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I do not want to move mountains - Lillibet - 01-20-2022 Lillibet It’s the middle of the night when Lillibet awakens in the Meadow, her glowing skin glistening under a blanket of cool springtime dew. She unfurls her slender frame from beneath the sweeping oak she’d used as her headboard and stretches out her limbs in the dark shadows beneath its boughs, a frown tugging the outsides of her mouth downwards at the memory of her dream. Outside of the arbor umbrella, a full moon casts its silvered fingers across the silent Meadow and shines against the dewy, breeze-swept grasses. A yawn escapes the former Princess as she thinks on the dreamworld she’d just escaped ─ one where she’d possessed the same magic her father and brother had, but she had utilized it in a way she’d never seen either of them do so. Mangled bodies had lingered in her wake and blood had stained her sharp-toothed maw crimson. She shudders. The power her family possesses had never caused her fear, instead, she craved it. And blood had never made her squeamish before, but the sight of it clinging to the claws of her dream-self had been so realistic that she cannot shake it now. The thought makes her restless, and Lillibet peels herself away from the oak to settle her nerves in the dark of the night. She doesn’t intend to, but she eventually ends up in the canyon of Pangea. She is her own lightsource by no choice of her own, splashing her ethereal glow against the sand and redstone as she explores a land that is not hers to explore. The silence is comforting, and though her glow does not allow her to be anything synonymous with stealth, Lillibet does her best to not wake anyone she may happen to come across. The one equine she does spy with her honeyed eyes is already awake ─ and he glows just as she does. At first, Lillibet thinks him to be a figment of her imagination or perhaps some leftover dream entity that has not yet fled with her waning sleepiness. But when she nears, drawn to him like a moth to flame, there’s a solidity to his amber champagne frame. They share in the light of each other’s glow for one silent moment before Lillibet remembers that she is intruding in the witching hour, and the gentleman before her may not be just that. ”Did I wake you?” the former Princess asks in a voice that’s soft with lingering sleepiness, neglecting to offer any apology for invading upon the land that had once held her mother and older brother captive. RE: I do not want to move mountains - Fyr - 01-20-2022 through the fire and the flames Fyr @Lillibet RE: I do not want to move mountains - Lillibet - 01-20-2022 Lillibet Lillibet would be pleased were she able to hear the stranger’s thoughts. That her presence reminds him of Liesma when she first approaches would have brought her mind back to the night that she'd met the star-wielder in the common lands. She’d been envious of the other woman, as she is with most other magical folk - to be able to hold the power of the stars so effortlessly seemed like a dream for a woman who could only glow. They’d spoken about Liesma’s power, about the depth of her strength and the way the stars burned. It had been magical to stand within the ring of stars her acquaintance had created, protected by the circle of light for the duration of their conversation. The glowing stallion does not seem off-put by her sudden presence; instead, there is a gentle grin that turns up the corners of his lips. Their mutual light glows against their ivory and champagne faces and despite their unfamiliarity with each other, it feels to Lillibet like something vulnerable and intimate. The stranger’s voice is smooth as he reassures her and when the question is returned, volleyed back to her as if she was meant to be here, Lillibet realizes that she may not have encountered a resident of Pangea on this night. Her smile matches his and her smile glints playfully as she tilts her gold-striped head to the side in query. ”You didn’t,” she offers in return as her honeyed gaze moves to the flames that lick across his speckled back. ”What are you doing here?” Lillibet presents another question to him, devoid of etiquette and lacking diplomacy just as she usually does. Oceane wouldn’t be pleased, and the young woman can nearly hear her mother’s gentle scolding that everyone should be treated with kindness until they have proven they don’t deserve it. But who says some light prodding isn’t kind? Her ivery tail flicks around her hinds as a shiver runs the course of her spine - Pangea was not quite as warm as the Meadow had been, and the winds of late night certainly weren’t warm as they navigated the open space of the canyon. ”Do you know where there’s a warm cave to hide in?” She’s asked it before she realizes her intentions could be mistaken, but instead of fumbling over herself she simply smiles up at the glowing man, his flames reflecting in the playful glint of her gold-flecked eyes. RE: I do not want to move mountains - Fyr - 01-22-2022 through the fire and the flames Fyr @Lillibet RE: I do not want to move mountains - Lillibet - 01-22-2022 Lillibet The amber champagne stranger is nonplussed by her question, and in fact fires back something akin to a challenge. Lillibet grins in response, though does nothing more to confirm or deny whether she is supposed to, or allowed to, be here. As she and Link had learned in their youth, it was always better to ask forgiveness than permission. With the flick of a fluted ear and a quiet hum in her throat, the lilac-tressed woman registers his response once he has provided it. Curiously, and with the same playfulness as before, she inquires. “Someone nocturnal?” As if in response, coyotes cackle in the inky dark distance. Lillibet’s grin falters, if only for a moment, before she turns her attention back to the speckled man before her and pushes the threat of the wild dogs from her mind. “Who are you looking for?” Perhaps she knows them - or of them. Admittedly, the only times she had adventured outside of Loess and Sylva were in the company of her twin. She’d never found any interest in growing her circle. The South’s disappearance had forced her hand, and now that the only home she’d ever known rests beneath the surface of the dark sea, she’s encountered more strangers than she ever would have otherwise. Lillibet’s unintentionally suggestive question is received in a way she hadn’t expected, and in return she does nothing to hide the coquettish smirk that widens across her alabaster lips. When he’s recovered from his surprise, the champagne stranger offers her a much more comfortable solution than searching through an unknown territory in the middle of the night for a cave that may or may not hide