Lilliana knows that - knows what it is to look at a horizon and to see a whole possibility of colors. So many that to even imagine all the individual hues wouldn’t be conceivable. She, too, has been overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of shades.
(And she knows what it is to mourn the lack of colors when the world falls dark.)
These days, her more immediate concern is regarding the two chestnut colts who kick up their heels and relish the open space of the Field. It is meant to be an outing of sorts for them - a way to stretch their legs away from Nerine and Taiga. She has one son with wings and another with intangibility. (Lilliana lacks the gift of Duplication and has to make due with what she can - there is only one of her.)
A trip to the Field entices the brothers enough that they mind their manners. Nashua doesn’t call Neverwhere a rock that day and Lilli considers it a small victory.
"Nashua, Yanhua,” she calls when their antics take them further than she is comfortable with. "Not so far!” Her weight shifts uneasily from hip to another while she keeps one careful eye on them and tries to attempt to scout out new recruits for the Taiga. It's not an easy task as their tenor shouts almost constantly distract her.
Perhaps the next trip would be best done on her own.
The spotted mare is easy to spy against the swaying sea of spring grass. The two babies that follow her make it even easier. Lilliana shakes her head while casting one more mindful glance to where her own colts are (still tossing their heads, still sprinting wildly around like little summer squalls) before coming to approach the younger champagne mare. A girl really, not much older than her Ruth.
"Eurwen,” Lilliana greets fondly before lowering her head and addressing the twins with a gentle smile, "Hello sweetings.”
The chestnut raises a teasing brow when her copper head comes back up. "It seems you brought the Nerinian army with you.” Her blue eyes settle kindly on the cream filly and the smile turns somewhat sheepish as her head inclines over her shoulder, "I’m afraid those two terrors are mine.”
The chestnut mare falls quiet, knowing her fellow Diplomat has already made the necessary introductions. The wind brushes past her and carries forward a scent Lilliana knows. It is one that Velkan brings with him each time he visits the Taiga. The blue and clear scent of Paradise. Her nostrils flare and she regards the young mare with curious eyes, "You come from Ischia?” She asks, intrigued.
(And she knows what it is to mourn the lack of colors when the world falls dark.)
These days, her more immediate concern is regarding the two chestnut colts who kick up their heels and relish the open space of the Field. It is meant to be an outing of sorts for them - a way to stretch their legs away from Nerine and Taiga. She has one son with wings and another with intangibility. (Lilliana lacks the gift of Duplication and has to make due with what she can - there is only one of her.)
A trip to the Field entices the brothers enough that they mind their manners. Nashua doesn’t call Neverwhere a rock that day and Lilli considers it a small victory.
"Nashua, Yanhua,” she calls when their antics take them further than she is comfortable with. "Not so far!” Her weight shifts uneasily from hip to another while she keeps one careful eye on them and tries to attempt to scout out new recruits for the Taiga. It's not an easy task as their tenor shouts almost constantly distract her.
Perhaps the next trip would be best done on her own.
The spotted mare is easy to spy against the swaying sea of spring grass. The two babies that follow her make it even easier. Lilliana shakes her head while casting one more mindful glance to where her own colts are (still tossing their heads, still sprinting wildly around like little summer squalls) before coming to approach the younger champagne mare. A girl really, not much older than her Ruth.
"Eurwen,” Lilliana greets fondly before lowering her head and addressing the twins with a gentle smile, "Hello sweetings.”
The chestnut raises a teasing brow when her copper head comes back up. "It seems you brought the Nerinian army with you.” Her blue eyes settle kindly on the cream filly and the smile turns somewhat sheepish as her head inclines over her shoulder, "I’m afraid those two terrors are mine.”
The chestnut mare falls quiet, knowing her fellow Diplomat has already made the necessary introductions. The wind brushes past her and carries forward a scent Lilliana knows. It is one that Velkan brings with him each time he visits the Taiga. The blue and clear scent of Paradise. Her nostrils flare and she regards the young mare with curious eyes, "You come from Ischia?” She asks, intrigued.
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