i see trouble on the rise | Castile

[Lepis]

i feel
a bad moon rising

Talk to Castile, Straia had said. Talk to him, as though that were a simple request. A month ago it would have been; there were few creatures in Beqanna that Lepis trusted like she did the piebald. But now? Now, with the rumors (many confirmed) of the burning north? Now, with the changes that she’d brought to Loess in his absence?

Lepis is not ashamed of her actions, and she can only hope that the same is true for Castile.

She stands on a red precipe, easily visible from the sky, and sends out a mental call.

[Uncle?] is the unspoken word, silent and strong. [Uncle, it is past time we talk.]

Settling her wings to her sides, the dun mare looks down at the kingdom that spreads below her. Her kingdom, as it had once been and is now again. She had told the magician that she had wanted peace, and some part of her knows now that Loess peace, regardless of what it might have embroiled itself it at any given time. She has Loess, and for now that is enough.

For now.

@[Castile]

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