04-17-2020, 10:23 PM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
Having interrupted the stranger while she grazed, Lepis is less than perturbed by the grass that remains in the overo’s mouth. She’s not expected her to drop it at her approach, after all. Still, the delay, and then the rapid attempt to swallow does elicit an amused smile from the dun mare, and she easily joins the antlered mare’s soft laughter.
Lepis, who has never considered raising a hoof to her children, can still appreciate the humor.
"I’ll be sure not to tell him then," the dun mare replies with a matching smile.
Warstorm, the other woman, introduces herself, and while Lepis rarely gives credence to names, this one does cause a curious raise of her brow. A foretelling during the other’s birth, she wonders, or a parent with high hopes of raising a warrior? There’s not time to inquire, for the overo poses a question of her own.
"In Beqanna?" She clarifies with a tilt of her head, and then a nod. "My whole life. I was born in Loess, and though I’ve sepnt some years elsewhere in between, I’m glad to have returned home." The words come easily, nearly two decades of life compressed into a simple mention of years spent elsewhere. The ease with which she says it has been a hard-earned thing, though there is no sign of that in her blue-grey gaze.
"And welcome to Beqanna then, Warstorm." Lepis adds. "Do you plan on staying here? Here in Beqanna, I mean. I don’t think anyone would enjoy making a home of this Field. " At that she smiles again, her attention flicking to the milling crowd. This is a place of transients. Beautiful, at least at first, but the stream of ever-changing faces must surely grow tiring after a time. There’s no sense of permanence here, not like in the ageless red cliffs of Loess.
@[Warstorm]
Lepis, who has never considered raising a hoof to her children, can still appreciate the humor.
"I’ll be sure not to tell him then," the dun mare replies with a matching smile.
Warstorm, the other woman, introduces herself, and while Lepis rarely gives credence to names, this one does cause a curious raise of her brow. A foretelling during the other’s birth, she wonders, or a parent with high hopes of raising a warrior? There’s not time to inquire, for the overo poses a question of her own.
"In Beqanna?" She clarifies with a tilt of her head, and then a nod. "My whole life. I was born in Loess, and though I’ve sepnt some years elsewhere in between, I’m glad to have returned home." The words come easily, nearly two decades of life compressed into a simple mention of years spent elsewhere. The ease with which she says it has been a hard-earned thing, though there is no sign of that in her blue-grey gaze.
"And welcome to Beqanna then, Warstorm." Lepis adds. "Do you plan on staying here? Here in Beqanna, I mean. I don’t think anyone would enjoy making a home of this Field. " At that she smiles again, her attention flicking to the milling crowd. This is a place of transients. Beautiful, at least at first, but the stream of ever-changing faces must surely grow tiring after a time. There’s no sense of permanence here, not like in the ageless red cliffs of Loess.
@[Warstorm]
