lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
He doesn’t notice her confusion at first - he’s so wrapped up in his own speech. That’s typical for him though; Lupei is as narcissistic as they come. Of course he doesn’t see when her gaze begins to narrow and a frown tugs at the edge of her lips. He can’t tell that she hasn’t remembered a thing at all about her shift, about being a wolf. He keeps talking and finally the girl answers, a name that has him digging as deep as he can into his subconscious. He can’t recall a Zwander, but the more he looks over her green coat the less likely it seems that any other horse around here would pass on such a specific coat gene. Inwardly, Lupei feels like he’s been hit in the gut. First Lestrade, now this filly. Zojja was right - he’d been a bit too busy for his own good.
When she asks him what he’s babbling on about, it sort of clicks in a section of his brain. Her face, her timid nature, the way she was tensed to run at any moment, like a faun. Lupei shakes his head slowly, eyes closing before he sighs and looks at her again. “You don’t remember, do you?” He asks, head lowering to meet her frightened stare. “You don’t remember changing into a wolf?” Lupei prods, ears falling forward to hear her reply. Normally, he’d be gone, casting her off as a loony like the greying stallion he’d met so long ago, but he can’t exactly abandon any life that he’s helped create. Astri had made sure to imprint upon him that family - no matter how unknown - always came first.
He’s not sure where to go from here - had her memory been wiped? Was her shifting a curse? He’d always remembered who he was in either form, so had Zojja. Clearly something in this young girl was missing. “Do you remember anything of your past? Do you even know your name?” He asks her, thoughts turning to who could help her if she really had no control over her gift. He’d never really been confronted with a problem of this magnitude before - but he wasn’t so easily willing to give up on her.
ooc: bleh, I'm sorry it's crappy