mare had not been living in Orange Country long, but she had grown accustomed to the quiet. She had become friends to the trees for this was her home or at least that is how it felt. Nymeria knew that the reality of the situation was that Kreios owned this home, and she was merely an invited visitor. She may have been devoted to her stallion, but there was no way of knowing if he shared in that mutual feeling. Nymeria had watched from a distance when the white mare had danced amongst the rows of trees and touched her nose to Kreios. It had sent shivers of jealously down Nymeria’s spine- and thinking of it once more brought about the same (albeit a bit smaller) reaction. It wasn’t like Nymeria to search out the new mare, but she thought it best. Nymeria knew that a herds’ health depended upon the relationships within its borders. She knew that jealousy would not harness care and support for Kreios- so she would take it upon herself to meet, greet, and listen to the white dancer. Nymeria wanted to give her a fair chance to represent herself. The judgments that Nymeria had made previously would simply not do. She wished to approach this interaction with nothing but an open mind. It was tough for Nymeria to stroll to the central location of the country. She enjoyed the outskirts and venturing atop the canyons. Nymeria knew though that the spring would eventually bring about the dancer. She would have to gather a drink sometime, and when she did Nymeria was ready to be friendly with enough friendliness as she could muster. nymeria