Kreios
wildcat of the falls
Lexa doesn’t hesitate to answer – an good sign – and I listen curiously as she lays out the desires of her kingdom. They are standard terms – support and aid – but I am cautious still, something that I see echoed in the expression of the golden mare beside me. “Those sound like fair terms, though we are still wary of war. Would your queen be interested in a treaty, or only in an alliance? Our army is small still, and I am in no rush to embroil them in another war. What of the same conditions – friendly steals and challenges, perhaps a few mocks battles, but we pledge only to not take arms against the each other rather than to actively defend?” It seems safer, I think. I will, of course, give all members of the kingdom their own freedom to decide in the case of a conflict. I will not hold them from battle if they feel the need to fight, but nor am I willing to put them in harm’s way simply because someone else might feel slighted.
“What about you, Anahi? What do you think?” I say, turning to the champagne mare inquisitively.
This is a diplomatic emissary on our land, after all. If we were in the Amazon Jungle and I were delaying business in such a way it might be construed as rude – as wasting their time. But Lexa has come to the Falls, and what we choose to do on our own time in our own kingdom is our business. I’d rather ensure that our diplomats are fully trained before their own ventures, and opportunities like this, with visiting ambassadors, are the very best time to do so.
Ashara seems less inclined to speak up, but I give the palomino a quick glance – questioning, just in case she does have something to say.
i’m screaming the name of a foreigner’s god