Young Blood [Any/All]

[Krigare]

He takes dragging steps across the sand as they talk. His head lowered with that of a peaceful gesture. The children were intimidated, it was easy to tell. Just as anyone could tell the two were siblings. Twins it seemed. The girl, spoke first. Her voice small compared to the situation at hand. The boy then began, a question of concern upon his dark lips.

Despite the urge to go to the alabaster doe, to comfort her and tell her it was okay, he knew he would have to wait. Waiting was cruel, but his words were best saved for private he reasoned. He opted for this instead,

"Whom are your parent's young ones? And what are your names?"

The questions came out soft, his tone restricted as he fought the need to embrace the mare before him. He smiled at them none the less, stealing glances at the other equine when he could.

"I am Krigare, and it is always lovely to see new faces around the Tephra."

He quipped, suddenly thinking of his own child (wherever he may be). This was another thing he wished to bring to Zephyr. He wished to seek out the gray stallion and his boy. The painted child whom he had abandoned all those months ago. He simply wished to know if the child was happy. Safe. And he wished for Zephyr to go with him.

The tide danced near their feet as the night went on, his head slowly rising to the alert position it held so often. With his ears tipped forward, listening for any sign of unwanted guests. For out of the group he was the protector it seemed. Two children and a blind mare. Then there was he, Tephra's very own body guard service.

"Why dont we move away from the coast, hmm?"