There are many stark differences from this trip to Tephra and her first; that night had been an accident. This day is not. She had wandered too far from Taiga. Lilliana had spent a few days in the tropical jungle searching for Kagerus and had ended up healing Warlight and somehow befriending stoic Warden instead. This is her first trip intentionally seeking the Watcher but there is no disappointment in finding Wishbone instead.
"So it would seem," Lilliana muses along with her (fellow) gold-marked companion that Warden could be difficult to find. She certainly understands why. She was a leader of a small territory in the North and there never seemed to be enough time in a day; a leader of an entire kingdom surely has less. "Hopefully you can remedy that soon," the chestnut says about her unfamiliarity with her brother. "I never met all my siblings," Lilliana shares with this new companion she's found. She sees no harm in sharing this admission so easily with the other mare. Especially when it might serve as some kind of inspiration for the two Tephran siblings to finally meet. "A drawback of having such a large family, I suppose."
The taller mare closes the distance between them with a smooth and lovely stride, one that Lilliana thinks is suited more for dancing than walking.
It's not the space or the boldness in her step that takes the Taigan by surpise, though. It's the name. "@[Wishbone]?" Lilliana asks, glancing over the elegant woman in front of her. Her blue eyes dance over the figure as if trying to fit the pieces of a puzzle together. There had been a lingering memory or two left behind in Nerine. (And stumbling across memories that weren't her own were still accidental. It always resulted back to the old lessons of her youth where she had been taught: listen to the land. As if the ground below her hooves was capable of feeling, of knowing, of remembering.)
"It would seem we share a mutual friend," Lilliana says recalling more lessons, with a lilting laugh and bright smile, from the days when she had been an aspiring Diplomat for both Taiga and Nerine. "Eurwen has spoken of you before," she explains. One of the Khaleesi's that came before Neverwhere. There had been a string of them, she remembers. Before Heartfire had been Breckin, Eurwen's mother. And before Breckin had been Wishbone. And before that? Lilliana can't quite grasp the name but she remembers that whoever that Khaleesi had been was a grandmother to Eurwen as well.
Perhaps Wishbone belonged to the same family?
"Lilliana," she offers to the black-and-gold mare. "And yes, I come from Taiga." Lilliana considers something before the smile turns impish again. "Forgive me for asking, but how does a former Khaleesi find herself basking beneath a volcano?"
Remember when our songs were just like prayers
Like gospel hymns that you caught in the air?
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind