10-02-2019, 04:10 PM
She steps in quietly, a small mare with a friendly smile. The mention of Hyaline by the pinto stallion is met with a quirked brow and a curious eye, though her attention soon shifts to the roan who had asked about it. Searching for something specific in a home, he has said, and so Lepis asks:
"What is it you're looking for, Cygnus?"
Catching his name earlier had not been difficult - the other man was an unknown. He does smell of Hyaline, while the curious roan smells of no place in particular. That is not unexpected, not for a stranger in the Field. That he thinks of Kensa as a girl gives her cause to smile, and then to pause. IF Kensa is a girl, how ancient must she be herself?
"My name is Lepis," she adds with another smile, though she does not apologize for not offering it earlier. "Comtesse of Taiga."
"What is it you're looking for, Cygnus?"
Catching his name earlier had not been difficult - the other man was an unknown. He does smell of Hyaline, while the curious roan smells of no place in particular. That is not unexpected, not for a stranger in the Field. That he thinks of Kensa as a girl gives her cause to smile, and then to pause. IF Kensa is a girl, how ancient must she be herself?
"My name is Lepis," she adds with another smile, though she does not apologize for not offering it earlier. "Comtesse of Taiga."
