08-05-2016, 06:52 PM
He feels more a diplomat than a king of late, and to a stallion born with fire (unable fire perhaps, but fire just the same), it has begun to grate at him.
Ygritte is responsible for the peacekeepers just as he is responsible for the army. Both are small, but after the brief trip to the Tundra this past year, Kreios is cautious to let anything slip by that he does not directly oversee. Perhaps it is trivial - watching after all the little things - but it is times like these that he is grateful he does.
Having been absent at the diplomacy meeting he is not sure if Yrgitte had given the instructions that their plethora of diplomats are following, or if perhaps they are making up their own rules. Whatever the reason, he comes alongside the unfamiliar filly and Raxa, his pale ears twitching to catch her words.
He had not wanted to cross the border, but he had seen the blue mare in the raid that has left his sides scared and his chest still bruised, and the king is wary to trust her.
He hears his name and frowns, but waits until the champagne filly has finished speaking before he interjects, doing his best to keep his tone mild.
“We’re here to inquire as to the state of the Chamber, actually.” They do not want an alliance with the Chamber - neither he nor Ygritte had ever said that to any diplomat. This he is absolutely sure of. Perhaps this youngling had gotten confused, and he is ever more grateful that he had decided to tag along.
“We’ll save talks of alliances for later,”…if ever, the pregnant pause seems to imply. “For now, we’d like to see the king.” Kreios doesn’t know that their king happens to be the magma stallion that had given him the battle scars he currently wears, but once he does, perhaps their trip will be cut short.
Ygritte is responsible for the peacekeepers just as he is responsible for the army. Both are small, but after the brief trip to the Tundra this past year, Kreios is cautious to let anything slip by that he does not directly oversee. Perhaps it is trivial - watching after all the little things - but it is times like these that he is grateful he does.
Having been absent at the diplomacy meeting he is not sure if Yrgitte had given the instructions that their plethora of diplomats are following, or if perhaps they are making up their own rules. Whatever the reason, he comes alongside the unfamiliar filly and Raxa, his pale ears twitching to catch her words.
He had not wanted to cross the border, but he had seen the blue mare in the raid that has left his sides scared and his chest still bruised, and the king is wary to trust her.
He hears his name and frowns, but waits until the champagne filly has finished speaking before he interjects, doing his best to keep his tone mild.
“We’re here to inquire as to the state of the Chamber, actually.” They do not want an alliance with the Chamber - neither he nor Ygritte had ever said that to any diplomat. This he is absolutely sure of. Perhaps this youngling had gotten confused, and he is ever more grateful that he had decided to tag along.
“We’ll save talks of alliances for later,”…if ever, the pregnant pause seems to imply. “For now, we’d like to see the king.” Kreios doesn’t know that their king happens to be the magma stallion that had given him the battle scars he currently wears, but once he does, perhaps their trip will be cut short.