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If this was a movie; Lepis - Izora Lethia - 07-08-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Lepis] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Lepis - 07-17-2019 The dun mare's excitement at seeing Lethy at their very small assembly had been genuine, and she is equally pleased to find the other golden mare alone. It occurs to her for a moment that they are all of them golden, the septet of Taigans who do not creep in the shadows. Aten, Wolfbane, Pteron, Eyas, Marni, Izora Lethia and even Lepis. A flicker of amusement crosses the pegasus' blue lips as she greets the familiar mare. "Hello Lethy," she says, using the name that the buckskin mare had given her that day in Loess rather than the more formal. It is not often that Lepis chooses to be informal, but this is an exception. She is home, here in her land. There is plenty to eat, it is not terribly cold, and Taiga is too low in population for her to be at all particular. Much has transpired in the time since the two mares last spoke. Some of it was joyful, while other parts far less so. For much the same reason that she suspects Lethy does not ask, Lepis remains quiet on the burning questions regarding what has changed in the life of the other since their last meeting. "I see you're expecting," she says instead, gesturing with a muzzle to where a growing foal swells Izora Lethia's side. Is it Aten's, Lepis wonders? "I am as well," is spoken as she lifts her near wing, the gold and blue feathers raising to reveal that the navy-pointed Comtesse will also be delivered of a child come spring. "What is springtime like here in Taiga," she asks Lethy as she resettles her wing. "Have you been here for one yet?" @[Izora Lethia] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Izora Lethia - 07-19-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Lepis] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Lepis - 07-20-2019 The pegasus smiles at the amethyst eyed mare, recognizing the softening of her posture and the eager grasp of Lepis’ offered topic. Izora Lethia does not seem as determined as the golden Aten to dislike the new Comtesse of Taiga, and Lepis feels inexplicably grateful. It would be nice to have a friend here in the woods, the dun mare thinks. Her husband and children are good company, but there are times when she would prefer to be alone, or perhaps in the company of someone as uncomplicated as Lethy. The other mare is playful and teasing in her speech, and Lepis feels no need to color her emotions with false enjoyment. “The havoc is a little more controlled now that they’re older,” she agrees with a smile. “My oldest, Pteron, mentioned meeting you the other day,” she adds, more as an introduction of her son than any intention to shift the conversation toward him. “Marni and Eyas are here in Taiga as well. Only Tiercel did not come with us.” She does not know where he is, but Lepis doesn’t say that. She still tells herself that he will come around eventually, that he will see the reasoning behind their actions. Ad she known the other’s thoughts – that she is better suited for the rolling Loesian hills – Lepis would have nodded in agreement. These woods are beautiful in a way she has never before seen, but they are not home The redwoods due not call to her the way the ridges and valleys of her birthplace do. Still, it is the home she has chosen for the time being, and it is the place that she will stay for a little while yet. “We’ll get to experience it together then,” she says of Springtime to Izora Lethia. “I’m glad Aten found you. I didn’t think I’d see you again, at least not here.” In Hyaline perhaps, Lepis had thought, but she knows well the draw of places and the horses that dwell in the. Rescuer and damsel-in-distress, Lepis thinks with a smile, another aspect to the relationship that she is beginning to suspect exists between her friend and the somber Champion. “I miss the sky,” The dun mare says abruptly, glancing overhead to where the redwood canopy encloses them. “These trees are beautiful, I do not think I am at heart a creature meant for such close quarters. I’ve always fallen asleep with the stars above me, and they are so hard to find here in the woods.” Between the arching branches and the fog, the winged mare has seen few of the clear nights that she so loves. “It is beautiful,” she adds quickly lest Lethy think she cannot see the good for the bad. “A different sort of beautiful, I suppose.” @[Izora Lethia] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Izora Lethia - 07-23-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Lepis] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Lepis - 07-27-2019 “Bane did find a place where we can see the sky,” she tells Izora Lethia when the other mare mentions the growth. “I think he means to find more places, or perhaps even to make them.” Her husband is ambitious, she thinks with a soft smile, always planning. They are a fit pair, and her smile is fond for a brief moment before returning her attention back to her companion. “Perhaps when I am better prepared to travel far though, you might show me this place you speak of?” Lepis says, gesturing with her navy muzzle to her