the dead are gone
She can’t help but wonder what Lyris would think of the two of them, fighting and nearly taking out the southern half of the jungle. Well, she doesn’t really have to wonder. Their mother had been a predictable sort. Lyris would have likely just rolled her eyes and blown the both of them over on their asses. Their mother had never really had patience for, as she would’ve called it, ‘silliness.’
She probably should head back to the jungle to make up with Larken, but a small vengeful piece of her keeps her feet planted in the snow. She’ll go back … eventually. It won’t hurt Larken to stew a little bit.
Sighing, she pulls a little carbon from the earth and sends it skittering across the icy lake, eyes widening at the odd sound that it makes. She hadn’t expected that. She’s about to pull out another piece of carbon from the ground when the sound of hooves crunching over the snow catches her attention. Lexa’s ears prick and her head swings about to see who’s approaching.
She very suddenly feels like she’s been punched in the gut.
She’s frozen for a moment, staring at the mare, trying desperately to find her tongue again. Her eyes dart, trying to find something to anchor herself, but they can’t help but follow the flowing violet tresses that tumble gently across the mare’s pale blue coat. This mare is unlike anyone she’s ever seen.
Suddenly, inexplicably, her tongue begins working again. “Umm …” Oh fuck, how eloquent. She’s getting off to a wonderful start. “A bit. Still better than facing my sister’s temper though!” Damn Larken could start a snowstorm if she wanted, not that she’d be able to control it. “Nice to meet you Ryss, I’m Lexa.” Her eyes meet the mare’s own, and she suddenly feels lost. What on earth is this? She feels like she’s gone mad.
and the living are hungry.
lexa.