08-06-2020, 07:38 PM
l e p i s
gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
Though there is ever an undercurrent of unease in the dun pegasus, Lepis’ is at her most peaceful on these blazing summer afternoons.
The kingdom seems to glow like an ember, warm and red and scorching. The ridges in the distance shimmer as if by magic, and every lungful of air is dry and tastes of dust. She is headed toward a small freshwater spring that she is certain is just around the next right bend in the canyon. The search for water hoards nearly all of her attention, and she might not have noticed the creature soaring overhead at all had it not been for the second circle he makes. When his shadow passes just ahead of her – large and dark and drawing near – she freezes instinctively.
Her eyes roll, but it is hard to make out much of the shape against the high-hanging sun, and there is nothing on the breeze but the scent of feathers.
That eliminates many of the safer possibilities for “creatures flying over Loess”, and Lepis takes a long breath. The peace she has sunk into her rocky homeland these last two years is thick beneath her, and it is a small thing to pull a little bit of it nearer. Those nearby might feel it too (infusing the southern realm with her nearly tangible magic has required that she drop pretenses and admit to her powers and so she less precise with her emotions than she had once been). She does not mind.
Discomfort over death, she’d argue if asked. Better safe than sorry.
And Lepis is grateful for that as she draws near to the stallion, having abandoned the water without a moment of hesitation. He is grey, as Tipper had been, and Lepis’ navy-striped brow furrows. The first eye she is near enough to see is blue, and she moves closer still, almost near enough to be impolite, to be sure that the other is not green. Like the glowing stallion she had encountered so recently, this pegasus might be dangerous, but he is not the kind of dangerous that she is fearful of.
“Did no one teach you manners?” She demands, still with a scowl at odds with the shimmer of peace around her. “Or is it normal where you’re from to just drop down into the middle of someone else’s home?” He does not smell of any place she knows, but Lepis knows her geographical knowledge is limited. For all her training as a diplomat, she has traveled little after all.
Lepis should probably step back to a safer distance, but she is acutely aware that there are no other Loessions around from some distance. That is why she likes this particular part of Loess, but it shifts the odds against the physically unimposing mare. She is aware of the reason she’d appointed a Champion as she looks up at the much taller stallion, but she holds her ground with the same scowl, clouds of suspicion brewing in her stormy blue-grey eyes.
@[Tarian]
The kingdom seems to glow like an ember, warm and red and scorching. The ridges in the distance shimmer as if by magic, and every lungful of air is dry and tastes of dust. She is headed toward a small freshwater spring that she is certain is just around the next right bend in the canyon. The search for water hoards nearly all of her attention, and she might not have noticed the creature soaring overhead at all had it not been for the second circle he makes. When his shadow passes just ahead of her – large and dark and drawing near – she freezes instinctively.
Her eyes roll, but it is hard to make out much of the shape against the high-hanging sun, and there is nothing on the breeze but the scent of feathers.
That eliminates many of the safer possibilities for “creatures flying over Loess”, and Lepis takes a long breath. The peace she has sunk into her rocky homeland these last two years is thick beneath her, and it is a small thing to pull a little bit of it nearer. Those nearby might feel it too (infusing the southern realm with her nearly tangible magic has required that she drop pretenses and admit to her powers and so she less precise with her emotions than she had once been). She does not mind.
Discomfort over death, she’d argue if asked. Better safe than sorry.
And Lepis is grateful for that as she draws near to the stallion, having abandoned the water without a moment of hesitation. He is grey, as Tipper had been, and Lepis’ navy-striped brow furrows. The first eye she is near enough to see is blue, and she moves closer still, almost near enough to be impolite, to be sure that the other is not green. Like the glowing stallion she had encountered so recently, this pegasus might be dangerous, but he is not the kind of dangerous that she is fearful of.
“Did no one teach you manners?” She demands, still with a scowl at odds with the shimmer of peace around her. “Or is it normal where you’re from to just drop down into the middle of someone else’s home?” He does not smell of any place she knows, but Lepis knows her geographical knowledge is limited. For all her training as a diplomat, she has traveled little after all.
Lepis should probably step back to a safer distance, but she is acutely aware that there are no other Loessions around from some distance. That is why she likes this particular part of Loess, but it shifts the odds against the physically unimposing mare. She is aware of the reason she’d appointed a Champion as she looks up at the much taller stallion, but she holds her ground with the same scowl, clouds of suspicion brewing in her stormy blue-grey eyes.
