09-18-2016, 03:18 PM
They settle quickly, and the sense of ‘finally home’ is nearly palpable in the air around them.
Kreios watches as Mandalocks tend to her mother, making a note to check on Blazed sooner rather than later. The journey looks to have taken more out of her than it had the rest of them; he does not want her to think she suffers alone.
The black filly that Lagertha had entrusted into his care seems on edge as well, but Kreios feels certain that – at least for now – they are safe. He tries to catch her eye, to give her a nonverbal “it’ll be alright”, but they are little more than strangers, and he knows that she has no reason to trust him other than the word of her mother.
Raxa and her filly – who bears more than a passing resemblance to the General of the Falls – arrive quickly, and Kreios smiles down at the young filly who races up to him. He bends down with an easy smile, tapping the bay foal gently with his pale nose as he says, “Yes. Yes, this is going to be our new home.”
He looks up to meet Ygritte’s eyes, smiling at the salmon mare. The expression gives voice to the happiness that he does not voice, the contentment that they are all safe together once more. He’d seen Raene trailing them and knows that Zai is nearby as well.
When they are all gathered Kreios addresses them, knowing that it is best that they organize quickly. It is best to know what is happening, to have plans and goals. It would be nice to simply rest for a while, but he suspects that they will have time for that later. Now it is time to plan.
“Everyone,” he says, waiting to gather their attention back to him. “We have the chance to make this place – Sylva – anything we want. You chose me as your leader in this new Beqanna, but I am as willing to listen to suggestions as when we lived in the Falls.” He wants them to know this, to be sure that he has no plans to become an iron-fisted dictator, even if – perhaps – that might be in their best interest in these early days.
”We can divide ourselves into two castes again, dissolve castes entirely, or form something new.” The spotted stallion pauses, looking from face to face, wondering which of them will be the first to speak. “I want to know what you all want from this new place.”
Kreios watches as Mandalocks tend to her mother, making a note to check on Blazed sooner rather than later. The journey looks to have taken more out of her than it had the rest of them; he does not want her to think she suffers alone.
The black filly that Lagertha had entrusted into his care seems on edge as well, but Kreios feels certain that – at least for now – they are safe. He tries to catch her eye, to give her a nonverbal “it’ll be alright”, but they are little more than strangers, and he knows that she has no reason to trust him other than the word of her mother.
Raxa and her filly – who bears more than a passing resemblance to the General of the Falls – arrive quickly, and Kreios smiles down at the young filly who races up to him. He bends down with an easy smile, tapping the bay foal gently with his pale nose as he says, “Yes. Yes, this is going to be our new home.”
He looks up to meet Ygritte’s eyes, smiling at the salmon mare. The expression gives voice to the happiness that he does not voice, the contentment that they are all safe together once more. He’d seen Raene trailing them and knows that Zai is nearby as well.
When they are all gathered Kreios addresses them, knowing that it is best that they organize quickly. It is best to know what is happening, to have plans and goals. It would be nice to simply rest for a while, but he suspects that they will have time for that later. Now it is time to plan.
“Everyone,” he says, waiting to gather their attention back to him. “We have the chance to make this place – Sylva – anything we want. You chose me as your leader in this new Beqanna, but I am as willing to listen to suggestions as when we lived in the Falls.” He wants them to know this, to be sure that he has no plans to become an iron-fisted dictator, even if – perhaps – that might be in their best interest in these early days.
”We can divide ourselves into two castes again, dissolve castes entirely, or form something new.” The spotted stallion pauses, looking from face to face, wondering which of them will be the first to speak. “I want to know what you all want from this new place.”