i hear hurricanes blowing; Lilliana

[Lepis]

lepis, comtesse of taiga RUN AND TELL ALL OF THE ANGELS; THIS COULD TAKE ALL NIGHT i think i need a devil to help me get things right Though Lepis has no ability to read minds, there is no need for such a gift. Something she has said upset Lilliana, or at the very least reminded her of something upsetting. The sympathy lances through her in an instant, the sharp pain of an empath, and Lepis apologizes without needing to even think about it. “I’m sorry. We won’t talk about that.” There exist emotions capable of far more damage than pride, Lepis knows this from experience.  This is perhaps the first time Lepis has weighed her own pride as less than the comfort of a near-stranger, and surely the quickest.  The apology feels strange on her tongue, and once more Lepis pins the other mare with an unreadable blue-grey gaze. It lasts just for a moment, just long enough for Lepis to confirm there is something that doesn’t quite fit in their conversation. Knowing what that might would be all put impossible for her to suss out, even if she had not just given her work to change the topic. Lilliana means to make Taiga her home, Lepis reasons. They will have years to get to know each other. “I would like to promote you,” the Comtesse tells the copper mare, “You have a bright future in diplomacy, I think.” Her smile is warm, even maternal, and there is a bit of good humor in voice when she chuckle that: “There’s always the Guards to join, if you want to defend our home with your teeth and hooves as well.”