[private] trying to cope and burn just right, lilliana

[lilliana]

you got a cold hard truth
i got a bottle of whiskey but i got no proof

This is the part of the plan that she has never actually.. planned out.

Lilliana could search for Aten all she liked but if the champagne stallion never emerged from the fog, what then? If the border patrols had really fallen to the slender chestnut mare, what would actually happen when she greeted an intruder instead of a friend?

Thankfully, this isn’t a question that needs to be answered today. A literal Angel emerges from behind one of Taiga’s towering sentinels and the relief that Lilliana feels at seeing her is almost reverential. @[Ryatah] would always be welcomed here. Lilli? the white woman asks and Lilli can feel her gaze being drawn to so many (wonderful) places surrounding Ryatah. Her glowing, the halo, her lovely white-and-gold wings.

The mare had been beautiful before, ethereal in a way that only time could carve away at somebody.

But now? Now she steals the literal breath from Lilliana’s lungs. Her blue eyes connect with the piercing dark of Ryatah’s - lighting somewhere between wonder and disbelief - before the copper mare smiles. "Look at you,” she almost whispers into the fog. "You look like something that fell from the stars,” comes her gentle teasing.

The words are playful but there is a touch of truth in them - a look of longing when she spies the wings at the pale mare’s sides.

"Is that how you got those?” she asks while her dark muzzle tentatively reaches towards the gold feathers that outlines them, "or did you go to the stars to find them?”

  LILLIANA