07-17-2019, 06:28 AM
The dun mare's excitement at seeing Lethy at their very small assembly had been genuine, and she is equally pleased to find the other golden mare alone. It occurs to her for a moment that they are all of them golden, the septet of Taigans who do not creep in the shadows. Aten, Wolfbane, Pteron, Eyas, Marni, Izora Lethia and even Lepis. A flicker of amusement crosses the pegasus' blue lips as she greets the familiar mare.
"Hello Lethy," she says, using the name that the buckskin mare had given her that day in Loess rather than the more formal. It is not often that Lepis chooses to be informal, but this is an exception. She is home, here in her land. There is plenty to eat, it is not terribly cold, and Taiga is too low in population for her to be at all particular.
Much has transpired in the time since the two mares last spoke. Some of it was joyful, while other parts far less so. For much the same reason that she suspects Lethy does not ask, Lepis remains quiet on the burning questions regarding what has changed in the life of the other since their last meeting.
"I see you're expecting," she says instead, gesturing with a muzzle to where a growing foal swells Izora Lethia's side. Is it Aten's, Lepis wonders? "I am as well," is spoken as she lifts her near wing, the gold and blue feathers raising to reveal that the navy-pointed Comtesse will also be delivered of a child come spring. "What is springtime like here in Taiga," she asks Lethy as she resettles her wing. "Have you been here for one yet?"
@[Izora Lethia]
"Hello Lethy," she says, using the name that the buckskin mare had given her that day in Loess rather than the more formal. It is not often that Lepis chooses to be informal, but this is an exception. She is home, here in her land. There is plenty to eat, it is not terribly cold, and Taiga is too low in population for her to be at all particular.
Much has transpired in the time since the two mares last spoke. Some of it was joyful, while other parts far less so. For much the same reason that she suspects Lethy does not ask, Lepis remains quiet on the burning questions regarding what has changed in the life of the other since their last meeting.
"I see you're expecting," she says instead, gesturing with a muzzle to where a growing foal swells Izora Lethia's side. Is it Aten's, Lepis wonders? "I am as well," is spoken as she lifts her near wing, the gold and blue feathers raising to reveal that the navy-pointed Comtesse will also be delivered of a child come spring. "What is springtime like here in Taiga," she asks Lethy as she resettles her wing. "Have you been here for one yet?"
@[Izora Lethia]
