Kreios
wildcat of the falls
I am enjoying a night stroll, having left Ygritte in the woods to rest, when I hear voices. I recognize them right away and know to look for Jedi’s bay and white figure and Ashara’s yellow one before I even see them. Perhaps we can talk, I think, but those thoughts are wiped away as soon as I lay eyes on them.
Despite their nearness and the injuries on Ashara’s body, it never occurs to me that Jedi might have been the one to harm her. I have seen the two of them together many times; they are friends and I trust Jedi to never do such a thing. He holds her gently, clearly cautious of the bruises that the palomino mare wears, but there are still tears on the mare’s golden face.
I arrive in time to hear her explain what had happened to her, and though she skips ahead of what surely happened at this time of year from a male attacker, I do not doubt her. Jedi seems ready to comfort her, and I do not begrudge him that. They are far closer than I am despite my position as king, and in times like these one needs a friend far more than a monarch.
But I have responsibilities to uphold, and protection of those beneath is one that I have always held most sacred.
“Ashara?” I say, hesitant, unsure if she even wants me near. I would be glad to leave, if she does, but first…
“Can you describe this pegasus to me?” I’m not sure what she remembers – or what she will want to remember - but if she will give me enough detail, I will hunt down the monster that did this to her, and I will make him pay for it.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god