you can run but you can't hide
breath on your skin, I've arrived
She had been woken by a murmur, indistinct yet somehow unmistakeable. Even now, it lingers in the distance. But it is that curiosity that had kept her from returning to Nerine in a furious blaze. And now that her temper has cooled to an icy resolve, she is grateful for it.
Because, as it always has been, time is her greatest ally.
It has been months now, and none are the wiser of her presence. Months she has lingered deep in the misty, forested depths of Taiga, biding her time as she gathered what knowledge she could. It had been easy enough to remain unseen and undetected. When sight is one’s plaything, anyone who comes too near find themselves seeing only what she wishes them to see.
Washed in the scents of evening mist and earthy moss, cloaked by shifted vision, she is entirely unrecognizable as the notorious former queen of the North. And that is exactly how she wishes it.
Notoriety had never been something she sought. She hadn’t cared for flashy displays or fickle fame. Apparently quite unlike some of her relations, she had discovered. It had been vaguely amusing to see the havoc Wolfbane had initially wreaked in the wake of her disappearance. Even more that Lepis had sought her out because of it. Doubtless, if she had been here, things would’ve gone differently. She had not been unaware of the possibilities when she had allowed her grandson to consume Wyrm’s heart.
Unfortunately things had not gone entirely as planned. And now Wolfbane had gone and done things that couldn’t be taken back.
So it would come as no surprise that the first visit she makes is Pangea. More specifically, her grandson. Of course, she’s not quite ready for the world at large to know of her return, so anyone who witnesses the figure entering the desolate kingdom, including Wolfbane, would see the softly feminine form of Lilliana. Given her history and capture, it is an obvious choice.
And a rather poetic one, at that.
lilliana heartfire
@[Wolfbane]