Kreios
wildcat of the falls
She seems somewhat startled by my approach, and I’m grateful that I’d kept a comfortable distance between us; I’d not meant to unsettle her. I’m well aware that my sense of personal space is somewhat skewed when compared to the majority of other horses, perhaps a remnant of my time as a herd stallion when I had no need to respect the formality of kingdoms and of greeting strangers.
Once she repeats my name, she seems to become a bit more comfortable, and I find myself smiling a bit more warmly. Good, I think, I’ve not scared her too badly. The answer that she gives me is not surprising – it’s rather what I expected given her age and condition. The Field is not an exceptionally hospitable place, and while it will do for a few weeks, it is not a place that one might easily call home, there are too many strangers coming and going at all hours of the night for any sense of safety.
I’m still somewhat curious as to why she’s here alone, but I’ve learned better than to prey into the histories of others. Too often there are surprises that I’d no intention of uncovering, and secrets that were buried for a reason.
“I think it’s nice to meet you too,” I reply with a small laugh, amused by her forthrightness. She’s right; it might not be nice to meet everyone that might approach her, and as far as she knows I’m no different from any of the less savory characters that roam the Field. Fortunately for her, I’m nearly incapable of concealing my true character, and the expressions on my face mimic those that I am truly feeling.
“I’m here to find horses that might want to join my kingdom, the Falls.” I tell her, never one to both extremely long with pleasantries. “Would you be interested in that? Or at least in hearing more about it?”
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