own wide belly; she has not felt inclined to do much moving with this pregnancy. The idea of seeing the open air more often does appeal to her. The dun mare has grown more familiar with the redwood forest in the time since her arrival, but she is far from knowing all the secrets of the territory. Knowing that Izora Lethia has not been here much longer than Lepis herself, the dun mare returns the topic to one that she has wondered since she first saw the buckskin Lethy appear in response to her and Wolfbane’s summons of the Taiga. “So what have you been up to since we said goodbye at the salt lake?” Lepis asks. She does not mean to pry and so leaves the question wide, sure that Lethy knows she is curious only of the details that the other mare is willing to share. “Other than being saved from the river by a handsome stranger, of course.” Her blue-grey eyes brighten in good humor and perhaps a bit of harmless teasing. @[Izora Lethia] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Izora Lethia - 07-27-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Lepis] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Lepis - 07-29-2019 The worry that she had seen in Lethy’s eyes does nto go unnoticed. Lepis makes no mention of it though, recognizing well the attempt to keep it veiled. There is enough in her own past that she does not feel comfortable sharing. She does’nt intend to pry where Izora Lethia does not wish. And she is not long left in quiet contemplation, for the buckskin mare soon begins to speak. The Comtesse listens with interest as the other mare recounts the happenings. The naem Rae is not one she knows, but the small smile arouses some curisoty. Lepis thinks she knows that look, but it does not mesh with the assumtpion that she had made earleir about Lethy and Aten. Then Lethy mentions having lost their child, and Lepis makes a soft noise of empathy. There is a black pitted stone on the beach of Loess, after all, where Lepis visits each spring in memory of her stillborn firstborn. There is nothing that quite numbs the ache of losing a child that had never even lived. There are things that make it forgettable – like the fire of revenge for the death of their younger sibling – but nothing makes it vanish entirely. She doubtd it ever will. Once again, she is grateful for the chatter of the buckskin mare, for the mention of immortality brings a faint smile to the pegasus’ face despite the tone in which it had been mentioned. “My mother is immortal,” she tells Lethy. “She never spoke of it much, but when we met for the first time in years, a few months ago, she looked more like my daughter than my mother.” Lepis is not old herself, barely a decade, but she is past the perpetual range of five and six in which the immortals seem most often to remain. There might be advantages to it, the tobiano thinks, but it is not a thing she would ever seek. Lethy smiles fondly at her next mention of Aten, and Lepis does the same, glad that the other mare seems to have found some semblance of contentment here in the Taiga. That she would never expect Lepis to be here either brings a light chuckle to the navy-pointed mare. “I wouldn’t either. The forest is not my favorite environ, if that wasn’t obvious.” she refers to her love of the sky that she’d recently mentioned, and gestures toward the canopy once more for good measure. “After the Plague was cured, my family and I returned to Loess from where we had been staying – the Brilliant Pampas.” The quiet herdland was known as a refuge from the illness, and most of Loess had gone there during the worst of the illness. “Then the war came, and though it is ended now it was not without casualties. My son, Gale, was one of them.” She had mentioned their loss before, she knows, and does not linger on it longer than she must to include it in her tale. “I am going to make sure that no other mother loses her child in such a way.” She says. “And coming to Taiga, even taking it from Aten, is part of how I mean to accomplish that.” @[Izora Lethia] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Izora Lethia - 07-30-2019 forget me not; but never remember Lethy @[Lepis] RE: If this was a movie; Lepis - Lepis - 08-07-2019 Lepis smiles over at the other mare, her blue-grey eyes bright. The idea of having a friend here in Taiga means more to her than she had expected. She’s not entirely she she has ever had a friend before. Family, acquaintances, subjects, kings, and husbands she has had her share of, but not friends. Rey might have been her friend, Lepis thinks, but the cameleon mare had not shared a home with her and their interactions had been surface-level at best. So when she says to Lethy: “Thank you,” she means it more than she does most things she says. “And the same goes to you.” There is a shift in her midsection, one that she knows well by this point. Birth is still a long way off, but her body has begun to warn her of its arrival. And end to this overlong pregnancy, she realizes with relief. “I’ve got to leave now, but thank you for seeking me out.” They will have to get their children together, she thinks. It will be nice for Celina to have friends in the woods as well. @[Izora Lethia] wrapping this one up so babies can be born! |