05-20-2018, 09:21 PM
Lepis is grazing in the clearing when the sparkling creature descends, and she glances up as he begins to shout. She does not reply, only continues to chew and then swallow the mouthful of sweet spring grass that she had torn up. Threats were not uncommon here in the autumn woods, but they are rarely delivered by those not under the reign of the red-nosed king.
She doesn't recognize the stranger who trumpets his threat to kill a child into the Sylvan woods, but there is enough motion in her peripheral vision to suggest that there are others who have heard the message that the volcanic messenger carries. They will tell Modicum Mortem, if he is not among them, and she will hold tightly to the news of this proclamation for a time when it might become useful.
She doesn't recognize the stranger who trumpets his threat to kill a child into the Sylvan woods, but there is enough motion in her peripheral vision to suggest that there are others who have heard the message that the volcanic messenger carries. They will tell Modicum Mortem, if he is not among them, and she will hold tightly to the news of this proclamation for a time when it might become useful.