something that could eat her. The fireballs float slowly in her direction, their flames flickering orange against her opaline coat before settling comfortably around her. Hot envy rises in the back of her throat before she forces it away and offers the stallion a bashful smile. “You’re too kind,” Lillibet offers as her thanks before flicking her lilac-accented tail in the moonlight. “I don’t think I caught your name,” the homeless woman adds as an afterthought as she sighs comfortably in the warmth of the stranger’s magic. RE: I do not want to move mountains - Fyr - 01-23-2022 through the fire and the flames Fyr @Lillibet RE: I do not want to move mountains - Lillibet - 01-25-2022 Lillibet Lillibet does not fear danger, only her inability to deal with it in a world built on magic. The distant cackling from the coyotes remind her that she is nothing more than a blunt-toothed herbivore with an aura that shines like an alabaster angelic beacon ─ come, taste me. Not like the man before her, whose own moonlit aura is supplemented by the control he has of the flame. She knows he could press it to her skin if he wanted to, could let the flames lick at her tender skin while she writhed and begged. Lillibet is no fool ─ she knows she could not weather such an assault and contain any semblance of pride after. No, she is not above begging for her own life. But that is not to say she lets on to her thoughts, or that she feels intimidated by her new midnight meet-up. She is aware, but confident, as the balls of fire encircle her just as Liesma’s stars had done all those months ago. She still carries with her the arrogance of a princess despite her golden forest home having long-settled beneath the ocean waves, and it’s with that demeanor that she tilts her head playfully to the side as the man disregards her first question. A fake pout finds her lips but for only a moment until it transforms into a smirk the likes of which matches her companion’s. Fyr. He gifts her two pronunciations, a curious perk of his name, and Lillibet tests them both. “Which do you prefer? Fire or Fear?” Her second question is whispered intimately, audible only in the light of their shared glow, before her own smirk widens. All around them there is silence save for the occasional reminder from the coyotes that they were there, in the distance, to greet anyone who wandered too far from civilization. Periodically, their calls are joined by a howling wind that reminds Lillibet of her luck at finding a fire-wielder on this chilly night. Fyr reverts to her previous question, catching Lillibet off-guard at the mention of the Pampas. Oceane had spoken often of Obscene and Aela in the presence of her children while preparing to abdicate and leave her crown in the charge of Cheri, though she’d never had the luck of meeting them herself. She wonders if Fyr is related to them, or if his mother is someone who’d simply called the Pampas home beneath the reign of the Fae Prince. “I’m from the South,” she treads lightly, neglecting to provide her own name in the absence of Fyr’s query, “though not from the Pampas. But I haven’t seen many from the kingdom since the quake.” Most notably, her own family. But neither had she seen Cheri, Tarian, or Manny. None of those who’d made up the South as she had known it. Another shiver rocks the ivory and gold woman, this time fueled by the reminder of the lives that had likely been lost beneath the waves. RE: I do not want to move mountains - Fyr - 01-27-2022 through the fire and the flames Fyr @Lillibet RE: I do not want to move mountains - Lillibet - 01-28-2022 Lillibet Stoked by the flames of both dangerous fire and delicious fear, Lillibet finds she quite enjoys the close proximity to her newest companion as he leans in close to volley her whisper. His scent is a heady, drawing her nostrils to flutter and flare. Depends on what mood I’m in. Her heart rate increases nearly instantaneously, though her immediate reaction is to roll her gold-flecked eyes playfully before settling back on the moonlit man with a tilt of her head. “My parents used to tell me not to play with Fire, so I think I’d like to play with Fear.” Her voice is innocent and lilting as she attempts as best she can to keep intimacy from seeping in, a faux veil to shroud the words she’s whispered to him. But it’s the mention of the South, including his parents and her own, that finally dampens the implications in their discourse. Lillibet’s playful grin is replaced by a sullen frown, the wide-eyed brow arch pushed aside by a furrow at the center of her forehead. Fyr opens up to her in the heart of darkness, spilling the tale of his rebirth in the tumultuous sea and his subsequent waterlogged landing at Icicle Isle. She recognizes Leilan’s name from her mother’s stories ─ he had always been a friend to her, one she could depend on no matter the circumstances. He was someone safe, Oceane had said, to ask for help if she ever needed it. Fyr’s story is living proof of that. She continues to listen with unfaltering attention as he describes the bridge of fire, envisioning in awe such a structure built purely on magic and faith. And then his story rounds off to a near-close in Hyaline. She knows no angel, though she is reminded of Bolder, his silvered eyes, and the way he can shift his body whenever the whim strikes. Perhaps he could be an angel, if he set his mind to it. Lillibet hardly notices that Fyr has spoken about Aela as if she is gone from the world, at least not until his face falls. But when it does, her own heart drops and she takes a tentative step toward the fire-wielder, their matching ethereal glows mingling as the bygone Sylvan princess catches herself ─ to reach out and comfort him with touch, or not? Her heart aches for him and the trauma he has endured, but also for herself and her own family. She has lived the stages of grief and knows what it feels like to have your heart gripped tight by the hand of something so impossible it does not feel real. How could the South and all who lived in it be gone? How could Oceane, Ledger, and Link have been lost to the sea when they were all so capable of saving themselves? How could Aela? “I know of Aela,” she finally responds, making sure to utilize the present tense for both of their sakes, “My parents are Ledger and Oceane.” She considers comforting him with warm words of hope, ones that speak of a certainty that everyone missing is okay, that Oceane, Ledger, Link, and Aela are all alive and well. But no such words are comforting, this she has come to know. Grief does not find comfort in false hopes. “I will help you look,” she whispers into his ear, for that is all she can do. RE: I do not want to move mountains - Fyr - 01-28-2022 FYR @Lillibet |