you were a shot in the dark
and aimed right at my throat
It's hard to imagine Taiga at first. Lilliana had once described it as intriguing and all these years later, she still thinks it's an appropriate descriptor for the Northern forest. The fog certainly lends it an air of mystery, the way that the haze of it haunts the trails and wide tree trunks like a ghost. The are spaces of it - wild, vast, closed off from the world - where it seems like time has forgotten to exist.
Trapped spaces from another era, perhaps.
Lilliana tries her hardest to explain it. The chestnut mare smiles a little more at the girl and tries to describe the cliffs of Nerine and the rolling moorlands that flow away from those edges. She tries to describe the crags and moors of the beaches, the way that Taiga and the former home of the Amazons, come together. It's the Isle that proves more complicated but the chestnut mare finds the smile on her face deepening when she asks about, a girlish dimple emerging against a curved cheek. "Unless you have another way to travel there," Lilliana teases and watches the girl for a moment, waiting to see if she'd say anything.
There is nothing on the outside of @[Borderline] that says otherwise. There are no wings to make the journey swifter, like her eldest child Nashua. She can't see any scales or gills to make the swim easy, like her fellow Councilmember, Lethia. But the story is so rarely told at the surface. It only begins to emerge when diving deeper.
Borderline is young but so aren't most of the inhabitants of the Isle. Leilan's court might be a place that Borderline could feel at ease. "If you'd like, you can accompany me back to Taiga. Should you desire a swim," she teases gently but her late pregnancy shows that its nothing something Lilliana can (or will) do. "I can point you in the direction of the Isle."