09-29-2015, 03:34 PM
Uuuuuugh she feels so fat.
She can’t help but feel awkward standing so close to the other mare’s comparatively lithe frame. She wants that back. She wants to be small and fit, she wants to not feel like a massive land whale any more.
She feels a flash of irritation at the mare’s first statement (the dark cloud overhead starts snowing in response), but she forces herself to grin. There’s a lot of things she’s not supposed to do … it’s never stopped her before! “Ehh I do what I want.”
But the mare seems strangely concerned with the condition of the damn parasite in her womb. Lyris exhales, trying to calm herself. It’s the sort of thing she’d brush off normally, but the damn hormones have made her ridiculously more reactive. Thankfully she manages to keep the irritation from her face, though the cloud above begins to snow a little harder. “Oh don’t worry. The kid’ll be fine. But if you’re really concerned I’ll get rid of the cloud. Or … I’ll at least stop the snow.” Stopping the snow seems like a more reachable goal at this point. She closes her eyes, exhaling, inhaling, trying to calm herself. Surprisingly it works, and the snow falling from the sky lessens, then disappears.
Which is when Serafine nudges her to alert her to the approach of a newcomer. Her eyes flash open and her head jerks around to stare at the stallion. She’s never seen him before, but he smells strongly of the Valley - a scent she knows all too well. She tucks her wings closer into her sides, and gives him a look that is part scowl, part attempt at a polite smile. It makes for an odd combination. “Hello Fennick, I’m Lyris.”
Both of them immediately comment on the cold temperatures, and Lyris fights the urge to roll her eyes. How … pedestrian. “I can try to make it warmer for you guys, but the hormones are makin’ it tricky. Give me a sec …” She concentrates, playing with air currents, drawing in a few rare warm ones, and forcing away a breeze that’s been contributing to the chill. And the result is a marginal rise in temperature. “That’s the best I can do at the moment.” She tried.
Serafine settles right down to business then, asking if they’re from the same place (which Fennick quickly answers) and what they want. Fennick barges on right ahead, giving Serafine the spiel on the Valley. Lyris eyes him testily, but her ears perk when he mentions that the borders won’t allow anyone with ill intentions to cross. She spots the brand below his eye as he dips to show Serafine. This is new. What tricks has the Valley been up to lately?
Eventually he stops talking, and Lyris takes the opportunity to leap in. “As Fennick here has already mentioned, I’m from the Jungle, which as he implied, is a kingdom of mares. Well, mostly mares.” She shoots him a glance. “The Jungle is to the south, so it’s considerably warmer than both the field here, and the Valley.” Especially since the Valley is in the damn mountains. “And we aren’t quite so … fanatical … about our borders.” Granted, there’s not much need for them to be. It’s easy to get lost in the Jungle if you don’t know your way around. “We are a hardworking kingdom, and are made up of a close-knit group of mares that we call sisters. We welcome all sorts.” Not close-knit in the traditional sense - Lyris isn’t overly buddy buddy with any of them - but she’d be willing to fight to the death to protect them. It’s a very different, and wonderful kind of bond. At least in her opinion.
She can’t help but feel awkward standing so close to the other mare’s comparatively lithe frame. She wants that back. She wants to be small and fit, she wants to not feel like a massive land whale any more.
She feels a flash of irritation at the mare’s first statement (the dark cloud overhead starts snowing in response), but she forces herself to grin. There’s a lot of things she’s not supposed to do … it’s never stopped her before! “Ehh I do what I want.”
But the mare seems strangely concerned with the condition of the damn parasite in her womb. Lyris exhales, trying to calm herself. It’s the sort of thing she’d brush off normally, but the damn hormones have made her ridiculously more reactive. Thankfully she manages to keep the irritation from her face, though the cloud above begins to snow a little harder. “Oh don’t worry. The kid’ll be fine. But if you’re really concerned I’ll get rid of the cloud. Or … I’ll at least stop the snow.” Stopping the snow seems like a more reachable goal at this point. She closes her eyes, exhaling, inhaling, trying to calm herself. Surprisingly it works, and the snow falling from the sky lessens, then disappears.
Which is when Serafine nudges her to alert her to the approach of a newcomer. Her eyes flash open and her head jerks around to stare at the stallion. She’s never seen him before, but he smells strongly of the Valley - a scent she knows all too well. She tucks her wings closer into her sides, and gives him a look that is part scowl, part attempt at a polite smile. It makes for an odd combination. “Hello Fennick, I’m Lyris.”
Both of them immediately comment on the cold temperatures, and Lyris fights the urge to roll her eyes. How … pedestrian. “I can try to make it warmer for you guys, but the hormones are makin’ it tricky. Give me a sec …” She concentrates, playing with air currents, drawing in a few rare warm ones, and forcing away a breeze that’s been contributing to the chill. And the result is a marginal rise in temperature. “That’s the best I can do at the moment.” She tried.
Serafine settles right down to business then, asking if they’re from the same place (which Fennick quickly answers) and what they want. Fennick barges on right ahead, giving Serafine the spiel on the Valley. Lyris eyes him testily, but her ears perk when he mentions that the borders won’t allow anyone with ill intentions to cross. She spots the brand below his eye as he dips to show Serafine. This is new. What tricks has the Valley been up to lately?
Eventually he stops talking, and Lyris takes the opportunity to leap in. “As Fennick here has already mentioned, I’m from the Jungle, which as he implied, is a kingdom of mares. Well, mostly mares.” She shoots him a glance. “The Jungle is to the south, so it’s considerably warmer than both the field here, and the Valley.” Especially since the Valley is in the damn mountains. “And we aren’t quite so … fanatical … about our borders.” Granted, there’s not much need for them to be. It’s easy to get lost in the Jungle if you don’t know your way around. “We are a hardworking kingdom, and are made up of a close-knit group of mares that we call sisters. We welcome all sorts.” Not close-knit in the traditional sense - Lyris isn’t overly buddy buddy with any of them - but she’d be willing to fight to the death to protect them. It’s a very different, and wonderful kind of bond. At least in her opinion.
Lyris
I’ll burn this whole city down
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