09-02-2016, 01:43 PM
The air in his lungs is forced out in one "Oof" as his nearly grown son collides with his side. Kreios steps away, shaking his head, but he almost immediately moves back, wrapping the bay and white colt with his neck before checking him over for injuries. He appears unharmed and Kreios does not have much time to worry, distracted as he is by the sound of his name.
It is not Ygritte, Raene, or Marlyn, but Kreios is still glad to see a familiar face.
"Neoma," he says, stretching out his muzzle in greeting even as he looks her over to ascertain her health. She looks unharmed, and judging from her question her line of thought was the same as his.
"I'm fine," he tells her, "And you?" They need to find the others, he knows. They need to gather together and decide what to do next.
He had feared this, had feared that Beqanna would rain her wrath upon them, and he had been right. Yet somehow, despite the fact that he is lost and most of his family is still missing, he does not feel afraid. He feels prepared, despite the lack of the offensive traits he had come to rely on. This is the body that he was born with (albeit with a healed tongue), and this is the body that he will live with.
It is not Ygritte, Raene, or Marlyn, but Kreios is still glad to see a familiar face.
"Neoma," he says, stretching out his muzzle in greeting even as he looks her over to ascertain her health. She looks unharmed, and judging from her question her line of thought was the same as his.
"I'm fine," he tells her, "And you?" They need to find the others, he knows. They need to gather together and decide what to do next.
He had feared this, had feared that Beqanna would rain her wrath upon them, and he had been right. Yet somehow, despite the fact that he is lost and most of his family is still missing, he does not feel afraid. He feels prepared, despite the lack of the offensive traits he had come to rely on. This is the body that he was born with (albeit with a healed tongue), and this is the body that he will live with.