All things want to open. [any]

[lilliana]

Neverwhere asks the question and a smile forms at the tip of Lilli’s lips, turning upwards. It’s a silly thought, a childish wish. But ever since she has been small, the crimson girl has always envied the fliers. She has imagined and thrilled at the spreading of wings, at the grace of soaring, at the freedom a pair of wings provides. And when she had been so small, the little girl had wondered if a pair of wings might have taken her out of Murmuring Rivers, if she might see more of the world than the few rivers that wound their way through the the flat lands.

Wings might have their faults and flaws, but to a little dreamer, they had been a thing of wonder and awe.

”Wings,” she repeats and she grins now, watching Neverwhere’s reaction. ”When I learned that horses could fly, it seemed such a shame to be stuck down here when there is a world that beckons up there.” She tilts her chin up, looking again to the rolling white clouds and the looming blue sky above. ”A pair of wings might make your travels a little easier,” Lilli muses know, thinking of an airbound Neverwhere, the silver mare at home in the heavens above. She looks back the dappled female and thinks that Neverwhere might have other thoughts about that.

”Thank you,” she says, her voice warm and enthusiastic with the daydream. The pair stand in silence as Lilli watches her bird fly away, watches it soar until its form blends and disappears against the outlines of the bare branches above. How ironic, Lilli thinks, that she once had wanted to fly away too. She hasn’t flown but she has come a long ways since the days that she has stood along the banks of Murmuring Rivers and wondered about all the places that her winged friends had flown. And she wonders know if any of those birds might be here now, if they have made the same journey she has.

Silly, silly thoughts that Lilli can never seem to quite get rid of.

The bird vanishes and leaves them, leaves Lilli wondering about where it was headed now. How vast this place seemed and she wonders if she will ever learn the layout of Beqanna and the various realms that claim to be a part of it. Neverwhere laughs and even if it is not the most lyrical of laughs, Lilli smiles to herself and finds music at the heart of it. Had the conversation been just beginning, she would have apologized again to Neverwhere. But something tells her that the mare wouldn’t have accepted it and she just has to tell herself to choose her words more wisely next time. The world might be hazy and full of shadows for Neverwhere but something tells Lilli that the silver mare is more than capable of seeing things more clearly than most.

”Perhaps not,” she says back, ”but there are other senses aren’t there? Smell? Hear? Touch?  Sight isn’t the only way to see.” She muses this back, Lilli lost again in the realm of dreams. And then the mare calls her back again, Lilli settling her blue eyes on Neverwhere as she comes closer. ”I don’t know,” she teases. ”If we’re not starting a war or creating a plague, what else is there left to do?”

@[neverwhere] my turn to drink and ramble XD