09-03-2018, 02:37 PM
Solace is not a tall mare (her father's mustang heritage ensured that) but she had been gifted a fine, high set neck and delicate features from her mother's morgan blood. She was not an intimidating presence, to be sure, but she was rarely intimidated.
Hyaline's Caretaker had been primed to expect the worst of Loess's Cleric, but her face doesn't show it as she approaches Ilma's acquisition on foot. A northern wind creates waves in the long, fine hairs of her winter pelt as she walks, probably bringing her scent to Lepis. But Hyaline's Caretaker doesn't mind. Unlike her nosy children, she was not on a mission of secrecy.
This scowling mare had made an impression on Solace's little brood. The stranger's unconventional arrival and behavior had delighted the children to no end, providing fodder for animated reenactments and passionate opinions whenever there was a dull moment to be filled. They were begging to meet the pegasus, but to Solace's knowledge, they had followed directions and left the mare alone with her thoughts.
Something Solace too would have done had she not had a question or two for their ruffled captive.
"Lepis, I presume," Solace doesn't bother softening the encounter with a smile as she approaches - she doubts such a gesture would do much to put the other at ease - and her tone is strictly neutral. "I'm Solace," she adds.
Despite having ruled Hyaline for four years, the gold splashed mare didn't assume she is known at a glance. She halts within speaking range, but well outside of what could be considered personal space, wondering if Lepis will allow herself to discover that Hyaline's intentions are not that far from her own were when Lepis made the original steal.
"I take it you want to go home?" she asks, simply to take the pulse of the situation. "Because I'm inclined to let you."
Hyaline's Caretaker had been primed to expect the worst of Loess's Cleric, but her face doesn't show it as she approaches Ilma's acquisition on foot. A northern wind creates waves in the long, fine hairs of her winter pelt as she walks, probably bringing her scent to Lepis. But Hyaline's Caretaker doesn't mind. Unlike her nosy children, she was not on a mission of secrecy.
This scowling mare had made an impression on Solace's little brood. The stranger's unconventional arrival and behavior had delighted the children to no end, providing fodder for animated reenactments and passionate opinions whenever there was a dull moment to be filled. They were begging to meet the pegasus, but to Solace's knowledge, they had followed directions and left the mare alone with her thoughts.
Something Solace too would have done had she not had a question or two for their ruffled captive.
"Lepis, I presume," Solace doesn't bother softening the encounter with a smile as she approaches - she doubts such a gesture would do much to put the other at ease - and her tone is strictly neutral. "I'm Solace," she adds.
Despite having ruled Hyaline for four years, the gold splashed mare didn't assume she is known at a glance. She halts within speaking range, but well outside of what could be considered personal space, wondering if Lepis will allow herself to discover that Hyaline's intentions are not that far from her own were when Lepis made the original steal.
"I take it you want to go home?" she asks, simply to take the pulse of the situation. "Because I'm inclined to let you."