She dreams of fire and flames.
Lilliana can feel the heat of the wildfire from the moment she closes her eyes, hear the crackle of the Redwood as each noble tree is consumed by the unrelenting inferno. Worse than that are the groans, are the sounds as each tree falls. Immortals, she thinks. Trees that have taken so long to reach the heavens should never fall to the Earth in such a way. Their canopies had graced the heavens and even the clouds descended from the sky to come to play in Taiga.
So she no longer closes her eyes in Taiga.
(She had told somebody, once, that her insanity had been repeating the same things over and over again hoping for something else. So when her dreams turn to fire, Lilliana turns herself further North. Away from the fires, away from the ghosts.)
But the fires, it seems as a result of stealing the Pangean heir, have come North as well.
The December sky of her eyes turns to steel as they take in the outline of smoldering trees, the plume of dark smoke that signals to the rest of Nerine that her western coastline is burning. It doesn’t take Lilliana long to reach them - not when the Highlands are as open as they are - and when she does arrive, it is to find that Ghaul has not only been greeted by Brazen but Eurwen and their Queen, Neverwhere as well.
When Lilliana finally does arrive and her gait finally slows to a trot, she watches as her armored friend tries to take the draconic horse by the horns (literally) and her heart speeds up. (Is this enough? He cries over and over again and Lilliana feels her soul turn to dust.) Their dappled Queen stands among the small group - though Lilliana takes a moment to notice - not looking entirely too displeased with the arrival of their guest. It’s a small relief in a moment of overwhelming ones as Eurwen tries to subdue Ghaul.
Her ears flick forward at the mention of Brazen again, "You will do no such thing.” Lilliana replies with a clear certainty that has gotten her in trouble before and she recklessly disregards it again, taking note of how close Brazen was to the horn-eyed stallion. And perhaps Lilli is still hoping that the theft of Brinly and Brine had been as simple as a misunderstanding. Despite his rather dramatic entrance, there is still something of a youth that reminds the Taigan of her own nephews and nieces. (Of Kildare and the initial anger he would feel when he hadn’t been allowed to go patrolling with his older brothers, of Mina when it was explained to her that Maren had been the one gifted with wings and the grey girl had to learn she would be earthbound where her sister was destined for the heavens.)
Neverwhere has already exchanged the pleasantries and her blue eyes glance to her, unsure for a moment of how to proceed.
It’s a flash and only a heartbeat before Lilliana looks to Ghaul again before she comes to stop not far from a seething Eurwen, her head tilting in regards to the embers and cinders that cradle around him. "Do you never wonder what rises from the ashes, Ghaul?”
She glances again to Brazen - unable to hide the fear she feels for her friend and then back to the other two mares - as bringing him back had certainly not been part of her plan. But when had they ever gone the way they were supposed too?
@[Brazen]
Lilliana can feel the heat of the wildfire from the moment she closes her eyes, hear the crackle of the Redwood as each noble tree is consumed by the unrelenting inferno. Worse than that are the groans, are the sounds as each tree falls. Immortals, she thinks. Trees that have taken so long to reach the heavens should never fall to the Earth in such a way. Their canopies had graced the heavens and even the clouds descended from the sky to come to play in Taiga.
So she no longer closes her eyes in Taiga.
(She had told somebody, once, that her insanity had been repeating the same things over and over again hoping for something else. So when her dreams turn to fire, Lilliana turns herself further North. Away from the fires, away from the ghosts.)
But the fires, it seems as a result of stealing the Pangean heir, have come North as well.
The December sky of her eyes turns to steel as they take in the outline of smoldering trees, the plume of dark smoke that signals to the rest of Nerine that her western coastline is burning. It doesn’t take Lilliana long to reach them - not when the Highlands are as open as they are - and when she does arrive, it is to find that Ghaul has not only been greeted by Brazen but Eurwen and their Queen, Neverwhere as well.
When Lilliana finally does arrive and her gait finally slows to a trot, she watches as her armored friend tries to take the draconic horse by the horns (literally) and her heart speeds up. (Is this enough? He cries over and over again and Lilliana feels her soul turn to dust.) Their dappled Queen stands among the small group - though Lilliana takes a moment to notice - not looking entirely too displeased with the arrival of their guest. It’s a small relief in a moment of overwhelming ones as Eurwen tries to subdue Ghaul.
Her ears flick forward at the mention of Brazen again, "You will do no such thing.” Lilliana replies with a clear certainty that has gotten her in trouble before and she recklessly disregards it again, taking note of how close Brazen was to the horn-eyed stallion. And perhaps Lilli is still hoping that the theft of Brinly and Brine had been as simple as a misunderstanding. Despite his rather dramatic entrance, there is still something of a youth that reminds the Taigan of her own nephews and nieces. (Of Kildare and the initial anger he would feel when he hadn’t been allowed to go patrolling with his older brothers, of Mina when it was explained to her that Maren had been the one gifted with wings and the grey girl had to learn she would be earthbound where her sister was destined for the heavens.)
Neverwhere has already exchanged the pleasantries and her blue eyes glance to her, unsure for a moment of how to proceed.
It’s a flash and only a heartbeat before Lilliana looks to Ghaul again before she comes to stop not far from a seething Eurwen, her head tilting in regards to the embers and cinders that cradle around him. "Do you never wonder what rises from the ashes, Ghaul?”
She glances again to Brazen - unable to hide the fear she feels for her friend and then back to the other two mares - as bringing him back had certainly not been part of her plan. But when had they ever gone the way they were supposed too?
@[Brazen]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind