11-13-2019, 03:00 AM
Ilma
One night I will be the moon
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
hanging over you
One night I will be a star
follow where you are
Lepis has become good at pretending - so good, that it is hard for anyone to distinguish what is true and what isn’t. But the white mare knows to look at her eyes - truly the navy and dun mare had a little trouble remembering Ilma’s name, and she doesn’t seem to mind any differences they may have had in the past.
Her question is casual, nearly distant, the way diplomats have mastered it but not quite - a little bit too ingrained is how it sounds, but this is very likely only so because it is Ilma who stands before her.
You is the answer that she once gave Castile; but that conversation somehow had steered in the wrong direction. He’d taken it as an accusation, where she merely stated the truth as to that she was visiting him. Lepis might understand as a diplomat rather than a warrior, but the sunlight-winged mare won’t take the risk with such a direct answer; she knows Lepis far less than she knows the dragon-horse. ”I’m making a round through Beqanna,” she starts, because that answer is also true. ”Forging friendships, I hope. I wouldn’t want to miss out on you.”
She knows it sounds a little weird. Heck, she couldn’t quite tell why she wanted to do it. To prove that lands could peacefully unite and fall apart? She wasn’t nearly there at all. She might never even make it, but sitting still and watching the world pass by wasn’t an option either. She needed to participate.
She also thinks Lepis isn’t as calm as she seems to be; having a good idea about what was going on in the near future, she must be in turmoil.
But some things are better left unsaid in a first meeting.
Her question is casual, nearly distant, the way diplomats have mastered it but not quite - a little bit too ingrained is how it sounds, but this is very likely only so because it is Ilma who stands before her.
You is the answer that she once gave Castile; but that conversation somehow had steered in the wrong direction. He’d taken it as an accusation, where she merely stated the truth as to that she was visiting him. Lepis might understand as a diplomat rather than a warrior, but the sunlight-winged mare won’t take the risk with such a direct answer; she knows Lepis far less than she knows the dragon-horse. ”I’m making a round through Beqanna,” she starts, because that answer is also true. ”Forging friendships, I hope. I wouldn’t want to miss out on you.”
She knows it sounds a little weird. Heck, she couldn’t quite tell why she wanted to do it. To prove that lands could peacefully unite and fall apart? She wasn’t nearly there at all. She might never even make it, but sitting still and watching the world pass by wasn’t an option either. She needed to participate.
She also thinks Lepis isn’t as calm as she seems to be; having a good idea about what was going on in the near future, she must be in turmoil.
But some things are better left unsaid in a first meeting.
Hurry, the sun is waking
Darling, don't leave me waiting
Darling, don't leave me waiting
@[Lepis]
Any fool knows men and women think differently at times, but the biggest difference is this: men forget, but never forgive; women forgive, but never forget.
Robert Jordan, Wheel of Time