07-23-2019, 09:57 PM
The girl says something – perhaps her name? - but it is muffled by the prize she carries and the joyous, high-kneed prancing that follows. Her feather-thief has no fear, it seems. That only further disqualifies her as one of the Shadows, and Lepis is quite sure that the garbled ‘Lessy’, must mean Izora Lethia. The bay filly is old enough to feed herself, but she is not yet old enough to leave her mother. What had happened to separate feather thief from the mare who birthed her? Lepis, growing wide with her own child, briefly dwells on the more frightening of possible reasons.
calm she reminds herself, and exhales a long breath rather slowly.
Fortunately, this is all while the bright-eyed foal is prancing about, and for a bit of the time she listens for the horses she had left behind. Lepis’ own ears turn in the same direction without conscious thought, and the familiar distant voices of Aten and Lethy drift through the trees. She nods, mostly to herself, and then looks down to where the filly has come up quite close.
It is only the recently projected calm that keeps her hooves on the ground. Lepis does not like to be startled. She hides it with a sharp huff of her breath that might just be a greeting snort, and her blue-grey eyes do not roll in a way that might startle the dark-nosed Popinjay. The muffled gratitude of the girl further quells her nigh-invisible agitation, and Lepis is smiling as she pulls away from their greeting.
“You’re quite welcome.” She tells her, “You’ll be able to amass quite the collection of feathers here in Taiga. There are many winged horses in these woods, and I think they’d be happy to share if you ask nicely.” She makes a mental note to tell her son and daughters, and to ask her husband to wear wings on the off chance she runs into the Commander.
“My name is Lepis.” Says the Comtesse as she resettles her wings and smiles. “Could you tell me your name again, but maybe without the feather?”
@[Popinjay]
calm she reminds herself, and exhales a long breath rather slowly.
Fortunately, this is all while the bright-eyed foal is prancing about, and for a bit of the time she listens for the horses she had left behind. Lepis’ own ears turn in the same direction without conscious thought, and the familiar distant voices of Aten and Lethy drift through the trees. She nods, mostly to herself, and then looks down to where the filly has come up quite close.
It is only the recently projected calm that keeps her hooves on the ground. Lepis does not like to be startled. She hides it with a sharp huff of her breath that might just be a greeting snort, and her blue-grey eyes do not roll in a way that might startle the dark-nosed Popinjay. The muffled gratitude of the girl further quells her nigh-invisible agitation, and Lepis is smiling as she pulls away from their greeting.
“You’re quite welcome.” She tells her, “You’ll be able to amass quite the collection of feathers here in Taiga. There are many winged horses in these woods, and I think they’d be happy to share if you ask nicely.” She makes a mental note to tell her son and daughters, and to ask her husband to wear wings on the off chance she runs into the Commander.
“My name is Lepis.” Says the Comtesse as she resettles her wings and smiles. “Could you tell me your name again, but maybe without the feather?”
@[Popinjay]
