04-23-2020, 04:40 PM
L E P I S
i turned all the mirrors around
Her breath catches, but she is too flustered to realize that the surprise arrival of Castile behind her defies reason. There’s no reason why he should be waiting for her here – or here in Loess at all – but she is so accustomed to his presence that she pushes away the wriggle of suspicion without a second thought.
She knows that silhouette, even in the poor light of dusk. She knows that voice, those silver and orange eyes.
“At least you listen to”…one of us. Her voice trails off as he interrupts. Lepis places a great deal of trust in the opalescent mare. If she’d managed to get him to speak with Lepis, perhaps she’s also been able to make Castile see the error of his ways. Lepis hadn’t expected an apology; she values her pride highly and assumes the same of others. She won’t shame him like that. They’ll just pretend it never happened, he’ll stay in Loess, everything will go on as usual.
When he cuts her off, Lepis reconsiders all of it.
The smirk when he speaks of breaking promises. Hadn’t she just seen that expression? Her temper is not usually so quick to flare with her family, but she does not usually have to deal with an arrogant dragon convinced he’s in the right. She’d wondered if he was going to rub his successful steal in her face. She hopes not, and grits her teeth at the self-assurance in his voice. She will not lose her temper. She’s just hungry and irritable. The dun mare lets out a long, slow exhale, and meets Castile’s gaze.
“And what is that?” Lepis asks. It is not worth the effort to mask her irritation, to replace it with something calmer and cooler-headed. Such projection is becoming less worth the effort in general, Lepis has been finding of late. Mostly in a more positive sense, of course: she does not have to emulate contentment or happiness, and she can sleep without manifesting exhaustion. This is certainly a less positive side effect of her loosening grip, but at least Castile is one of the few horses she is certain she might let her temper flare at without fearing being burnt too badly in return.
She knows that silhouette, even in the poor light of dusk. She knows that voice, those silver and orange eyes.
“At least you listen to”…one of us. Her voice trails off as he interrupts. Lepis places a great deal of trust in the opalescent mare. If she’d managed to get him to speak with Lepis, perhaps she’s also been able to make Castile see the error of his ways. Lepis hadn’t expected an apology; she values her pride highly and assumes the same of others. She won’t shame him like that. They’ll just pretend it never happened, he’ll stay in Loess, everything will go on as usual.
When he cuts her off, Lepis reconsiders all of it.
The smirk when he speaks of breaking promises. Hadn’t she just seen that expression? Her temper is not usually so quick to flare with her family, but she does not usually have to deal with an arrogant dragon convinced he’s in the right. She’d wondered if he was going to rub his successful steal in her face. She hopes not, and grits her teeth at the self-assurance in his voice. She will not lose her temper. She’s just hungry and irritable. The dun mare lets out a long, slow exhale, and meets Castile’s gaze.
“And what is that?” Lepis asks. It is not worth the effort to mask her irritation, to replace it with something calmer and cooler-headed. Such projection is becoming less worth the effort in general, Lepis has been finding of late. Mostly in a more positive sense, of course: she does not have to emulate contentment or happiness, and she can sleep without manifesting exhaustion. This is certainly a less positive side effect of her loosening grip, but at least Castile is one of the few horses she is certain she might let her temper flare at without fearing being burnt too badly in return.
@[Wolfbane]
