Kreios
wildcat of the falls
Having left the protection of the Falls in the capable hands hooves of others, I’ve taken a rare free afternoon to venture to the Field. I’ve not been here since autumn and while that venture had been fruitful (in more ways than one), I’m never quite satisfied.
The kingdom is growing at a rapid pace – far faster than in years past – and I’ve no desire to be the one to cause us to lose momentum. So to the Field it is, on a bright spring day.
The first few horses I see don’t quite strike me as right for the kingdom. Too bold or too shy (I’ve never had the patience to deal with drawing others out of their shells – that task falls to Ygritte).
I am considering taking a nap and waiting for the afternoon to bring in a surge of new horses when I see a tobiano mare. She’s smaller than I am (but who isn’t) but she is smiling and her brown eyes are appealing. Perhaps she’ll be interested in coming to the kingdom. If not, at least I’ll have spent the morning with a pretty mare.
“Hello there,” I say, nodding my head in a friendly greeting. “My name’s Kreios. What’s yours?”
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god