Krone
you could be the king
Idle hands are the devil's workshop, Krone.
Mother's words are a constant echo in her mind. While she was not the most nurturing of parents, she had taught the bay and emerald mare some important lessons about leadership, about time. Time was a funny thing, wasn't it?
Time had destroyed the old Beqanna, time had built her new. Time had forced Krone to leave, and time had brought her back. Time had taken Circinae away, and time had given Ischia to her.
Time is funny, afterall.
Krone takes her mother's advice, and day in and day out, she is leading, trying to be a good Keeper, wanting nothing more than to make the island proud. A few months into this endeavor, and she is growing tired. She needs a break.
She allows herself the rest she needs today. She is exploring her island, leading her to its heart. The center of the island was where the largest of Ischia's springs lay, where the parrots are most plentiful. She enjoys to watch the parrots, she considers the colorful birds her friends. She flies with them, observes them, protects them. They are as much a part of the island as the horses who inhabit there.
"Hello." A voice rumbles from the trees. She does not waver, eyes still watching as the red and blue birds fly around and call to each other. She recognizes the voice; its the stallion from the meeting with the intruders. The one she had meant to find.
Well, he had found her instead.
"Hello," She finally says after a moment, looking back to stare at his dark, sleek frame.
but watch the Queen conquer
@[tannor] blah this sucks. im sorry xD