04-09-2019, 05:54 PM
The sounds of her name startles the wild-haired mare, and Lepis raises her blue-grey eyes to find the source. When she does, the edges of her lips pull up in a smile that matches Heda’s in both their navy color and shape. As her mother greets Wolfbane, Lepis takes the moment to give Marni an encouraging nudge on the side of her neck. ‘Say hello to your grandmother,’ she says without words, and it seems that her daughter understands when she follows Lepis’ unspoken direction.
The three women bear a striking familial resemblance, but it is a portrait that Wolfbane matches well, though he is flashing gold and iridescent blue against their more muted shades. It brings Pteron to mind, and Lepis is accutely aware of his absense as Wolfbane tells her mother that they’ve been better. The edge of the perlino mare’s expression hardens at the reminder, though that shifts quickly to confusion when her husband speaks her uncle’s name.
“Castile? Back in Loess?” Lepis has not seen her uncle since their brief meeting in the Forest. He’d not seemed interested in returning to Loess, though she cannot truly blame him. The hilly kingdom hadn’t ever been his home. It was simply a place that her father had tied him to with cords of friendship and an anchor of responsibility. Yet in their absence he has not only made Loess home but himself the king.
It is not a title so different than Regent, Lepis thinks to herself, but it feels uncomfortably strange to have the world so thoroughly shifted on its head. Where does she belong in Castile’s Loess? Where does her family? Aware that she is still frowning but not inclined to hide her emotions from her family, Lepis glances back at her mother. Her brow is raised curiously, for she wonders what her mother might know of the change in power.
The three women bear a striking familial resemblance, but it is a portrait that Wolfbane matches well, though he is flashing gold and iridescent blue against their more muted shades. It brings Pteron to mind, and Lepis is accutely aware of his absense as Wolfbane tells her mother that they’ve been better. The edge of the perlino mare’s expression hardens at the reminder, though that shifts quickly to confusion when her husband speaks her uncle’s name.
“Castile? Back in Loess?” Lepis has not seen her uncle since their brief meeting in the Forest. He’d not seemed interested in returning to Loess, though she cannot truly blame him. The hilly kingdom hadn’t ever been his home. It was simply a place that her father had tied him to with cords of friendship and an anchor of responsibility. Yet in their absence he has not only made Loess home but himself the king.
It is not a title so different than Regent, Lepis thinks to herself, but it feels uncomfortably strange to have the world so thoroughly shifted on its head. Where does she belong in Castile’s Loess? Where does her family? Aware that she is still frowning but not inclined to hide her emotions from her family, Lepis glances back at her mother. Her brow is raised curiously, for she wonders what her mother might know of the change in power.
