[open] lost in the woods; any

[Lepis]

again you’re gone, off on a different path than mine i'm left behind wondering if i should follow What sort of chaos, Dracarys asks, and Lepis is reminded once more that chaos is not her specialty. Yet she manages - perhaps with the aid of fate - to bind herself to men who crave it. Three kings and two husbands later, there are some who might think that Lepis is too stubborn to learn her lesson, and perhaps they are right. There is a thrill to the unknown and the dangerous, a siren song that Lepis can hear but does not heed. Listening is for others, for those who seek chaos and chase their own fancy. The dun mare has always been content to watch and wait, and in the past at least: provide a safe place to return to when the edge of danger grows too sharp. There’s no need for that last though, she realizes, not in a land ruled by a dragon. “To expand Loess,” she replies, her own caution cast to the side despite the blue mare’s caution – she might be able to help. “Taiga won’t be the only land to come under Loess’ protection.” There is certainty in her voice when she says this, because she has put certainty there. “You don’t look as though you’d mind a little cold weather,” amusement flashes in her eyes when she says this, the blue-grey of her gaze flicking across the mare’s physical resemblance to ice. “Perhaps you could make your way to the Icicle Isle, and find out if it’s still just the oft-absent Jesper living there.” The place was deserted the last time she’d went, the smell of horses other than the fox-shifter grown stale. “If he is, perhaps you could bring him to Loess and show him our hospitality.” The dun mare does not explicitly tell Dracarys to steal Jesper, but there is more than a suggestion in her iron eyes. The certainty of earlier returns to her mind and expression, flooding away the doubt and discomfort at the idea of captivity. LEPIS i’m the one who sees you home-- but now i’m lost in the woods and i don’t know what path you are on

@[Dracarys]