[private] won't you stay?

[Lepis]

the rain that falls upon your skin it's closer than my hands have been The excitement at his uncle’s name elicits a smile. It feels like only yesterday that it had been a young Pteron who was excited to meet the famed dragon, and yet a half-dozen years have sped by in the interim. Elio grows more excited, and Lepis allows herself to get swept away as well, nodding in unison with her golden son. They will have a good life in Loess, she thinks; it is a good place to raise children. The best place, really, and so it is easy to tell herself that this is a good thing. A good choice. The right choice. He asks about Celina then, and Lepis pauses her nodding for a moment, and then grows still at Elio’s mention of his father. Not suspiciously still, not enough to make her boy wary again, but enough that she requestions her so-recent certainty. “I hope Celina will come with us,” Lepis tells Elio. Her youngest daughter is too old to force into obedience (Elio probably is as well), and she has shown a rebellious streak since her father’ sreturn. Well, rebellious with Lepis anyway. It sounds as though their toothsome daughter still worships the ground her father walks on, as though he had never left them at all. The second half of his question is less difficult to answer, and Lepis shakes her golden head. “No. He will not be visiting. But if you want to see him, I think he is going to be staying in Taiga.” @[elio] lepis, comtesse of taiga queen of loess | queen of sylva | queen of the south lover of wolfbane | mother of pteron, marni, tiercal, eyas, gale, celina, and elio