09-25-2016, 04:05 PM
They seem unsure of building anything of this new land, but Kreios does not blame them.
This is a new world, with new rules and unknown challenges. Will the old ways be enough? Or should they try something entirely new?
But he can – what he does – blame them for is their refusal to try.
The red and white king stands beneath the ever present autumnal canopy, his warm eyes uncharacteristically hard. He had asked for their input and had gotten a single reply, the suggestion of a young foal. It had been good, of course, but one voice when they are a kingdom of nearly a dozen is little more than a sad echo of what they had been.
Perhaps it is time that something change.
He does not know what that thing might be though, and he appears unable to inspire novel thought in the dwellers of this new land, so he remains where he is, standing alone beneath a tall tree, his pale tail flicking now and again against his feathered haunches.
This is a new world, with new rules and unknown challenges. Will the old ways be enough? Or should they try something entirely new?
But he can – what he does – blame them for is their refusal to try.
The red and white king stands beneath the ever present autumnal canopy, his warm eyes uncharacteristically hard. He had asked for their input and had gotten a single reply, the suggestion of a young foal. It had been good, of course, but one voice when they are a kingdom of nearly a dozen is little more than a sad echo of what they had been.
Perhaps it is time that something change.
He does not know what that thing might be though, and he appears unable to inspire novel thought in the dwellers of this new land, so he remains where he is, standing alone beneath a tall tree, his pale tail flicking now and again against his feathered haunches.