It's hard to miss a dragon flying over Taiga.
Leilan's draconic form casts a shadow above the snowcapped Redwoods and below them - to a lone red mare. It cancels out the sheen of her red-gold coat. The Taigan mare had been staring out at a vast horizon - at the meeting place of sea and sky - and trying to remember what she once saw there. Wondering if she even wanted to return to seeing the world as she once had.
Lilliana can't be looking at infinite spaces and dreaming. Not anymore. Not if she and Lethia are going to keep Taiga safe. She needs the ideas in her mind to take shape; she needs them to harden and form into words, into actions because her consequences have already done that.
The air is cold but Lilliana shrugs away its frigid bite. Her head follows the dragon as he circles above her. Is it luck on her side as she takes in the roan scales? There are many dragons in Beqanna but the coloration of this one is similar to a horse she knows and so by the time that the Freyr of Icicle Island has landed, Lilliana has emerged from the treeline and stands expectantly awaiting him. The harbor ice below the dragon groans as he lands but does not break and the copper mare cranes her head to look up at the shifter, some part of her still surprised that anyone pays her any mind at all.
That the message she gave to Rebelle all those months ago in Pangea reached @[Leilan] on his barren island and here he stands, regarding her with a familiar tilt to his reptilian-type head.
"Leilan," she exhales in a glittering cloud of silver smoke. He is smiling at her - an easy, relaxed smile - and the red mare reminds herself to ease the tightness between her shoulders and the stiffening of her spine. Lilliana offers a tentative smile in reply. Not her brightest, not her best and certainly not the daring smile that the once-Diplomat had been known for. It's the best she can offer (for now) and it seems despite everything that has happened in her year away from Taiga, Lilli is still determined to give her best to those around her - even if that 'best' is a baseline she is still determining.
The red mare motions with her head to the tree line behind her, "do you mind not being a dragon? We have much to talk about and I'd prefer to do it at eye-level."
LILLIANA
if i ever get to heaven
i've got a long list of questions
this took forever and i'm so sorry