05-17-2018, 01:57 PM
Some part of me had expected Mosrael to be the one to greet me, as she is the only Ischian I know (that is not currently held captive in the forest that I have just left behind). But it is not the purple spotted mare that greets me, it is a champagne foal with what seems to be a deformed face.
No, I realize as he comes closer and speaks clearly, not deformed, just different. Like a golden eagle, I think, or the osprey that I had soared beside on my trip across the sea. I wonder if he eats fish the way the osprey had, but know that to ask that would be rude and off-topic. Still, I give the boy an easy smile and extend my muzzle for a curious greeting.
"Thank you, Grye." I reply, "I'm Lepis, and I've come from Sylva to speak to Brennen."
No, I realize as he comes closer and speaks clearly, not deformed, just different. Like a golden eagle, I think, or the osprey that I had soared beside on my trip across the sea. I wonder if he eats fish the way the osprey had, but know that to ask that would be rude and off-topic. Still, I give the boy an easy smile and extend my muzzle for a curious greeting.
"Thank you, Grye." I reply, "I'm Lepis, and I've come from Sylva to speak to Brennen."
