08-30-2016, 08:16 PM
Kreios does not know the most recent gossip: that the Falls has become less open to visitors and more wary even of their allies.
If he had known, he would be pleased.
Such news is only gossip because of the kingdom’s long tradition of open arms; no one would look askance if the Chamber behaved in the same way (and in fact, they always have).
If suspicion and hesitance are what it takes to keep the kingdom safe from outside threats, then that is what Kreios will encourage. They are no longer the haven they once were – they cannot offer the magic of their benevolent kingdom to others. They do not even have enough for themselves.
The red king is walking the border with his son, teaching the yearling the edges of their kingdom. Though Zai lacks his father’s massive build, the still-leggy colt will clearly rival the king in height. He is the one that spots the unfamiliar stallion first, and nudges his father’s shoulder to alert him.
Kreios’ expression is immediately a frown, which is offset by the curiosity and good nature of the colt beside him.
“Nymphetamine.” Says the king flatly when they reach the bay stallion. He remembers all too well the last time he had laid sight on the other stallion (and his blue lover and molten lava king). They had been fighting against the Desert, their grasping hooves greedy for a land that was not theirs and now was no ones. They had drowned the Desert and decimated his family. Kreios thinks that Nymphetamine should be rather glad that he didn’t kill him on sight.
Zai has less murder on his mind, and interrupts whatever it was that his father was about to say with a friendly: “Hello! You’re from the Chamber, right? Our family used to live there, didn’t they Da?” He looks back to his father, the boyishness curiosity on his face and the gentle press of his shoulder to his father’s side a rather stunning political ploy by a child his age. Perhaps his mother has been rubbing off on him.
“Yes,” Kreios replies, somewhat grudgingly. A fin thing indeed, to be school in kingdom matters by a colt only just off his mother’s side. He might not trust the bay foreigner, but the thoughts that had been swirling through his mind would only put the kingdom in more danger than they already were. “What brings you to the Falls?”
If he had known, he would be pleased.
Such news is only gossip because of the kingdom’s long tradition of open arms; no one would look askance if the Chamber behaved in the same way (and in fact, they always have).
If suspicion and hesitance are what it takes to keep the kingdom safe from outside threats, then that is what Kreios will encourage. They are no longer the haven they once were – they cannot offer the magic of their benevolent kingdom to others. They do not even have enough for themselves.
The red king is walking the border with his son, teaching the yearling the edges of their kingdom. Though Zai lacks his father’s massive build, the still-leggy colt will clearly rival the king in height. He is the one that spots the unfamiliar stallion first, and nudges his father’s shoulder to alert him.
Kreios’ expression is immediately a frown, which is offset by the curiosity and good nature of the colt beside him.
“Nymphetamine.” Says the king flatly when they reach the bay stallion. He remembers all too well the last time he had laid sight on the other stallion (and his blue lover and molten lava king). They had been fighting against the Desert, their grasping hooves greedy for a land that was not theirs and now was no ones. They had drowned the Desert and decimated his family. Kreios thinks that Nymphetamine should be rather glad that he didn’t kill him on sight.
Zai has less murder on his mind, and interrupts whatever it was that his father was about to say with a friendly: “Hello! You’re from the Chamber, right? Our family used to live there, didn’t they Da?” He looks back to his father, the boyishness curiosity on his face and the gentle press of his shoulder to his father’s side a rather stunning political ploy by a child his age. Perhaps his mother has been rubbing off on him.
“Yes,” Kreios replies, somewhat grudgingly. A fin thing indeed, to be school in kingdom matters by a colt only just off his mother’s side. He might not trust the bay foreigner, but the thoughts that had been swirling through his mind would only put the kingdom in more danger than they already were. “What brings you to the Falls?”