Hold Back the River; Kreios

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash Though I am far from experienced, I am quite sure that Nymeria has been gone a longer time than is usual when birthing a colt. She had disappeared without a trace one morning and I had assumed that she was seeking a secluded place to give birth to our child. Several hours of searching had revealed nothing though, and I was beginning to worry. What if something had happened? What if the birth had gone wrong the way it had with Isadore? What if Nymeria was lying on some beach with our child lifeless at her side? The image drives me into a panic, and I have nearly worn a crevice into the limestone with my worry by the time the two of them appear. I recognize Nymeria immediately and gallop toward her, slowing only when I realize that if I don’t I’ll surely knock her over with the impact of my greeting. Rather than wait politely for her to beckon me closer (which might have been the wiser choice given that she is a new mother with a fresh foal) I step as close to her as I can mane and wrap my pale neck over her black mane, pulling her body as tightly to my chest as I can manage. “I thought something terrible had happened,” I tell her, pulling away and now looking somewhat sheepish at my display of affection. “I thought maybe…” My voice trails off as I finally see the colt at her side, a little brown copy of his mother with a sturdy build that he most certainly inherited from me. It is so strange to see parts of the two of us in one small body, and I glance wordlessly at Nymeria, wondering if she too feels this awe. “Hi there little guy,” I say, lowering my head and slowly extending my muzzle in greeting. “I’m Krieos. I’m your dad.”