07-27-2019, 09:47 AM
“Yes, Pteron is here. This time of morning though, he’s probably somewhere over northern Loess.” The pegasus stallion makes an aerial sweep of four lands each day; not a task that his mother envies. She is also not certain it is necessary – surely the other lands know to keep clear of the dragon alliance by this time – but she is long past telling him what to do. At least as his mother. She does not have the same hesitation over her action as Comtesse, and Pteron has always been more than willing to follow official orders.
“Eyas is here too, but Tiercel has decided to strike out on his own.” Lepis had wondered if Marni was planning on doing the same, and asks as much. “And what about you? Will you be staying with your father and I?” There are other options of course, but Lepis is sure that Marni knows these. She has taught her children well, after all. One need not live in a land to swear allegiance to it; there are plenty of opportunities for diplomatic residencies. She’d rather her eldest daughter remain loyal to the family and serve their purposes, but she has no intention of pressuring her to do so.
Her own freedom is not the only kind Lepis values, after all.
“You’ve a new sister,” Adds the navy-haired mare, knowing that Marni will likely be excited by this prospect. “Her name is Celina.”
It occurs to Lepis, as she is tucked into Marni’s hug, that Marni will soon be old enough to have a child of her own. This is a startling revelation (though not so much as when she’d realized it of Pteron), and the dun mare pulls back to look at her tobiano daughter. She still imagines Marni as the little girl she had once been, and it is hard to reconcile the wide-eyed little filly with the nearly grown woman in front of her. The reminder of where Lepis herself had been when she was Marnis’ age is a sobering one, and the dun pegasus’ smile turns sad for just a moment.
“You’re growing up so quickly,” she says with a soft press of her nose to her daughter’s cheek.
@[Marni]
“Eyas is here too, but Tiercel has decided to strike out on his own.” Lepis had wondered if Marni was planning on doing the same, and asks as much. “And what about you? Will you be staying with your father and I?” There are other options of course, but Lepis is sure that Marni knows these. She has taught her children well, after all. One need not live in a land to swear allegiance to it; there are plenty of opportunities for diplomatic residencies. She’d rather her eldest daughter remain loyal to the family and serve their purposes, but she has no intention of pressuring her to do so.
Her own freedom is not the only kind Lepis values, after all.
“You’ve a new sister,” Adds the navy-haired mare, knowing that Marni will likely be excited by this prospect. “Her name is Celina.”
It occurs to Lepis, as she is tucked into Marni’s hug, that Marni will soon be old enough to have a child of her own. This is a startling revelation (though not so much as when she’d realized it of Pteron), and the dun mare pulls back to look at her tobiano daughter. She still imagines Marni as the little girl she had once been, and it is hard to reconcile the wide-eyed little filly with the nearly grown woman in front of her. The reminder of where Lepis herself had been when she was Marnis’ age is a sobering one, and the dun pegasus’ smile turns sad for just a moment.
“You’re growing up so quickly,” she says with a soft press of her nose to her daughter’s cheek.
@[Marni]
