Lilliana has the barest grasp on what the Afterlife is.
She knows the Gates had opened back up. She had learned that horrifying fact the same night that Wolfbane (it, she corrects herself) re-entered her life and she does her best to forget them both. What awaits in the realm after this one is not one she should consider; she is Immortal and it means there will always be a firm barrier between this plane of existence and the next (or so she thinks).
The chestnut mare knows nothing of Death except for what it is like to remain on the other side of it. She has seen the life drain - a soul flee - from a body. She knows what it is now to remain behind while wanting to go after. Brazen's death had been hard; it might have been unimaginable if Warden hadn't revealed it to her. She had thought that they might have been able to prevent it. Lilliana had searched Beqanna, looking for a miracle only to find that they are every bit as rare as myth and legend claim.
This playful banter comes easily for her. Perhaps it because it is her first trip alone in months. As a mother to five, there was often a child at her heels. As the leader of Taiga, there was always something needing her attention. Yanhua and Amarine had agreed to watch her youngest three and now that she is within tropical Tephra, she finds herself glad to have made the trip on her own.
She finds herself even more glad that she has encountered Wishbone today.
Her mind imagines a younger version of this black-and-gold woman - spindle-legged and sharp-boned in the first flush of growth - and this unknown friend. It seemed there had been too many times for trouble and the edges of her dark lips tug again. She doesn't know much of Tephra's history or the dynastic families that claim history here. What she does know has come from Kagerus (and because of that, Lilliana knows more of Hyaline's history than the country that Warrick once ruled). Warden has offered some insight as well and now in the company of Wishbone, the Taigan thinks she has a chance to learn more about their neighbors to the south.
An ear flicks to her long-legged companion as she explains that the treks back then were hindered by shorter limbs and then came life, with all its complexities. Lilliana understands that all too well.
"If you think I can keep up," the smaller mare jokes with a rueful half-smile. But once upon a time, Lilli had been teased for being a cliff-dancer. For being a lover of impossible heights and the thrill of lingering too close to the edge. It makes all the more curious about this volcano - about the way it might compare to the cliffs of Nerine and all the other ledges that Lilliana has walked along in this life. "Perhaps you can share some of Tephra's history along the way?" @[Wishbone] has mentioned nothing that has recently plagued the North - nothing about the troubles in Taiga, the fires, the Pangean attack - so far in their conversation.
And that makes her wonder.
So she offers, "And if you wish, I can share some of the events that have plagued the North over the last few years."
She knows the Gates had opened back up. She had learned that horrifying fact the same night that Wolfbane (it, she corrects herself) re-entered her life and she does her best to forget them both. What awaits in the realm after this one is not one she should consider; she is Immortal and it means there will always be a firm barrier between this plane of existence and the next (or so she thinks).
The chestnut mare knows nothing of Death except for what it is like to remain on the other side of it. She has seen the life drain - a soul flee - from a body. She knows what it is now to remain behind while wanting to go after. Brazen's death had been hard; it might have been unimaginable if Warden hadn't revealed it to her. She had thought that they might have been able to prevent it. Lilliana had searched Beqanna, looking for a miracle only to find that they are every bit as rare as myth and legend claim.
This playful banter comes easily for her. Perhaps it because it is her first trip alone in months. As a mother to five, there was often a child at her heels. As the leader of Taiga, there was always something needing her attention. Yanhua and Amarine had agreed to watch her youngest three and now that she is within tropical Tephra, she finds herself glad to have made the trip on her own.
She finds herself even more glad that she has encountered Wishbone today.
Her mind imagines a younger version of this black-and-gold woman - spindle-legged and sharp-boned in the first flush of growth - and this unknown friend. It seemed there had been too many times for trouble and the edges of her dark lips tug again. She doesn't know much of Tephra's history or the dynastic families that claim history here. What she does know has come from Kagerus (and because of that, Lilliana knows more of Hyaline's history than the country that Warrick once ruled). Warden has offered some insight as well and now in the company of Wishbone, the Taigan thinks she has a chance to learn more about their neighbors to the south.
An ear flicks to her long-legged companion as she explains that the treks back then were hindered by shorter limbs and then came life, with all its complexities. Lilliana understands that all too well.
"If you think I can keep up," the smaller mare jokes with a rueful half-smile. But once upon a time, Lilli had been teased for being a cliff-dancer. For being a lover of impossible heights and the thrill of lingering too close to the edge. It makes all the more curious about this volcano - about the way it might compare to the cliffs of Nerine and all the other ledges that Lilliana has walked along in this life. "Perhaps you can share some of Tephra's history along the way?" @[Wishbone] has mentioned nothing that has recently plagued the North - nothing about the troubles in Taiga, the fires, the Pangean attack - so far in their conversation.
And that makes her wonder.
So she offers, "And if you wish, I can share some of the events that have plagued the North over the last few years."
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