[open] lost in the woods; any

[Lepis]

again you’re gone, off on a different path than mine i'm left behind wondering if i should follow Lepis takes in a deep breath. The air tastes of red earth and dew, still cool in the dawn. Within a few hours, the summer sun will turn the hills around her to an oven. By then, she plans to be safely in the shade near a coolwater spring. The pattern of days in Loess is a set and steady rhythm, far different from the stillness in Taiga. This early in the morning, Leis would have been guaranteed solitude at least another hour or two, at least until the thickest fog burnt off. But there is no fog in Loess. Here, she is spotted easily, though she has been watching the soaring blue mare for some time before the other sees finds her in the hollow. The dragon-winged are not uncommon in Loess, and she assumes there is more to the taller – but younger – mare than meets the eye. The other – Dracarys – is probably even a relative of sorts, but Lepis has not kept track of her former guardian’s brood that closely. There are other dragons too, the former Comtesse knows; not all of them are to be trusted immediately. Her bright smile shows none of this internal caution, and instead her navy mouth forms a welcoming smile as she nods her agreement to the assessment that Dracarys has made. The view here is certainly a good one. “One of my favorites, ” the dun admits, before answering the question that follows. “Recently returned,” she tells the younger woman (though with the way immortality is inherited these days, perhaps the girl is centuries old). “From far too long away. I was born and raised here. My name is Lepis.” The adage of not giving too much away is one that she knows well, and the scarred woman tosses her navy mane while wondering in some disaffected part of her mind if the other woman’s admission is purposeful. She’s left behind the diplomats she knows in Taiga; learning those loyal to Loess will take some time. The prospect of something to fill her time brings a convincing amount of sincerity to the curious tilt of her head when she inquires of the dragon-mare. “And you? How long have you been in Loess?” LEPIS i’m the one who sees you home-- but now i’m lost in the woods and i don’t know what path you are on

@[Dracarys]