[private] i feel a bad moon rising | ruinam

[Lepis]

lepis, comtesse of taiga RUN AND TELL ALL OF THE ANGELS; THIS COULD TAKE ALL NIGHT i think i need a devil to help me get things right Though he is too far away to hear the world, the dun pegasus recognizes the shape of her name on someone else’s lips. Even on those of a stranger, for she is sure that she does not know the snow stallion that moves toward her. That he knows her is obvious – but then how many stocky dun pegasi are there in Beqanna, let alone with her coloring and signature scars> Few, she supposes, and none of them as likely to show up right after a diplomatic trip gone sideways. It hadn’t sunk entirely, Lepis thinks to herself, but it had certainly drifted far off course and landed in a harbor she’d never have chosen herself. That is the danger of letting others captain the ship, her trail of thought continues, lost in metaphors for the sea that frames the approaching stallion. “I’ve heard the last encounter between our lands did not end well.” She begins, glancing at the white stallion in an effort to learn his reaction to that characterization of the interaction. The leader of the Island Resort does not have a voice to match his expression, and Lepis wonders which reflects his true emotion. “I came to see if I might improve upon that with an offer only of friendship, with no expectations from you our yours.” That their ties to Loess were a sticking point had been mentioned by both diplomats, and Lepis wonders if perhaps that is what keeps Ruinam’s voice from syncing up with his expression. There is more she could say, reassurances that she could offer, and yet the dun mare suspects that silence might be better. Silence in which to listen, to wait with curious blue-grey eyes for the taller stallion to answer. @[Ruinam]