Kingdoms rise and kingdoms fall. More often than anyone truly realizes except those who have been left stranded by the need for power. The first time they had been too young to realize exactly what had happened and why they had to leave their island home. By now though, they are familiar with the why of that day. Things had changed and they were disposable remnants of an old ideal that was no more. So as their parents had demanded, they made a long journey. Funny how history repeats.
Once again their father instructs them they must leave their home. Again things are changing and they are not safe within the territory any longer. This time their leave is precautionary and for the purpose in securing them a home without the rise and fall of political strong holds. When Krom is informed that he himself would be entrusted to protect those living within the new idea of a true sanctuary, it is unsurprising. He has always been true to himself in protecting his family(or at least try). Protecting those who seek asylum from the tyrants of kingdoms would be more than an honor for him. For now though, he is satisfied with securing a safe haven for his wards now. His twin follows closely on his right and a new half-sibling he has come to know, follows on his left. Their journey is long by foot and when they show signs of tire, he seeks out necessities. Food was becoming scarce as they traveled. These lands were different than the tropical islands they have known. A strong hold was slowly consuming these lands and soon they would now the trials of winter.
They rest before heading into the giant redwood forest. Karat finds a place to lay and invites Ketzia to curl into her for warmth. It was chilly here at night. The temporal regions of Tephra had kept a winters coat from forming upon them. Her lavender muzzle draws the child in closer, tucking the filly into her chest. Krom is indifferent to the regions weather. His body had transformed years ago, leaving him without the sensory feelings that others were burdened with. Perhaps that's why his empathy was so much stronger than most.
Standing very near to where his sisters have come to rest, he watches the happening beneath the forest canopy from the brush-line. It was quiet here. Maybe too quiet. They would rest on the border for the evening and then continue into the land in the morning...
@[Ketzia] @[Mura]- if you find muse
