04-16-2015, 09:16 PM
I’ve been coming to the Meadow more often of late. Perhaps it’s because I am bored with my life, or perhaps it’s to gather information. I would rather not take the time to determine the difference between the two, mostly because I am afraid that it is the former. Today, there are few horses about despite the warm fall weather. I am down to the creek for a drink, but am quickly distracted by the display of sand and wind a few dozen meters downstream.
“That’s very pretty,” I say, craning my neck as I approach to look at it from a different angle. “You’re very good at that.” I’m not entirely sure what ‘that’ is ,but I presume it’s an extension fo whatever trait she might have. I’m familiar with traits; my family has them, both the easily seen and those better hidden beneath a normal appearance. I occasionally forget my own spiraling horns, though I can always see them from the corner of my eyes. Father had given them to me so that I would be a better warrior, but I’ve never made use of them. He would be disappointed, I am sure, but I no longer have to worry about that.
“You’re Adrie, right?” I say, looking back at the white-haired mare. “I remember you from the meeting. I’m Kreios.” For all my humble nature, I do hope that she remembers me. I know that I am not hard to miss, not with my size and coloring. I smile easily, my hazel eyes warm. She might not be a new person to meet, necessarily, but she is someone that I do not really know. That is all I need, after all. “What brings you to the Meadow today?”
“That’s very pretty,” I say, craning my neck as I approach to look at it from a different angle. “You’re very good at that.” I’m not entirely sure what ‘that’ is ,but I presume it’s an extension fo whatever trait she might have. I’m familiar with traits; my family has them, both the easily seen and those better hidden beneath a normal appearance. I occasionally forget my own spiraling horns, though I can always see them from the corner of my eyes. Father had given them to me so that I would be a better warrior, but I’ve never made use of them. He would be disappointed, I am sure, but I no longer have to worry about that.
“You’re Adrie, right?” I say, looking back at the white-haired mare. “I remember you from the meeting. I’m Kreios.” For all my humble nature, I do hope that she remembers me. I know that I am not hard to miss, not with my size and coloring. I smile easily, my hazel eyes warm. She might not be a new person to meet, necessarily, but she is someone that I do not really know. That is all I need, after all. “What brings you to the Meadow today?”