[private] I won’t, this time - Lepis

[Lepis]

staring at the ceiling in the dark same old empty feeling in your heart Their meeting in the Taigan woods was not destined to be their last, Lepis knows, and yet it is not Ilma she expects to see winging overhead through the heart of Loess. Standing in a low red valley, browsing on a dried stand of sweetgrass and mulberry, the cream and blue mare is easy to spot from overhead. When she lands, Lepis knows it is her that the white mare seeks, so she crests the low ridge to find the taller mare standing there just as the last of her words are spoken into the wind. Downwind of her despite the advantage of elevation, the dun mare catches the acrid smoke scent of the Dragon King. She’s been here a while, her words says, and with Castile. “What is it?” she asks without preamble when she is close enough to converse. This near, it is clear that Ilma hadn’t been quite as close to Castile as Oceane has been of late, and the pegasus feels a brief flash of gratitude that the man wasn’t yet chasing every piece of flesh he saw. His slow descent toward base instinct has been difficult to miss, especially given quite how visible he’s become of late. @[Ilma] LEPIS staring at the bottom of your glass-- hoping one day you’ll make a dream last but dreams come slow and they go so fast