04-23-2020, 06:34 PM
i feel
a bad moon rising
a bad moon rising
Still lulled by her own projection, Lepis takes the accusation that dulling pain is dishonest with nothing more than a flick of her ears. So be it, says a shrug of her golden shoulders. If the motion shifts her navy mane, making her own scars visible for a moment, it is surely not intentional. She will let the subject drop then, her reaction seems to say, at least until she adds with a more obvious sense of finality: “If you change your mind, you need only ask.”
Then Lepis shifts her weight, a physical sign that she, too, is satisfied with where this conversation has brought them. She either ignores Sabra’s exposed weariness or does not see it with her blue-grey eyes on the horizon. Anything else, Sabra asks, drawing Lepis’ attention back to the face of the opalescent mare.
“Go on,” she says mildly. There’s a sense of dismissal about the phrase, the casual way she turns her body just the smallest bit away with the way she leans. And once more, chooses to add something when before she’d seemed finished.
“The Crescent shaped lake is saltwater. Whether that’s better or worse for a wound like that, I think you’d not appreciate the surprise regardless.” Lepis rather enjoys a salt soak at the end of a cool autumn day, but she does not having a gaping hole in her chest. Sabra might have other preferences, Lepis allows.
Then Lepis shifts her weight, a physical sign that she, too, is satisfied with where this conversation has brought them. She either ignores Sabra’s exposed weariness or does not see it with her blue-grey eyes on the horizon. Anything else, Sabra asks, drawing Lepis’ attention back to the face of the opalescent mare.
“Go on,” she says mildly. There’s a sense of dismissal about the phrase, the casual way she turns her body just the smallest bit away with the way she leans. And once more, chooses to add something when before she’d seemed finished.
“The Crescent shaped lake is saltwater. Whether that’s better or worse for a wound like that, I think you’d not appreciate the surprise regardless.” Lepis rather enjoys a salt soak at the end of a cool autumn day, but she does not having a gaping hole in her chest. Sabra might have other preferences, Lepis allows.
@[Sabra]
