LILLIBET

a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns

Her sleep schedule has been intermittent and chaotic as of late. She awakes abruptly in the early morning - bright eyed with no hopes of returning to slumber - when the sky is still dark and the twinkling stars are the only light to greet her. Even they are obscured by the autumn-colored canopy. She makes her own, though, and lights the red forest with her muted ambience as she explores its shadowy corners. Lillibet has learned there is nothing to fear in the depths of Sylva; only Manikin, who she still considers a friend. Perhaps she would feel differently if she knew the way the hippogryph had once altered her memory.

The snow is knee-deep and hides the gold striping on her legs except for the moments she bounds over top of the drifts. The rest of her, an ethereal ivory, gleams brightly as the sun slowly transforms the sky from deep blue to light purple. She rests beside a small creek to watch the sunrise through the clearing in the branches, oblivious to everything outside her own thoughts until the voice of a stranger shatters the early morning silence.

She whips her head around, the pupils in her amber eyes narrowing as her gaze works to find the source of the voice through the red sumacs. “Who's asking?” she calls back through the woods with a voice that's lilting and playful, though her muscles are taut and ready whether she needs to dart or defend herself.

Her father, especially, would not have allowed her to make it to the cusp of her third birthday without knowing how to defend herself. After all, Link had been the lucky one. All she'd inherited from her parents was the ability to glow.

LILLIBET

a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns

The stranger who comes through the crimson sumacs, thin and angular and dusted with gold, is no one Lillibet had happened upon yet in her wanderings. Though she and her family have not been in the golden forest for that long - a few months, perhaps - she's intrigued by the sudden realization that there are still strangers hidden in the depths of their home. The young stallion's inquiry is demanding and rushed, though this is neither offputting or offensive to the young woman who snorts at the idea of practiced diplomacy. Instead, his curiosity is met with a coy grin and a roll of her lithe ivory shoulders.

“Sylva's Princess,” she tells him plainly. She'd never spoken the title outloud save for in moments of jest with Link, but it feels fitting now to joke about the weight of it. She was not anything to be crafted into a leader - her parents knew full well that her desire to rule was next to nil, but there could be benefits to throwing her own lineage around, she was quite sure. “And do you have a name, Protector of the Creek?” She sidesteps at his request, as difficult as she may be she's never quite rude, and shivers against the chill of the Sylvan winter.

Her small hooves find their footing on the decline toward the creekbank as she settless comfortably beneath a particularly dense clusters of gold-leaved boughs, her ethereal glow bouncing white light all around her. “Lillibet,” she tells him finally, before flicking her amber eyes back in his direction with curiosity.

LILLIBET

a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns

Lillibet knows nothing of Sylva's history. She has paid it no mind, save for the few conversations she's had with Manny pertaining to what monsters could be hidden in the depths of the golden woods - and truth be told, she doesn't much care to learn about its happenings from before she'd called it her home. Had she had access to Herrin's thoughts, she'd have no inkling who Larrikin or the pastel magician were.

Loess, though - it had been smashed into her brain. Castile and Lepis and Tarian and Soran, all those who came before her, and those who tried with all their might to tear the foothills kingdom down, down, down. A history she could recite forwards and back, had she not thought the whole idea of diplomacy boring.

Herrin moves beyond her without response to her mostly self-given title and Lillibet takes the opportunity to study him closely as he drinks. Despite the easy, relaxed posture in his legs and shoulders, at least one ear remains pressed in her direction. The glowing girl wonders at its source - suspicion or intrigue?

His pupils are narrowed and cold when he turns around to face her again, thirst sated. He provides his name and customary etiquette would require her to remind him just how nice it is to meet him, but such things escape her. The tobiano doesn't quite seem to mind.

“That's why I'm here.” Her explanation is succinct, though likely not one that Herrin will find satisfactory. She starts to wonder if she has interrupted something, and finds that, per usual, she doesn't really care. “So, what makes this your creek?”

LILLIBET

a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns

Lillibet had not intended to land herself in the midst of a stand-off when she'd awoken to explore on this day, but the youthful tete-a-tete with Herrin has invigorated her. There is something about the feline-marked man that makes her want to challenge him, to twist her way beneath his skin while the playful smile remains on her lips. At least, she wants to until he turns pensively to survey the area he has made his own. She knows then that this hovel of his is important to him.

She's not heartless.

Nevertheless, the glowing girl laughs aloud when he calls her Princess. She hopes it sticks, that he'll continue to call her that, the edges of the word jagged with disdain. “Chill out,” she responds to his strong assertion with an animated roll of her amber eyes, “I don't want it, and I won't tell anyone about it, either.” Lillibet knows quite well the importance of keeping a secret; she and Link have a handful or more, and it's those that she cherishes more than almost anything else.

“Unless you'd like it to be known as Herrin's Creek. I could do that for you.”

But no matter his answer, her intent is not to leave the area just yet, and so she plays innocently ignorant. Herrin would have to tell her directly to leave - and even then, would she? “Have you always lived in Sylva?” she asks curiously as her amber eyes turn away from him, taking a moment to inspect the red sumacs around them.