01-08-2019, 10:49 PM
Given the choice, Lepis would have much rather stayed behind in Brilliant Pampas. Not only because it was safer, but also because it was not Sylva. Cognizant of her husband's watchful gaze, the winged mares give him a smile, but makes no effort to hide the doubtful expression on her dun face. There is nothing about this autumn realm that she is excited to see, but she puts on enough of a fascade that Pteron is no wiser.
She wears an even more convincing mask for the pair of Sylvans.
A soft smile on her navy mouth appears as Sinner and Mary arrive. The dappled grey mare is growing wide with child, not unlike Lepis herself. A pang of unexpected empathy rises unbidden in the blue-eyed mare, but it does not show. Is her mother still here, to help the young ruler with the trails of motherhood, the dun mare wonders? They'd never really spoken, Lepis and Rey. They'd known each other, but Lepis had never tried to develop a friendship with the color changing mare.
She knows that there is a closeness between Mary and Wolfbane, first sprouted in Lepis' time away from Loess. She was captive in these very woods, while the child Mary and young Wolfbane started their friendship. It is that closeness that convinced Lepis to come, her trust in Wolfbane's assurances that this leader, at least, is not so terrible as she believes other Sylvans to be.
"It is," Lepis replies to Mary, her tone suggesting that her benevolence in visiting Sylva is something to truly be appreciative of. The dun mare had once prided herself on her diplomatic skill, but after it had failed her one time too many she has chosen a simpler path. Blunt and forward, the piebald queen has abandoned any pretense that she is anything other than herself. She is not the woman that her mother had wanted her to be, but she has found happiness anyway.
Just then, her son disappears, and Lepis freezes. A small voice and a touch at her shoulder reveals that Pteron has simply gone invisible again and has not, in fact, been snatched into another world. The brief tension eases away at his apology, and she shakes her head bemusedly.
"Focus," she repeats, only half-remembering the lesson that Bane had been teaching their son. Her blue grey eyes focus on the space where she knows that he is, and only a few seconds after he'd vanished, the boy reappears between them, squinting hard. The feeling of confidence that she'd given him is intangible to the rest of the gathering, but it was the push that the young prince had needed to center his ability.
@[Wolfbane]
She wears an even more convincing mask for the pair of Sylvans.
A soft smile on her navy mouth appears as Sinner and Mary arrive. The dappled grey mare is growing wide with child, not unlike Lepis herself. A pang of unexpected empathy rises unbidden in the blue-eyed mare, but it does not show. Is her mother still here, to help the young ruler with the trails of motherhood, the dun mare wonders? They'd never really spoken, Lepis and Rey. They'd known each other, but Lepis had never tried to develop a friendship with the color changing mare.
She knows that there is a closeness between Mary and Wolfbane, first sprouted in Lepis' time away from Loess. She was captive in these very woods, while the child Mary and young Wolfbane started their friendship. It is that closeness that convinced Lepis to come, her trust in Wolfbane's assurances that this leader, at least, is not so terrible as she believes other Sylvans to be.
"It is," Lepis replies to Mary, her tone suggesting that her benevolence in visiting Sylva is something to truly be appreciative of. The dun mare had once prided herself on her diplomatic skill, but after it had failed her one time too many she has chosen a simpler path. Blunt and forward, the piebald queen has abandoned any pretense that she is anything other than herself. She is not the woman that her mother had wanted her to be, but she has found happiness anyway.
Just then, her son disappears, and Lepis freezes. A small voice and a touch at her shoulder reveals that Pteron has simply gone invisible again and has not, in fact, been snatched into another world. The brief tension eases away at his apology, and she shakes her head bemusedly.
"Focus," she repeats, only half-remembering the lesson that Bane had been teaching their son. Her blue grey eyes focus on the space where she knows that he is, and only a few seconds after he'd vanished, the boy reappears between them, squinting hard. The feeling of confidence that she'd given him is intangible to the rest of the gathering, but it was the push that the young prince had needed to center his ability.
@[Wolfbane]
