From above, the wicked shall receive their just reward
Kronk knew it was bad to give into the writhing and twisting of his heart. He knew that he should rise above it, that he should be the bigger person.
He also knew that was a bunch of bullshit.
The “bigger person” was usually just the kid with a black eye and sand down his pants. Kronk didn’t want to be the kid the school yard bullies picked on, he didn’t want his kingdom to be either. So it was with a sense of purpose, that Kronk answered Mast’s call. Kronk wished he had better news to bring for his king, unfortunately, all he had were a bunch of “what ifs” and “come back later.”
He did, however, have a thirst for action. That was better than nothing. The orange and white stallion slipped in beside Wichita and sent a small smile her way. She had been responsible for bringing him here, for offering him a place. He wasn’t soon to forget that. But still, there was no time for conversation, no time to ask her about her newest child. Kronk turned his attention to Mast and watched as the other’s gathered.
After a moment Kronk cleared his throat. His goal was not to speak out of turn, but the news from the Falls was burning a whole in his tongue. He wanted to discuss how the should proceed.
“I have news from the Falls, when you are ready to hear it.” Undoubtably, there was a lot they needed to discuss as a kingdom. The Falls were only one small piece of it.
Kronk
