04-23-2020, 01:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-13-2020, 10:11 PM by kahzie.
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L E P I S
i turned all the mirrors around
This is not the first time she has had a dream like this one, for all she quashes even the smallest bit while conscious. It fades as quickly as ever, leaving just a faint feeling of breathlessness. Lepis yawns it away, blinking in the late evening sunlight that streams into her nest. It’s almost always the light that wakes her this time of day, when she naps in the afternoon after being up most of the night. The bright directness of the light wakes her immediately, a sharp difference to her slow and well-shaded morning wake ups.
Lepis has made the nest around her exactly as she wants it, a cleft in a canyon wall, protected from the wind and littered with feathers. Most are gold, though there are a few blues, and in a little crevasse there is tucked a rainbow of single feathers: deep teal, inky black, navy blue, blue-green like the sea, firey red, and one downy soft white feather. There are a few shiny rocks too, mostly geodes. She’d lost her larger collection when she’d destroyed Fort Hideaway. These she has found herself, brought back herself and carried up here.
A gust of cool autumn wind from the canyon brings the scent of the creek at the base of it. This time of year it is only a creek, but come spring the water will reach higher, closer to her nest.
Lepis closes her eyes against the bright sunlight, and breathes deeply of the slowly cooling air. Her thick mane is a shield against the light, and when she finally shakes it away (having dozed off again for just a moment) it is warm against her previously shadowed shoulder. The sun now lights a few less inches of her roost, and when the tip of the tall red feather is entirely in shadow, Lepis takes flight. Her destination is the crescent shaped lake. Hot springs at either end feed the saltwater basin, and Lepis lands beside the southern one. This time of day, there is no company to be found, which suits Lepis just fine. Her stomach growls as she searches through the stiff green blades of the plants.
She’s certain that Alcinder can’t have eaten all of the pineapples in this patch she’d showed him earlier today, but as her search grows longer she becomes less sure.
Lepis has made the nest around her exactly as she wants it, a cleft in a canyon wall, protected from the wind and littered with feathers. Most are gold, though there are a few blues, and in a little crevasse there is tucked a rainbow of single feathers: deep teal, inky black, navy blue, blue-green like the sea, firey red, and one downy soft white feather. There are a few shiny rocks too, mostly geodes. She’d lost her larger collection when she’d destroyed Fort Hideaway. These she has found herself, brought back herself and carried up here.
A gust of cool autumn wind from the canyon brings the scent of the creek at the base of it. This time of year it is only a creek, but come spring the water will reach higher, closer to her nest.
Lepis closes her eyes against the bright sunlight, and breathes deeply of the slowly cooling air. Her thick mane is a shield against the light, and when she finally shakes it away (having dozed off again for just a moment) it is warm against her previously shadowed shoulder. The sun now lights a few less inches of her roost, and when the tip of the tall red feather is entirely in shadow, Lepis takes flight. Her destination is the crescent shaped lake. Hot springs at either end feed the saltwater basin, and Lepis lands beside the southern one. This time of day, there is no company to be found, which suits Lepis just fine. Her stomach growls as she searches through the stiff green blades of the plants.
She’s certain that Alcinder can’t have eaten all of the pineapples in this patch she’d showed him earlier today, but as her search grows longer she becomes less sure.
@[Wolfbane]
