08-07-2020, 07:48 PM
If Mesec wasn’t already worried his question was a foolish one, her answer would have solidified it. The silver-lined stallion grins when she speaks though - feeling fairly confident that this is a joke (but not completely confident). He thinks of Lucius and Lyra, his old companions, and how Lyra would have thought it a mighty good jest while Lucius would have sat there and been wholly unimpressed.
The ache in his heart for their absence twinges. He does not brush it aside, just quietly accepts it and the soft way it fades his smile so it does not shine so bright for a moment before he can recover.
When the moment passes, and before too much time has passed, his grin returns and he tilts his head just slightly as he regards Lepis with his silver eyes. She reads as a sharp-edged mare, but that’s not a deterrent for wanting to live here. And though his own humour has a softer edge to it, he still tries to respond in kind. “Should I return in just under a year, then? Wouldn’t want to ruffle any feathers by sneaking in without a visit to the altar at the appropriate time.” He ruffles his own black and silver feathers a little as his smile widens a bit further.
He is at least 75% sure Malone would have mentioned the requirement of a blood sacrifice, though he has to admit that he did not talk at length with the colourful stallion. Perhaps these are things he should have discussed ahead of time.
Considering all he has seen in his years, the truth of this requirement would not actually surprise him - but it would deter him. For one, a land requiring blood sacrifices in order to join is either more powerful or more dangerous than he is willing to get tangled in at the moment. And Loess is a lovely place, to be sure, and lovelier for not being covered in ice year-round - he is just not quite sure he’s ready to bleed for a home he has only just stepped into.
The ache in his heart for their absence twinges. He does not brush it aside, just quietly accepts it and the soft way it fades his smile so it does not shine so bright for a moment before he can recover.
When the moment passes, and before too much time has passed, his grin returns and he tilts his head just slightly as he regards Lepis with his silver eyes. She reads as a sharp-edged mare, but that’s not a deterrent for wanting to live here. And though his own humour has a softer edge to it, he still tries to respond in kind. “Should I return in just under a year, then? Wouldn’t want to ruffle any feathers by sneaking in without a visit to the altar at the appropriate time.” He ruffles his own black and silver feathers a little as his smile widens a bit further.
He is at least 75% sure Malone would have mentioned the requirement of a blood sacrifice, though he has to admit that he did not talk at length with the colourful stallion. Perhaps these are things he should have discussed ahead of time.
Considering all he has seen in his years, the truth of this requirement would not actually surprise him - but it would deter him. For one, a land requiring blood sacrifices in order to join is either more powerful or more dangerous than he is willing to get tangled in at the moment. And Loess is a lovely place, to be sure, and lovelier for not being covered in ice year-round - he is just not quite sure he’s ready to bleed for a home he has only just stepped into.
Mesec
@[Lepis]