The teasing affection between Eurwen and Brazen softens Lilliana’s expression as she laughs at the antics of the spotted mare. They display an almost sibling-like warmth of foals who had been raised together. When her blue eyes rest on Brazen again, there is a happiness that blossoms in her chest. She hadn’t been completely left alone. She still had her cousin.
And if anyone knows how deep the bond between cousins can run, it is the mare from Murmuring Rivers.
Their antics make Lilliana shake her head before she teasingly addresses Fiorina, "Perhaps walruses have litters?”
Her gaze laughingly looks to a similarly-sized Eurwen and Lilli smiles, "There could be an extra. How uncommon are triplets to Beqanna?” Twins, it seems, are fairly common. But there is comfort to be found that she isn’t going to be the only mother to multiples. In truth, she is glad to share that with another friend in Nerine. The Taigan mare brushes her girth against the bone-armored Brazen before grinning, "Oh, there is more than one in there. She had to put two and two together to make four, didn’t she?”
It’s the almost admission of a name that changes the course of the conversation and Lilliana does change then (perhaps its hormonal, perhaps its years worth of being silent on that particular subject). There are many worries that Lilli has in regards to the former Commandant - in this moment, however, her most immediate worry is @[Brazen]’s reaction. Her mother had been the Wolfbane's grandmother and therefore… therefore that made her an aunt to the boys that Kagerus had revealed.
What will Brazen think?
Where Lilliana expects condemnation (a strong grimace from Neverwhere comes to her mind), there is a curse and then the roan mare laughs. That eases the pregnant mare but there are lines around the corners of her eyes, lines that have formed in the worries that have come rolling in like crashing waves on the Nerinian coast. Brazen’s shock dissolves into her laughter that is joined in with Eurwen - it is only the dark mare and Lilliana who don’t follow.
The emotion is too strong emotion on her face for her to laugh.
There is no laughing about something that has haunted her for years.
The laughter is a relief to her burdened ears but Lilli can’t bring herself to echo the sound.
She exchanges a look with the dark mare but before she can say anything, another pregnant mare comes to join their band.
Only it isn’t a mare. Her eyes widen as they take in the larger form of the Magician, Brennen. He looks to them curiously and Lilliana takes him in with an equally (and openly) intrigued gaze and pricked ears. A pregnant stallion is not something she has even heard of, let alone seen. Magic, she reminds herself. Magic manifests itself in many ways and apparently in the case of Nerine’s Champion… it had made him pregnant.
The water (though a different variation) seemed to be particularly potent this year in the North.
The chestnut mare tilts her head, eager to move the conversation away from the blue-striped stallion. "Immortals keep track of age?” the Diplomat teases.
And if anyone knows how deep the bond between cousins can run, it is the mare from Murmuring Rivers.
Their antics make Lilliana shake her head before she teasingly addresses Fiorina, "Perhaps walruses have litters?”
Her gaze laughingly looks to a similarly-sized Eurwen and Lilli smiles, "There could be an extra. How uncommon are triplets to Beqanna?” Twins, it seems, are fairly common. But there is comfort to be found that she isn’t going to be the only mother to multiples. In truth, she is glad to share that with another friend in Nerine. The Taigan mare brushes her girth against the bone-armored Brazen before grinning, "Oh, there is more than one in there. She had to put two and two together to make four, didn’t she?”
It’s the almost admission of a name that changes the course of the conversation and Lilliana does change then (perhaps its hormonal, perhaps its years worth of being silent on that particular subject). There are many worries that Lilli has in regards to the former Commandant - in this moment, however, her most immediate worry is @[Brazen]’s reaction. Her mother had been the Wolfbane's grandmother and therefore… therefore that made her an aunt to the boys that Kagerus had revealed.
What will Brazen think?
Where Lilliana expects condemnation (a strong grimace from Neverwhere comes to her mind), there is a curse and then the roan mare laughs. That eases the pregnant mare but there are lines around the corners of her eyes, lines that have formed in the worries that have come rolling in like crashing waves on the Nerinian coast. Brazen’s shock dissolves into her laughter that is joined in with Eurwen - it is only the dark mare and Lilliana who don’t follow.
The emotion is too strong emotion on her face for her to laugh.
There is no laughing about something that has haunted her for years.
The laughter is a relief to her burdened ears but Lilli can’t bring herself to echo the sound.
She exchanges a look with the dark mare but before she can say anything, another pregnant mare comes to join their band.
Only it isn’t a mare. Her eyes widen as they take in the larger form of the Magician, Brennen. He looks to them curiously and Lilliana takes him in with an equally (and openly) intrigued gaze and pricked ears. A pregnant stallion is not something she has even heard of, let alone seen. Magic, she reminds herself. Magic manifests itself in many ways and apparently in the case of Nerine’s Champion… it had made him pregnant.
The water (though a different variation) seemed to be particularly potent this year in the North.
The chestnut mare tilts her head, eager to move the conversation away from the blue-striped stallion. "Immortals keep track of age?” the Diplomat teases.
LILLIANA
all that i'm after is a life full of laughter
(as long as i'm laughing with you)
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind