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[Errant]

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth They gather quickly, as they always have when they have need. The Tundra is, for the most part, a quiet kingdom but with members more loyal than most. Crito is the first to come, and his words remind Errant that Crito has known Scorch longer than Errant has. They were twins in the womb and raised together – if you can call what Echion did to them raising. Errant is glad that his brother had chosen the Tundra over the Jungle for more reasons than one, and he is glad that Crito considers him worthy of his vote. “Thank you, brother.” He says, and the final word has more affection than the standard Tundra meaning; Errant is not entirely able to not prize his own blood. Then is Brennen, who appears as amused at the Amazon’s theft of their king as Crito had been. It was mostly Lagertha’s doing – probably an attempt to recover from his child-theft - but he is grateful to her nonetheless. “I do hope they keep him,” Errant replies, “But I’m sure he’ll be back eventually.” Best to wrap this up quickly, they all know, so that they can present a united front to their black king when he returns. “Thank you,” he adds when the bay stallion voices his vote. He turns to Kratos, the young firebrand. He is not surprised that the boy still wishes to lead the Tundra, but he is pleased that he is willing to bide his time. “That is all I ask.” he replies, meeting the appaloosa’s eyes and feeling the electric tug of them along the back of his neck. Errant has never tried lightning – perhaps Kratos might teach him someday. Simeon, the stallion that wears the Jungle’s tattoos, is the next to speak up, and Errant watches him curiously as he steps up and addresses the Brotherhood. Scorch had told him only a few hours earlier that the Jungle had voted to send Simeon to rule with him. Errant, having been in a hurry and weary of bending time, had not bothered to clarify why exactly she thought that the Jungle had any say in who ruled the Tudnra, let alone who ruled alongside him. Lagertha had it right when she had come to the realization that Errant was not on Scorch’s side. Errant is on his own side, and the Tundra’s side. If the goals of the Amazons align with those of the Tundra (as they have in this fortuitous kidnapping) Errant has no issue working alongside them, but that is where their influence on each other ends – at least as far as Errant is concerned. The black stallion is not sure exactly what Scorch has told Simeon (though the general gist is clear enough) but the bay roan is clever enough to realize that he won’t be gaining anything without effort. Simeon does give Errant his support, but Errant does not have much time to acknowledge it before Kratos speaks up gain. Of course it would be Kratos to object, Errant thinks with something that might be a wry smile. He turns to the younger stallion When he speaks, his words are directed at Simeon, but they are loud enough for the rest of the gathering to hear. They’ll answer Kratos’ question, at least, and clarify what he has – or in this case has not, - promised to his younger sister. “I told Scorch that I would consider training you, and teach you how to wear a crown. I did not tell her that you would be king; I do not think you are ready.” None of them are ever really ready, but this young horse has spent no time in the Tundra. He does not know the Brothers or their traditions, and while it is unfortunate that Scorch has not given her son the entire truth, Errant is not to blame. They still have Niklaus, Nihlus, and Rigdon to vote from the ranked members of the Brotherhood, and while they might all vote against Errant as king, they already have the majority required to oust Mountain. There are enough votes for him to take the crown now as will, but he would rather wait and be sure that he knows what the remaining three have to say. e r r a n t no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her