03-31-2020, 10:04 PM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
The two of them are not tall, and Lepis hears the answering whicker before she sees the other mare wading through the long grasses. The greenery here has always reminded the pegasus of a terrestrial sea. The land itself seems to undulate in the wind when viewed from the higher hills, a vast green ocean that stretches all the way to the blue sea in the south.
"It’s been too long since I visited you in spring," she tells the other mare, returning the brush against her shoulder with a touch of her own cheek to the far side of Noah’s neck, a quick embrace that is no less affectionate for all its brevity.
She remembers all to well their last meeting, one that had been stifled (at least for Lepis) by the presence of Wolfbane. It had been a strange sensation, facing the woman who had given them shelter and then friendship. The contrast between that day and this one is stark, and the absent weight on her chest all the more meaningful for it. A year, she thinks, a year since their last meeting. Too long. "It’s always too long." She says aloud, for Noah is one of the few creatures around whom she does not strenuously filter the space between her mind and her tongue.
"How is Noma?" She asks with genuine interest, recalling the young filly who had clung to Noah’s heels in the Taigan woods. Noah’s first, she knows, and now a yearling. "I met a mare, Tickaani, and her son in the Field and she mentioned they live here. I hope they are good company for the two of you?"
@[Noah]
"It’s been too long since I visited you in spring," she tells the other mare, returning the brush against her shoulder with a touch of her own cheek to the far side of Noah’s neck, a quick embrace that is no less affectionate for all its brevity.
She remembers all to well their last meeting, one that had been stifled (at least for Lepis) by the presence of Wolfbane. It had been a strange sensation, facing the woman who had given them shelter and then friendship. The contrast between that day and this one is stark, and the absent weight on her chest all the more meaningful for it. A year, she thinks, a year since their last meeting. Too long. "It’s always too long." She says aloud, for Noah is one of the few creatures around whom she does not strenuously filter the space between her mind and her tongue.
"How is Noma?" She asks with genuine interest, recalling the young filly who had clung to Noah’s heels in the Taigan woods. Noah’s first, she knows, and now a yearling. "I met a mare, Tickaani, and her son in the Field and she mentioned they live here. I hope they are good company for the two of you?"
@[Noah]
