Lepis had watched him for a while, the slowly shrinking figure against the northern sky.
Then she’d spread her own wings, plummeting down the stone spire atop which they’d nested for the better part of a half-decade. The sky grows dark around her as she travels, but there is enough to see by even when she lands in the redwood forest. The long shadows and thick fog are unfamiliar and rather eerie, and they set the navy hairs along the mare’s spine on end. Despite this, the set of her barred shoulders is firm, and there is no fear in the way she strides forward.
Lepis had seen him slipping through the trees from overhead, and she knows him even with green striping his hide rather than the blue. There is no attempt to hide her approach; though Lepis is small she is pale enough to stand out against the sepia woods. Her blue-grey eyes flick across the extra pair of wings on her husband’s sides, but Lepis says nothing. There will be time later, but for now she is content to follow a half-pace behind him, trusting his senses to guide them both.
This journey has been a long time coming, though the recent flipping of a stone might have suggested otherwise. The destination is less important than what waits at the end of the travels anyway. Lepis is not as sure of what waits here as she was with what they might have faced in Nerine, but she does not worry for a moment that it is insurmountable. Not for her, not for them together. She reaches out, brushing her navy muzzle against a dark stripe of Wolfbane’s coat for a moment and offering him a soft smile.
Then she’d spread her own wings, plummeting down the stone spire atop which they’d nested for the better part of a half-decade. The sky grows dark around her as she travels, but there is enough to see by even when she lands in the redwood forest. The long shadows and thick fog are unfamiliar and rather eerie, and they set the navy hairs along the mare’s spine on end. Despite this, the set of her barred shoulders is firm, and there is no fear in the way she strides forward.
Lepis had seen him slipping through the trees from overhead, and she knows him even with green striping his hide rather than the blue. There is no attempt to hide her approach; though Lepis is small she is pale enough to stand out against the sepia woods. Her blue-grey eyes flick across the extra pair of wings on her husband’s sides, but Lepis says nothing. There will be time later, but for now she is content to follow a half-pace behind him, trusting his senses to guide them both.
This journey has been a long time coming, though the recent flipping of a stone might have suggested otherwise. The destination is less important than what waits at the end of the travels anyway. Lepis is not as sure of what waits here as she was with what they might have faced in Nerine, but she does not worry for a moment that it is insurmountable. Not for her, not for them together. She reaches out, brushing her navy muzzle against a dark stripe of Wolfbane’s coat for a moment and offering him a soft smile.
