At first I think the distant figure is Arthas, and I pause between one step and the next. My dark hoof is poised above the forest floor, torn between continuing forward and going straight. The hesitation lasts for only a moment, and then I am moving nearer to the scaled stranger.
It takes a moment (and I have that, weaving through the red woods toward him takes time even for one as familiar with the trees as I) but I finally pinpoint the stallion's scaled face.
"Vulgaris," I say, stepping forward out of the trees with a flick of my white-tipped tail and a welcoming smile. "I don't think we've formally met. I'm Lepis." I do not leave the question of who I am for an overlong pause, but I am curious if he might know me without introductions.
It seems I am becoming rather vain.
If only it were that simple.
Closer to him now, my curious blue-grey gaze flicks across his scaled figure and the curious shadows on his muzzle. The green eyes I meet at last are slit-pupilled and unfamiliar; he is a type of monster I have never seen before. I inhale a long breath of the humid summer air, glancing up for a moment at the golden canopy of beech we stand beneath and trying to remember the location of the nearest stream. When I look back down I am poised once more.
"Is there news from Loess?" I ask, my navy head tilted curiously. The long fall of my mane is obscuring all but the longest of my scars, and I I roll my shoulders to ensure that it does. "Or have you come for something else?"
It takes a moment (and I have that, weaving through the red woods toward him takes time even for one as familiar with the trees as I) but I finally pinpoint the stallion's scaled face.
"Vulgaris," I say, stepping forward out of the trees with a flick of my white-tipped tail and a welcoming smile. "I don't think we've formally met. I'm Lepis." I do not leave the question of who I am for an overlong pause, but I am curious if he might know me without introductions.
It seems I am becoming rather vain.
If only it were that simple.
Closer to him now, my curious blue-grey gaze flicks across his scaled figure and the curious shadows on his muzzle. The green eyes I meet at last are slit-pupilled and unfamiliar; he is a type of monster I have never seen before. I inhale a long breath of the humid summer air, glancing up for a moment at the golden canopy of beech we stand beneath and trying to remember the location of the nearest stream. When I look back down I am poised once more.
"Is there news from Loess?" I ask, my navy head tilted curiously. The long fall of my mane is obscuring all but the longest of my scars, and I I roll my shoulders to ensure that it does. "Or have you come for something else?"
