08-06-2020, 07:34 AM
l e p i s
gave me the blues and then purple pink skies
At the sharing of a name she recognizes, many of her suspicions are laid to rest. More still are settled by his apparent desire to make Loess a home, for the dun mare has always been most tender toward those that share her love for her red homeland. Of course, tender for a creature as wary as Lepis does not mean open arms, though she does settle more comfortably, shifting her weight and readjusting her wings idly. Her smile, and the happiness behind it, remain constant.
She waits rather than answer immediately, and is rewarded by Mesec’s rather timid smile and an inquiry as to what he must do to be allowed to stay. That Malone had invited him to do so was not surprising – Lepis has asked the other residents to recruit when they can – and there is a certain necessity of trust in her fellow Southerners when it comes to such matters. If Malone thinks Mesec suitable for residency (truly a thing with intangible requirements), then Lepis does as well.
Still…
“We require a blood sacrifice on the first full moon summer,” she tells him, her brows raising ever so slightly with a twitch at the edge of her smile, “So you’ve come at a rather opportune time, having just missed it.”
She should not toy with him, and she knows this in a more empathic part of her heart, but there has been precious little for entertainment for such a long time. Biding one’s time is all well and good, but there are limits even to Lepis’ patience. She has already been forced to make changes, and her dislike of that had soured her mood for several weeks. Mesec’s arrival has coincided with the end of that bitterness, and the dun mare is eager to experience more positive emotions.
Even at the expense of others, it seems, though she reassures herself that it is clear she is jesting.