Kreios
wildcat of the falls
The warm summer is welcome after a rainy spring, and I’ve been walking through the mottled sunlight of the forest for several hours. I’m technically patrolling the border but there are few dangers anymore. I’m much more likely to find some visiting diplomat than an invading force, and when I hear a call from ahead, I know that I’ve found the former.
I slip easily through the trees, intimately familiar with the kingdom after these years, and find a black mare with a familiar pattern of spots. “Hello there, ” I say, nodding my own spotted head in greeting and offering her a warm smile. “I’m Kreios. What can I help you with?”
I know that there are plenty of spotted horse sin Beqanna, but cannot help but wonder if perhaps this is a relative of mine. Dorne had gone to the Jungle for a little while, I know. She’s left Beqanna though, and this Amazonian doesn’t look quite large enough to be any descended of my sister’s. Perhaps further back then – a cousin of somesort.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god