little drops of anguish will all run together; Kreios

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Though I had come into existence beside my brother, it did not take us long to separate. I have seen strangers closer than my twin and I, but perhaps those strangers had been treated fairly by their fathers; Kratos and I cannot make that claim. While our mother loved us equally, even she had been fonder of my brother. He was smarter, faster, cleverer – and he could speak clearly. The link between us had been severed long before we had left Mother’s side, and so while I share her twinness, I have never experienced the fear she feels at the loss of her womb-mate. I have only ever been glad to be free of Kratos. He is often in my mind, but I do not think of him as I watch the brown mare paw at the water. Instinct tells me she is ill at ease because she is not with the rest of the herd, but I quell that drive before I step across the water and herd her towards contentment (or at the very least a defensible copse of trees). She says that she is fine, but I do not have to name it for a lie, since she admits it nearly in the same breath. “Where are you trying to be?” I ask when she admits that she is lost. I do not know Beqanna extremely well, but I have the education befitting a prince of two kingdoms, and can do better than the average herd stallion at giving directions.