09-04-2016, 08:29 AM
He will not give up. He has not slept, and the sun that begins to creep over the eastern edge of the mountain reminds of if this. He has searched for hours and found no sign of the brown mare or their daughters.
The way his hooves sound as they part the grass reminds him all the more of the loss of his abilities, his feline eyesight and excellent sense. He could have found them hours ago if only Beqanna had not taken away his self. But this is their punishment, he reminds himself, this is what they deserve.
They need to prove themselves all over. Kreios, who as spent his lifetime proving himself - as a son, as a brother, as a king - he is up to the task.
"@[Ygritte]!" He calls again, pitching his tenor voice to carry through the thick trees as best he can.
The way his hooves sound as they part the grass reminds him all the more of the loss of his abilities, his feline eyesight and excellent sense. He could have found them hours ago if only Beqanna had not taken away his self. But this is their punishment, he reminds himself, this is what they deserve.
They need to prove themselves all over. Kreios, who as spent his lifetime proving himself - as a son, as a brother, as a king - he is up to the task.
"@[Ygritte]!" He calls again, pitching his tenor voice to carry through the thick trees as best he can.