10-20-2019, 03:12 PM
Wolfbane slips back into parenting as swiftly as he slipped out of it, spinning a tale for their youngest son in a tone that is as familiar as her own. He’s always been better at telling stories; Lepis too often focuses on the lessons learned rather than the adventure. This is a novel tale for both Elio and herself though, and Lepis’ navy ears flick forward as he speaks.
Eyas has been on the Icicle Isle? Jesper had said nothing to her about it on her journey north. A deliberate withholding, she wonders, or perhaps simple ignorance. She does hope for the latter, though perhaps it would be simpler if he were hiding something. Wolfbane had lost Eyas’ trail, he says, but the certainty with which he tell Elio that she is returning soon is reassuring, as is the warm sensation of delight that the colt projects.
”Your father is awesome,” the dun mare agrees, returning Elio’s hesitant smile with a steady one when he looks back at her. After though, when the delight he sends has faded, her cool grey eyes flick back to Wolfbane’s for a moment, and the smile slips away. Elio’s father is awesome, she thinks, but she is suddenly not certain the same can be said for the stallion in front of her.
”Why don’t we go find Celina?” Lepis suggests after a moment of silence she’d spent tugging a twig from Elio’s golden mane. She turns to where Elio had emerged from the woods, but glances back at Wolfbane for just a moment. She sends him a moment of feeling inquisitive and then content, asking without words as she always has if he is willing to accept her projections. He had been less and less so before he’d left, Lepis recalls a moment to late, but she cannot take back what she’s done, and instead waits for a response even as she says to Elio.
”Were you playing hide-and-seek? Maybe you can show your Dad and I a good place to hide, and we can surprise your sister when we find her.”
@[elio]
@[Wolfbane]
Eyas has been on the Icicle Isle? Jesper had said nothing to her about it on her journey north. A deliberate withholding, she wonders, or perhaps simple ignorance. She does hope for the latter, though perhaps it would be simpler if he were hiding something. Wolfbane had lost Eyas’ trail, he says, but the certainty with which he tell Elio that she is returning soon is reassuring, as is the warm sensation of delight that the colt projects.
”Your father is awesome,” the dun mare agrees, returning Elio’s hesitant smile with a steady one when he looks back at her. After though, when the delight he sends has faded, her cool grey eyes flick back to Wolfbane’s for a moment, and the smile slips away. Elio’s father is awesome, she thinks, but she is suddenly not certain the same can be said for the stallion in front of her.
”Why don’t we go find Celina?” Lepis suggests after a moment of silence she’d spent tugging a twig from Elio’s golden mane. She turns to where Elio had emerged from the woods, but glances back at Wolfbane for just a moment. She sends him a moment of feeling inquisitive and then content, asking without words as she always has if he is willing to accept her projections. He had been less and less so before he’d left, Lepis recalls a moment to late, but she cannot take back what she’s done, and instead waits for a response even as she says to Elio.
”Were you playing hide-and-seek? Maybe you can show your Dad and I a good place to hide, and we can surprise your sister when we find her.”
@[elio]
@[Wolfbane]
