that's all there is; Wolfbane/Lepis

[Wolfbane]

Waiting for Lepis to come home had been a good day. A great memory spent in the grasslands of Noah’s home, the Pampas. A place where she’d harbored them all in times of distress, a place where Pteron had been born, and a place that seemed sadly haunted when Wolfbane came back to Loess. Since that day in the Spring past, he’s not gone back to those beautiful fields because he simply doesn’t want to be reminded of the fact that the little strawberry mare might not be there.

So much had changed in his brief absence, and stubbornly the ex-King wants that final piece of his past to stay unchanged regardless of whether or not Noah had been replaced. He doesn’t want to know if she’s gone, because then it would mean one more thing he had to let go of.

He’s not very good at letting go.

Instead he coasts low to the ground today, enjoying a rare flight with his wife while they can snag one now that the triplets are growing and their future is changing. It seems an imperative thing to do since they’re gifted the ability to range far and wide, especially now that the news of an eastern threat looms in every mind that calls Loess home. His drab olive eyes swing in time to the shift of his head, but otherwise Wolfbane isn’t in a hurry and he’s not particularly on edge.

That is, until he careens over the carpet of unusual flowers crossing from the Pampas and into the Kingdom.

Banking hard, the masked pegasus turns direction and follows the trail left for him by the scarlet pony, dropping lower in disbelief before his wings flare wide and he tugs his forelegs to his belly, rocketing ahead. “Noah!” He calls out to her, coming in hard from behind but cutting up to shoot overtop her. He banks again and circles back to plummet down, aiming for a land that’s more like a leap which leaves him cantering to greet her.

“Noah, I-” He pants, grinning wide enough to show the whites of his teeth in an otherwise blue face. Fluttering, he jerks to a rough stop and slides sideways a bit, stirring up the cold ground and turning a thin layer of hard-packed snow to brown muck, “Gods, it is really a comfort to see you.” Bane huffs into the air, his breath turning itself to plumes of white smoke.

For a second or two he just looks at her; there’s a vigorous, healthy glow that surrounds the usually quiet female, not much to give away that she’s matured a bit though she’s obviously as delicate and captivating as he remembers her to be. He could hug her, if he thought that was something she might like, but instead he pulls his eyes away and glaces up for a sign of Lepis. “She’s here with me - Lepis.” He says a bit more calmly, looking back at Noah, “Why have you come? Are you here for Castile? Can I force you to humor me instead?”

Refugee of Loess : Member of the Southlands

Wolfbane

@[Noah]