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Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Wolfbane - 05-20-2019 WOLFBANE United with Lepis || Warrior of Loess || Father to @[Lepis] RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Lepis - 05-21-2019 Gale is not the first son that Lepis has lost. But he is the first that she has allowed herself to mourn, and that makes the ache of Gale’s absence all the more bitter. To obscure her emotions as she had the first time feels like a betrayal to her blue boy, as though she would be blurring away her memories of him as well as her pain. So she remembers him in the days after they have buried him, and does nothing to temper the flood of emotions. Joy, amusement, frustration, pride. He’d been so little. There had been so much of his life ahead of him. Now there is nothing. Nothing but a small mound in the red earth and a gaping emptiness in the center of her chest. She has pushed Pteron’s concern away and smiled for the twins, but she has not yet spoken to his husband. No words have passed between them since he returned with what was left of their littlest boy. There was nothing to say, not at first. And now, breaking the silence feels nearly as insurmountable. She has almost reached out a dozen times, but the fear that he might not reach back has quashed it every time. “It’s my fault,” she says into the dusk beside him. “I should have been watching him, should have stopped him but...” But Tiercel had been trapped in the maze, she can’t say. It feels like an excuse, and there are none. @[Wolfbane] RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Wolfbane - 05-22-2019 WOLFBANE United with Lepis || Warrior of Loess || Father to @[Lepis] RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Lepis - 06-02-2019 A month ago they’d been planning to leave Loess, and now even the idea of being too far from the grave is terrifying. She feels as though some intangible bit of her heart is buried there in the earth, the part with which she’d once held Gale. Even now, facing the sea, she knows just where to turn to see the burial site. The navy haired woman wonders if Wolfbane knows too, but cannot not ask. Lepis tenses at the sharpness in his voice, but does not flinch away as she once might have in their early days. Instead she waits, waits until he finally turns to look at her. Her blue-grey eyes are shadowed by dusk and sorrow and her blazed face shakes side to side as he speaks, as though doing so might somehow make his words untrue. He turns away again, and does not see her quiver at the image he describes. She is glad she did not see it, but that does nothing to hinder her imagination. She has pictured it ten thousand times. A soft blue figure in the ashy sky, tumbling toward the glowing earth, fear in his young eyes. For a long moment that is all she sees. The pain is visceral in her chest, but she refuses to quell it. Nor does she soften that the anger that rises to replace it, a balm that she finds far preferable. “You haven’t.” She says when he speaks of leading their family down a trail laden with mistakes. “You haven’t.” Lepis says again, reaching out to press her muzzle against his shoulder even though she half fears he might pull away. “You didn’t let him fall,” the mare continues, her voice slowly beginning to feel as tight as her chest. “But what if...what if someone made him fall?” Speaking the words aloud feels somehow freeing. They no longer spin about in the back of her mind, a question that she dare not think of. Lepis has never doubted her husband’s story, but something has never made sense. Gale was a strong flier, at least for a boy his age. Why would he have fallen out of the sky? Was he hurt? By whom? The questions lead back to a single answer and one emotion: Tephrans and Fury. Different from her hatred of Sylva, the two emotions have fed off each other in the silence after the death of her son. They are absent in her expression (she is a master of this, after all) but she makes no effort to hide her physical reaction, the tensing of her muscle and the clenching of her jaw. The mask is unconscious, but she does not hide her emotions from her husband the way she might in company. @[Wolfbane] RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Wolfbane - 06-06-2019 ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN WOLFBANE @[Lepis] RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Lepis - 06-09-2019 “I’m ready to go,” she says to her husband one midsummer evening. The winds stream around their stone spire perch and ruffle the feathers of the pegasi’s wings. Lepis bends a blue muzzle in a futile attempt to smooth them, first her tricolored ones and then Wolfbane’s snow white. The movement is familiar and habitual, a mental balm as well as physical. Long shadows stretch over the earth below them – streaks of black against the red and yellow sandstone. This is the view she was raised with; the only one she’s ever really loved. Yet she is ready now, ready to find another one. We need power, Wolfbane had said. For Lepis, that power had at first been fiery rage. It simmered unchecked in her golden chest for some time, but as the heat of the season increased and the rest of Beqanna seemed to forget about the war, the flame had grown smaller. Let the rest of them think that a lack of smoke means that there is no fire, that Lepis accepts the death of her young son at the hands of Tephra without asking retribution, that the blue-haired woman would so easily forgive Sylva’s disrespect. Without power, she is nothing; no more important than a quiet herdmare, without rank or title. It is time to change that. The tobiano mares cares little for the lands beyond Loess. She’s been to few of them, never interested in staying long. They will change that now, she knows; soon a new place will be home. At her feet is a flat yellow stone. Lepis nudges it with the edge of her hoof, flipping it over to reveal that the opposite side has far more obvious ripples of red. “What do you think?” She muses aloud. “Yellow for Taiga, red for Nerine?” Lepis asks mostly for herself, but her blue grey eyes do flick toward her mate for confirmation. Nodding once – decisive – the dun mare reaches down, grasps the stone between her teeth, and tosses it up into the air. It spins through the sunset light for a moment, clattering down a few meters away with a soft puff of dust. The yellow side of the stone is tilted just slightly toward her. Lepis smiles. RE: Bloodfeather || Lepis || - Wolfbane - 06-12-2019 ALL THE DOUBT YOU'RE STANDING IN BETWEEN WITH WOUNDS THAT NO ONE ELSE HAS SEEN WOLFBANE @[Lepis] |