04-26-2020, 04:25 PM
L E P I S
i turned all the mirrors around
Not until she returns the other’s easy affection does Lepis realize how long it’s been since she’s done so. Not only with Oceane, but with anyone. Elio had gone north nearly a week ago. Celina, though visiting now and again, has not been back in half a month. Alcinder is often off with his father anymore, and Castile and Lepis have not spoken since he stormed off to rescue Oceane. It has been some time since Lepis has had a confidante, and longer still someone she trusted implicitly. She will likely never allow herself the second again, but she does consider the blue mare as dear to her as any. She has grown up without siblings, but Lepis thinks that perhaps what she and Oceane share is something like that of sisters.
“My mother told me once that leadership requires sacrifice.” That was one of the better lessons that Heda had given Lepis. Many of the others were…less than helpful. “I’ve not given up all hope. Elio’s off looking for a magician in Nerine as we speak.” She hopes, anyway. There are a dozen terrible scenarios that she’s imagined and forced herself to forget. Even if they’re true there is naught she can do about them.
“I don’t suppose you learned anything about shifting and curses in Pangea, did you?” The question is asked lightly; likelihood of that happening was all but impossible.
That she doesn't expect an answer becomes even more obvious as her pace suddenly picks up. Ahead of them, barely visible in the dusk’s fading light, are several undisturbed prickly pears. “We’re lucky Al didn’t get to these first,” Lepis remarks before she plucks one of the fruit. “He and those Ischian boys are like bottomless pits.”
@[Oceane]
“My mother told me once that leadership requires sacrifice.” That was one of the better lessons that Heda had given Lepis. Many of the others were…less than helpful. “I’ve not given up all hope. Elio’s off looking for a magician in Nerine as we speak.” She hopes, anyway. There are a dozen terrible scenarios that she’s imagined and forced herself to forget. Even if they’re true there is naught she can do about them.
“I don’t suppose you learned anything about shifting and curses in Pangea, did you?” The question is asked lightly; likelihood of that happening was all but impossible.
That she doesn't expect an answer becomes even more obvious as her pace suddenly picks up. Ahead of them, barely visible in the dusk’s fading light, are several undisturbed prickly pears. “We’re lucky Al didn’t get to these first,” Lepis remarks before she plucks one of the fruit. “He and those Ischian boys are like bottomless pits.”
@[Oceane]
