and when I breathed - errant/diplomats

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth Errant uses his magic infrequently; he relies on his own senses to interpret the world around him. That said, he’s perhaps a bit more in tune with electricity than the average horse, having grown accustomed to Kratos frequent displays of power in the night sky. This is different though –not weaker, simply different – and he looks up from his grazing to see a stranger at the edge of the kingdom. Brennen’s walls are of assistance in keeping out the unwelcome (and the wolves), but this mare has stopped at the border, giving him cause to think that she’s mostly likely a diplomat. Leaving his sparse meal, the shaggy black stallion makes his way toward her, knowing that he’ll probably be joined by another brother at some point. Closer now, he can pick out the red flower, like a splash of blood on her chest, and knows the mare for an Amazon. They’d just been meaning to send an envoy there- perhaps this mare will make that redundant. (Errant doubts it will – Crito still has a personal message that Errant wants Scorch to receive from the mouth of her family and not from strangers.) “Hello,” says the stallion, a faint smile appearing briefly before vanishing into a more stoic façade. He’s polite but not overly friendly, and while Errant has not always been this way, there are life events that can change a man and he has had more than his fair share. “What brings you to the Tundra?” e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her