Kreios
wildcat of the falls
The golden mare seems reluctant, and I do not presume to pressure her. She says she does want to inconvenience the kingdom, and while I admire her loyalty, I cannot hold back a snort of disdain. Not for her – never for her – but rather for the idea that I would put the reputation of the kingdom above the reputation of its members. What is a land but the horses that make up its body?
“This was not your mistake, Ashara.” I tell her. “As far as I’m concerned in attacking you, that stallion attacked the kingdom.”
The words seems less sensitive than what I had been aiming for, but they are still true, and I’ve no wish to take them back. Still, the hesitance that the palomino displays is telling, and I surmise that pressuring her to provide more detail will be fruitless.
“I will find him, if you want me too, and I will make him pay.” The threat is not empty, and I suspect she knows it, though I leave the decision up to her. Her rapist will live or die at her request (though I cannot promise that I will refrain from pummeling the next lavender pegasus that I see). “But whatever you decide – this was not your fault, like Jedi says.” I looked to the pied stallion, nodding in agreement at his words to the golden mare.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god