09-01-2020, 07:29 PM
l e p i s
gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
He spits out the name of her former homeland as if it is an expletive, and the following characterization startles a genuine laugh from the dun mare. There’d been no time to stifle it, but Lepis doesn’t think she would have tried even if there had been. If only she’d heard such a description of the redwood forest before she’d chosen it as a contender in her future. Lepis does not linger over what might have been – or at least, she does not do so often – but she does sometimes dearly wish* they’d not chosen Taiga. It is not even that she wanted it to be Nerine. No, she shouldn’t have ever had to chose between those two at all. It should have been Loess all along. But she’d let herself be swayed, manipulated, blinded by affection for a man who – in the end – did not deserve it.
To find someone so repulsed by the foggy forest is an unexpected delight, and Lepis finds herself thinking that perhaps this stranger might be a good addition to Loess.
They are without much of a physical defense, after all, with Pteron’s departure and Castile’s absence. Lepis knows she can keep her people safe in the long term, but there is no harm in having someone physically imposing as well. Just in case.
For a long moment she watches Tarian over the water that separates them, but her mind is on another grey stallion. Another protector she’d chosen, just in case. The memory sours some of the brightness in her mind, but her demeanor remains as clear as her still-amused smile.
“Earlier, you mentioned being denied a home. Does that mean you are in search of one?” His earlier quip about homes had not gone unnoticed. Lepis had considered asking then, but he’d not shared his feelings about Taiga then, and she had been less sure than she is now. A wiser part of her knows that such a similarity is a weak thing upon to which to build trust, but it has been some time since she laughed, and there is something to say for the value of humor in a home
Though the water that she drinks is chilled by the earth that carries it to the surface, the summer sun on her skin is anything but. Her wings do keep away the worst of it, and the way they hang more loosely now at her sides is indicative of that. If not for Tarian’s presence, she’d have had her fill and found shade some time ago. Instead, she’s been waylaid by his arrival and now finds herself torn between staying to converse and leaving him to find his own way through the kingdom.
For now, she waits for his answer to her question.
*(Lepis never wishes aloud, of course. She was raised better than to tempt her ancestors)
@[Tarian]
To find someone so repulsed by the foggy forest is an unexpected delight, and Lepis finds herself thinking that perhaps this stranger might be a good addition to Loess.
They are without much of a physical defense, after all, with Pteron’s departure and Castile’s absence. Lepis knows she can keep her people safe in the long term, but there is no harm in having someone physically imposing as well. Just in case.
For a long moment she watches Tarian over the water that separates them, but her mind is on another grey stallion. Another protector she’d chosen, just in case. The memory sours some of the brightness in her mind, but her demeanor remains as clear as her still-amused smile.
“Earlier, you mentioned being denied a home. Does that mean you are in search of one?” His earlier quip about homes had not gone unnoticed. Lepis had considered asking then, but he’d not shared his feelings about Taiga then, and she had been less sure than she is now. A wiser part of her knows that such a similarity is a weak thing upon to which to build trust, but it has been some time since she laughed, and there is something to say for the value of humor in a home
Though the water that she drinks is chilled by the earth that carries it to the surface, the summer sun on her skin is anything but. Her wings do keep away the worst of it, and the way they hang more loosely now at her sides is indicative of that. If not for Tarian’s presence, she’d have had her fill and found shade some time ago. Instead, she’s been waylaid by his arrival and now finds herself torn between staying to converse and leaving him to find his own way through the kingdom.
For now, she waits for his answer to her question.
*(Lepis never wishes aloud, of course. She was raised better than to tempt her ancestors)
