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07-22-2012, 05:25 PM
 "It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Krishna Vrishni. Are you seeking to end your travels soon, or does your heart still yearn to wander?" Kri, the leader of the Throat, wherever that was, extended her offering with subtle grace and Krishna gave a slight smile. Feathers rustled as his thick tail tossed to the side, snapping at an itch on his flank. He would always wander, it was not a question of quelling the yearning - but he was ready to find a place to return too, with faces he would come to know and appreciate. Loneliness had been his companion, silent and reliable, but he was tired of hearing his solo voice and snippets of memories. And without Vishnu - no, not now. "Or perhaps you will chose both. This is a large land, and few areas are restricted. It is easily possible to find both the solid comfort of a herd, without becoming confined...If it is company you seek, Krishna, I would offer you the friendship of the Qian - an indiscriminate group bound by mutual respect, rather than physical boundaries. L..eader of the Throat, you are one of our allies unless I am mistaken?" The dark lady glanced at Kri as she spoke, testing her waters, wondering where the boundaries lie as she extended her own offer. Krishna's ears pricked in his surprise. He hadn't realize that a split in his course would be offered up so soon, that decisions would be made upon his first encounter with company again. He felt the urge to paw at the ground but resisted, imagining Vishnu thwapping him with a wing to cease his habit. He was perplexed by the equine mare's definition of a herd - the concept of being bound by physical boundaries, and for her group the lack there of as a definition of who they were, was odd and something he could not quite reach his wings around. Physical areas were always part of a herd life, but he had never felt those boundaries defined his herd. But you are not from here, this is not like home, like Darshan. And don't be a fool, she speaks of territories - her herd has no territory. Krishna shook his mane and considered them both with bright eyes. It was difficult to pledge himself with two offers, over places and herds he knew nothing about. Krishna shivered, eyes glancing between the two mares as he attempted to get over the jump he was caught in. May I ask of the Throat and the Qian? As herds, what makes you different? Krishna's baritone's slipped past his muzzle as he shifted his weight to another set of hooves. Knowledge was power, as his brother teased with a honey tenor, and it had proven to be true over the years. Krishna was not a stallion who made his mind up easily, but it was only because he sought to stick to his decisions with conviction. It was not as easy for him as it had been for Vishnu, to know what would be best for himself, or bring him the most of what he sought - hell, he didn't have a clear idea of what he sought compared to his fiery twin. But if choices needed to be made now, he needed to be informed. Lesson three of a tactician. If that's still what you want to be. Rishima . Kri |
