Liam Kenway
Once more, the great stallion found himself patrolling, making sure that everything and everyone was situated properly. As he walked, he stopped every so often to help a merchant load baskets onto carts or helped single mothers with the wash, or even helped children with simple chores. Now, though, he was slowly making his way back to the Citadel in search of a bit of a break, a rest if you will. Never truly one to settle down and stop moving, the stallion had found himself not sleeping well recently, and it was cutting into the time he normally used to check out how his citizens were getting on.
It'd been nearly beaten into his head that he was never to stay idle for very long. Part of his medical treatment growing up was to keep moving, help work his lungs out of the asthmatic phase they'd been stuck in. Of course, that never helped him, but that was what the doctors had told him at that time, and he was thankful they'd even tried to help, given the lack of knowledge they'd had when he was a young colt.
It wasn't until he heard someone shouting that he jerked his head up, suddenly wide awake. Who was shouting in the Citadel — and more importantly, why? Flicking back his ears, the stallion followed the voice, expression stern before it faltered as he approached a young colt that was quite a bit taller than he was. Clearing his throat, his stance depicting that of a Sovereign, Liam lifted his head a little and gazed at the young colt. "Are you in need of assistance?"
"Liam Speaks."
Notes;; Sorry for the long wait!
Tag;; @Aeon
Voice claim;; Chris Evans
Words;; 273
I'm with you till the end of the line
