It has been only days since the shell had taken it's place between Krone's eyes and without a beat the Island had handed the crown to the dark woman. Though there was no denial or objection from the buckskin and white painted stallion. He had no desire to be against the woman. Instead he simply wanted to fulfill his duties as watcher and serve her and the kingdom appropriately. So when Krone calls he finds his way to her without missing a beat. It takes a while, but soon he is there, standing in-front of her, looking at the gemstone that laid between her eyes before focusing on her own gaze.
He watches her as she speaks, and then listens to Nyxa's approval and then Kylin's acceptance. With a soft nod in agreement he then allows his own voice to drip into the following silence. "I too will stay and continue to serve Ischia. Congratulations, Krone. You will do well." His words are full of truth even though he hasn't had the opportunity to truly converse with her (yet). The grumpy stallion trusts her - she has been one of the most active, most dedicated. Ischia deserved her.
With another nod of approval in her direction he allows himself to grow silent, allowing others to approach and speak their piece.
He watches her as she speaks, and then listens to Nyxa's approval and then Kylin's acceptance. With a soft nod in agreement he then allows his own voice to drip into the following silence. "I too will stay and continue to serve Ischia. Congratulations, Krone. You will do well." His words are full of truth even though he hasn't had the opportunity to truly converse with her (yet). The grumpy stallion trusts her - she has been one of the most active, most dedicated. Ischia deserved her.
With another nod of approval in her direction he allows himself to grow silent, allowing others to approach and speak their piece.