04-27-2020, 11:52 AM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
Rivulets of water run down the side of Lepis’ neck as she raises her head, the dampness of her mane the last remnant of her earlier swim. The water had been hot – almost scaldingly so – and her skin still feels somewhat tender. The dun mare had not been expecting to have to socialize this afternoon, and when she shakes her head upon rising, some of the dried salt and minerals from the spring remain encrusted in her hair. Some of her homelands red dust clings to her far wing; she can feel it tickling the bicolored feathers at her shoulder, but she doesn’t shake it off despite the temptation.
She is rather public about many of her flaws, but her vanity is not one of them.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, the pegasus finds.
The creature who calls out for her is eyeless, but Lepis knows better than to think of him as blind. Perhaps he cannot see from eyes like her own, but she’s raised enough children with… vision issues than to trust only what she can see. She smiles at him – perhaps politely, perhaps because she likes the way ‘Lepis, Queen of Loess sounds even when spoken in an enemy’s tongue. She settles too far from him to touch without moving again, the appropriate distance for greeting a foreign diplomat from a nation with whom one is not quite at war.
Lepis had hoped the peace that seeps unfettered from her core would deter Pangeans from setting hoof in Loess with ill intent. Straia’s gift is not one she fully understands, but there have been enough subtle changes that she is certain it affects at least some small things. Has he come to take Oceane back? She swallows down the fear of that, but it is a point of pride that she need not imbue herself with any sort of false confidence to speak without a quiver in her voice when she says:
"I hope the discussion is intended to better the relationship, else I feel it might be a short one." It is a rather bold statement, coming from a mare who lacks the fangs, horns, and scales of the significantly larger stallion. They still have Rebelle, she knows, and for all her anger she has no intention of endangering the young mare. She will be polite, but she has not made it so far in life by cowering in the face of danger.
She is rather public about many of her flaws, but her vanity is not one of them.
It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, the pegasus finds.
The creature who calls out for her is eyeless, but Lepis knows better than to think of him as blind. Perhaps he cannot see from eyes like her own, but she’s raised enough children with… vision issues than to trust only what she can see. She smiles at him – perhaps politely, perhaps because she likes the way ‘Lepis, Queen of Loess sounds even when spoken in an enemy’s tongue. She settles too far from him to touch without moving again, the appropriate distance for greeting a foreign diplomat from a nation with whom one is not quite at war.
Lepis had hoped the peace that seeps unfettered from her core would deter Pangeans from setting hoof in Loess with ill intent. Straia’s gift is not one she fully understands, but there have been enough subtle changes that she is certain it affects at least some small things. Has he come to take Oceane back? She swallows down the fear of that, but it is a point of pride that she need not imbue herself with any sort of false confidence to speak without a quiver in her voice when she says:
"I hope the discussion is intended to better the relationship, else I feel it might be a short one." It is a rather bold statement, coming from a mare who lacks the fangs, horns, and scales of the significantly larger stallion. They still have Rebelle, she knows, and for all her anger she has no intention of endangering the young mare. She will be polite, but she has not made it so far in life by cowering in the face of danger.
@[Ghaul]
