and while the glow of youth in time eludes
it's burning on inside of you.
Just as Yscha suspected, Kieron spoke of many things in response to her. He spoke of his herd, of the queen's position, of the handful of mares that would be arriving soon. A smile tugged at Yscha's lips as he did so, cupped ears swivelling towards him atop a delicate poll. She stepped delicately over a fallen branch, listening as he spoke of the life he'd had before he had come to the Islands. He had been a king before, and this piqued Yscha's interest. Instantly she wanted to know more, but then her conscience stopped her. Perhaps his past had not been a good one... perhaps he did not wish to speak of it. Yscha's face became muddled by a frown, and she shook her head, deciding to leave the matter alone. If Kieron wished to tell her of his past, he would do it on his own terms. It was not her place to meddle.

The king finished his speech with a thank you towards the young Arabian mare. She dipped her head and gave a shrug of her shoulders. It is really no problem, Kieron. I believe it is my duty to support you now, and I will do so with diligence. There is no need to thank me. she said softly, brown eyes turning to him. Indeed, I should be the one thanking you. After all, you provided me with a place to call home, somewhere I can grow old and raise my children, and have peace of mind knowing they are safe under your protection. she paused, and then dipped her head. Yes, I cannot say it enough times; I feel as if I will never be able to show exactly how grateful I truly am. It was not a lie; Yscha owed this stallion everything she had and then some. The way she saw it, she was his to do with what he pleased... she would give herself fully to him in return for his generosity. It seemed only fair to the young fae.

((ooc: sorry for lateness!))