i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
Lepis prides herself on having seen a great many things, but a mare walking around with a spear through her chest is certainly something new. The mare herself is a stranger, with lovely coloration that somehow makes the protrusion all the more disturbing. She looks disturbed as well, though Lepis is not sure if that is a result of the spear or where she stands: just at the border of the land. The stranger appears to know this is the edge of Loess, and Lepis brushes past a stand of monstera and prickly pear to better face the unfamiliar pegasus.
"Hello," she says hesitantly, her blue-grey eyes flicking down to the spear and back up again. There are protocols for greeting a stranger at the border, but none of them included anything quite like this, and Lepis is left feeling rather out of her depth. It is not a comfortable feeling.
"Is that…" she begins, but then trails off. "Are you…" Again, another glance down at the spear. Then she gives a small shake of her head, supresses the concern, and starts for the third and final time. "Welcome to Loess. Can I help you?"
@[Sabra]
"Hello," she says hesitantly, her blue-grey eyes flicking down to the spear and back up again. There are protocols for greeting a stranger at the border, but none of them included anything quite like this, and Lepis is left feeling rather out of her depth. It is not a comfortable feeling.
"Is that…" she begins, but then trails off. "Are you…" Again, another glance down at the spear. Then she gives a small shake of her head, supresses the concern, and starts for the third and final time. "Welcome to Loess. Can I help you?"
@[Sabra]
