i feel trouble on the rise | oceane

[Lepis]

again you’re gone, off on a different path than mine i'm left behind wondering if i should follow Lepis’ heart is pounding, the scrape along her elbow stings nearly as badly as the bruise forming on her hip, and she’s not unsure the littlest bone at the edge of her right wing isn’t broken. The dust around them is settling, and her blue-grey eyes find the opalescent mare only after reassuring herself that the horned would-be thief has disappeared Most of the encounter is still a blur, but she recalls being woken abruptly and herded by moonlight toward east. Too surprised to react, and then too bewildered by the stallion’s ability to predict her every move, Lepis hadn’t even put up a fight. Not until Oceane arrived, her wings bright and enormous in the dark night, had Lepis come back to herself. The two of them had been enough to overwhelm the stranger and send him scampering back to Pangea. Still struggling to catch her breath, the dun mare shakes her head. But she doesn’t wake – this is not a dream. First they’d come for the child, and Lepis had let herself think that was the end of it. Surely an envoy would come any day, ready to parlay for the exchange of the king’s son. That is how things are done, and yet it had not been how it happened. Instead, they’ve come again in the dark of night and left Lepis gasping for breath and startled beneath the moonlight. “Are you okay?” She asks, unable to see much in darkness. Lepis stretches out her right wing and decides it’s probably just fractured rather than broken. It is far from the worst pain she has felt, and yet the shock of it is sharper than she had expected. “I didn’t see much of him but horns,” Her breath is a hiss as she shakes out the leg of her bruised hip. “Thank you. I’m not much of a fighter; you saved me.” 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

@[Oceane]