and when I breathed - errant/diplomats

[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth He glances over at the filly that arrives – a bit late – at the side of the Amazon. She seems a bit young to have pledged herself to the kingdom, but I had let my daughter Aena join their ranks only a year older, and I suppose that the swearing of vows is a personal choice. Both females are thinking of other horses – Rhy of Scorch and Kratos, and Ephrelle of an unfamiliar spotted mare – but I see this only coincidentally – I am not trying to pry. For the most pat I keep my magic under a right reign, but now and again a few threads emerge. They are usually helpful, but sometimes, like today, they have no real purpose. The elder Amazon is friendly enough, and I return her pleasant smile for one a bit warm than the chilly expression that I’d worn before. It’s always more pleasant to speak with those that enjoy diplomacy than with those that seems to struggle through it. I suppose that this is why the filly has tagged along, to learn how to be a diplomat. “You’ve found him,” Errant says when she asks to see the king. He bobs his head slightly, a gesture to himself, and then looks back up. “Mountain is no longer with us, that is true. What can I help you with?” While the Chamber might have been told that Mountain was deposed, Errant is not entirely sure that any of the other kingdoms know of the exact method. Electrocution and encasement in stone is not a particularly pleasant way to go out, but it was the which led to Errant’s current reign as king. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her