04-18-2020, 10:50 AM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
Were it not for the spear, Lepis likely would have been offended. (The rudeness of her own awkward greeting having been immediately forgotten, of course).
But she knows what it is like to be injured, to be broken in a way not easily healed, and it tempers the hot retort that rises to her tongue. Though her own wing has long since healed, there are still winter mornings when the myriad old fractures ache in the cold.
Instead, she narrows her cool grey eyes only slightly, ears flicked forward as the other begins to speak. Lepis does not react to the name the other gives, but she knows it. Sabra. Yes, the dun thinks, the woman does seem the type of woman her uncle is drawn to. Strong-willed, direct, and certainly easy on the eyes. Well, she amends, perhaps she would be without the spear through the chest.
His oath is a slippery thing, Sabra adds, and for the first time since the narrowing of her eyes, Lepis visibly reacts. It’s subtle, a raise of her striped brow, one that just might be indicative of agreement. She would not call him an oathbreaker, but there is no denying that recent events have weakened her faith in the dragon. They’ve also added complexity to the promise that Sabra claims Castile has made to her.
"Castile is not here," Lepis tells the pale mare, "But I will keep his promise to you. You are welcome to recover here." It does not occur to her to deny the woman a place here, for all that Lepis is uncertain that recovery is even possible. The way the mare moves around the spear speaks of magic. Surely she should not being moving if it were a mundane injury, one with natural causes? The way Sabra glances away, as though at some invisible spook, suggests the same, and Lepis nearly frowns.
And then she does frown, but it is thoughtful rather than concerned. "I can’t heal you," she tells Sabra. "but I might be able to do…something. If you would let me?"
She’d achieved victory in the world that the magician had made, mostly through liberal use of her own arcane talents. She’d not used them with empathy in mind, though. Perhaps this time, in the real world, doing so will grant her a more permanent victory.
@[Sabra]
But she knows what it is like to be injured, to be broken in a way not easily healed, and it tempers the hot retort that rises to her tongue. Though her own wing has long since healed, there are still winter mornings when the myriad old fractures ache in the cold.
Instead, she narrows her cool grey eyes only slightly, ears flicked forward as the other begins to speak. Lepis does not react to the name the other gives, but she knows it. Sabra. Yes, the dun thinks, the woman does seem the type of woman her uncle is drawn to. Strong-willed, direct, and certainly easy on the eyes. Well, she amends, perhaps she would be without the spear through the chest.
His oath is a slippery thing, Sabra adds, and for the first time since the narrowing of her eyes, Lepis visibly reacts. It’s subtle, a raise of her striped brow, one that just might be indicative of agreement. She would not call him an oathbreaker, but there is no denying that recent events have weakened her faith in the dragon. They’ve also added complexity to the promise that Sabra claims Castile has made to her.
"Castile is not here," Lepis tells the pale mare, "But I will keep his promise to you. You are welcome to recover here." It does not occur to her to deny the woman a place here, for all that Lepis is uncertain that recovery is even possible. The way the mare moves around the spear speaks of magic. Surely she should not being moving if it were a mundane injury, one with natural causes? The way Sabra glances away, as though at some invisible spook, suggests the same, and Lepis nearly frowns.
And then she does frown, but it is thoughtful rather than concerned. "I can’t heal you," she tells Sabra. "but I might be able to do…something. If you would let me?"
She’d achieved victory in the world that the magician had made, mostly through liberal use of her own arcane talents. She’d not used them with empathy in mind, though. Perhaps this time, in the real world, doing so will grant her a more permanent victory.
@[Sabra]
