04-17-2020, 11:46 AM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
There had been frost on some of the plants this morning, a sure sign that autumn has broken through summer’s grasp. While much of her home will remain warm for weeks yet, the common lands that spread beneath her are more affected. Their greenery has come alight, the reds and oranges still just an imitation of Sylva. Give it time, Lepis thinks, and they will rival the permanent autumnal realm. Some part of her is glad that it does not yet.
She lands beside a broad-boughed oak whose outer leaves have just begun to yellow. Lepis folds her wings to her sides, tucking the mostly golden feathers tight as much for warmth as for ease of movement; it’s cooler here than it had been in Loess, even with the sun high in the sky. The navy-haired mare has barely begun to grow her winter coat, and there’s just a bit of fuzz to her mostly yellow hide. She shakes her windblown mane from her face, and looks around the Field with curious blue-grey eyes.
There is a young mare not far from her, and at first Lepis wonders if perhaps Oriash has made a trip to the common lands this day as well. But no, she find as she moves closer, there are no blue markings among the white one this stranger’s sides, and the antlers she wears are of a curling type, not the tree-like horns that the buckskin Lepis knows. Still, she’s already drawn near enough that to bac kaway now would be rude, so Lepis continues forward. She must raise her head to meet the taller mare’s gaze, but that is not uncommon for the small monarch.
"Hello there," she says with a friendly smile. "I’m Lepis." There’s much more she could say, an elaboration on her reason for being here, a presumptive request that this stranger come to Loess. But she says nothing more, waiting instead for a reply with a curious look in her pale eyes.
@[Warstorm]
She lands beside a broad-boughed oak whose outer leaves have just begun to yellow. Lepis folds her wings to her sides, tucking the mostly golden feathers tight as much for warmth as for ease of movement; it’s cooler here than it had been in Loess, even with the sun high in the sky. The navy-haired mare has barely begun to grow her winter coat, and there’s just a bit of fuzz to her mostly yellow hide. She shakes her windblown mane from her face, and looks around the Field with curious blue-grey eyes.
There is a young mare not far from her, and at first Lepis wonders if perhaps Oriash has made a trip to the common lands this day as well. But no, she find as she moves closer, there are no blue markings among the white one this stranger’s sides, and the antlers she wears are of a curling type, not the tree-like horns that the buckskin Lepis knows. Still, she’s already drawn near enough that to bac kaway now would be rude, so Lepis continues forward. She must raise her head to meet the taller mare’s gaze, but that is not uncommon for the small monarch.
"Hello there," she says with a friendly smile. "I’m Lepis." There’s much more she could say, an elaboration on her reason for being here, a presumptive request that this stranger come to Loess. But she says nothing more, waiting instead for a reply with a curious look in her pale eyes.
@[Warstorm]
