05-13-2019, 07:45 AM
Lepis brings Gale only after much pleading, and she is pleased to find that her youngest son bears the flight without complaint. It was not a long one, but the brindled colt is not yet a year old and Lepis knows that at his age she'd have surely whined for a rest by now. The pair of winged tobianos make short work of this distance between the center of Loess and the border of the Taiga, and touch down not far from the edge of the redwood kingdom.
The dun mare lets out a loud call for whomever might be in earshot, and then turns her attention to Gale. The blue-eyed colt is looking at the forest in admiration; they have tall trees in Loess but not nearly so many of them as there are here. He expresses this fact to his mother who nods agreeably and resumes straightening out the golden feathers of his wings. Her own are folded neatly against her sides. Despite the wind of their travel, Lepis' long mane covers both sides of her neck, hiding the majority of the scars she had received in a forest not terribly different from this one.
The two of them are not an especially imposing pair (a small mare and her young son), but there is a watchfulness in Lepis' stance and a flintiness her stormy blue eyes that promises they are no easy target.
They're here to visit a neighbor (or so it would seem) and Lepis calls out once more (echoed by a smaller attempt by Gale) before they settle in to wait for someone to find them. She has heard that the Taiga is quiet these days, but it is time that she find out how true that is herself.
@[anyone]
The dun mare lets out a loud call for whomever might be in earshot, and then turns her attention to Gale. The blue-eyed colt is looking at the forest in admiration; they have tall trees in Loess but not nearly so many of them as there are here. He expresses this fact to his mother who nods agreeably and resumes straightening out the golden feathers of his wings. Her own are folded neatly against her sides. Despite the wind of their travel, Lepis' long mane covers both sides of her neck, hiding the majority of the scars she had received in a forest not terribly different from this one.
The two of them are not an especially imposing pair (a small mare and her young son), but there is a watchfulness in Lepis' stance and a flintiness her stormy blue eyes that promises they are no easy target.
They're here to visit a neighbor (or so it would seem) and Lepis calls out once more (echoed by a smaller attempt by Gale) before they settle in to wait for someone to find them. She has heard that the Taiga is quiet these days, but it is time that she find out how true that is herself.
@[anyone]
