08-28-2019, 10:24 PM
Each exhaled breath is a cloud that streams to either side of her body as she walks, further blurring the edges of her vision. Fog already blankets the forest, though it grows progressively thinner as she travels farther and farther north. The cold that has prevented the northern creep of her forest’s fog has instead turned the moisture in the air to hoarfrost. What little vegetation remains (mostly the evergreens - pine and spruce and juniper) sparkles in the weak afternoon sunlight. The air here is more still than she expected; her hilly homeland always has a breeze of some sort, and she’d thought the same would be true of the terrain of Nerine. If she were down on the beach rather than at the heart of the kingdom, she would understand where the gales are trapped, beating against the unforgiving granite.
Lepis had considered flying, but she does not know her northern border well and has taken the chance to reacquaint herself with them. Despite the tension in their last meeting, Lepis has given the security of the north no further thought; Nerine might not be her very favorite, but they do not strike the golden tobiano mare as one to spill unnecessary blood. If there were to be losses as a consequence of what Lepis has planned, at least she trusted that none of them would be a loss of life. She is secure enough to come alone, having told her still drowsy nestmate that she was just going on walk. That was true of course (she has never lied to her husband), but the destination of her walk today is far different than her usual treks through the redwoods.
Shuffling her golden wings, the dun mare now pauses beside a path worn by many hooves. It is the first of its kind she’s come across on her journey north – a patrol route around the border of Nerine, she suspects. She stops beside it after a brief walk east and then west along it, satisfied that it will work as a demarcation of their border and a suitable place to wait. Raising her dun mouth, a clear call issues from her lips. She readjusts her weight, resting one golden hip against a broad tree trunk as a small gust of wind appears for just a moment to nip at the long strands of her navy mane. Lepis shakes them back into place as she settles in to wait.
@[Heartfire]
Lepis had considered flying, but she does not know her northern border well and has taken the chance to reacquaint herself with them. Despite the tension in their last meeting, Lepis has given the security of the north no further thought; Nerine might not be her very favorite, but they do not strike the golden tobiano mare as one to spill unnecessary blood. If there were to be losses as a consequence of what Lepis has planned, at least she trusted that none of them would be a loss of life. She is secure enough to come alone, having told her still drowsy nestmate that she was just going on walk. That was true of course (she has never lied to her husband), but the destination of her walk today is far different than her usual treks through the redwoods.
Shuffling her golden wings, the dun mare now pauses beside a path worn by many hooves. It is the first of its kind she’s come across on her journey north – a patrol route around the border of Nerine, she suspects. She stops beside it after a brief walk east and then west along it, satisfied that it will work as a demarcation of their border and a suitable place to wait. Raising her dun mouth, a clear call issues from her lips. She readjusts her weight, resting one golden hip against a broad tree trunk as a small gust of wind appears for just a moment to nip at the long strands of her navy mane. Lepis shakes them back into place as she settles in to wait.
@[Heartfire]
