[private] it's all gone with the wind

[lilliana]

He smiles at the shadowed silhouette of her youngest before the boy settles somewhere along the shoreline again, where Lilliana can still hear his forelegs splashing in the surf. There is something about Reave that often puts her in mind of Nashua - her eldest - and yet the tobiano yearling has a presence all his own; a talent he uses to remind Lilliana of often with just a flick of his vision.

Her son won't go far and that knowledge allows her to relax a little, despite the unusual circumstances the trio currently shares.

It's her knowledge of what Warden sees that unnerves her. For every vision that he has had, it has always been about death and destruction. He had seen Nerine burst from Magician's fire and he had seen her home burn from the flames of the Pangeans. He had seen Nashua fall from the sky and Brazen's last strangled breath. The Watcher had only glimpsed the dark (or rather, Lilliana only saw glimpses of it from Warden) but it troubles her. The winged stallion only shrugs when she tries to explain it - whatever this stalled eclipse might be called - and her expression only grows more obscured by the looming night.

"His visions are...," she starts, trying to explain, and cutting herself off as she glances to the troubled sky above. "Unusual."

Warden had even foreseen the death of her mother, Aletta. ('It's alright, Lilli.' The gray mare had said. 'We all have an ending.' Hers would come as she lived; on her own terms.) She isn't sure what other Seer's can glean from the future. For her cousin, it had always been hazy and unpredictable, as changeable as a summer storm. A single step could change the outcome of everything but his visions had been accompanied by other things besides demise: knowing where to find Elena by the river, the return of Valerio, the road that lead to Windskeep.

It isn't her place to share what Warden sees.

"I'm afraid that this will be more insidious than it looks." Lilliana shares instead. The words come out a mumur that is barely audible above the surf. An ear flicks towards the colt before she looks up into the olive eyes of @[Pteron] again, who somehow seems to be so steady despite so much growing uncertainty. "There will be things out there," and her voice drops, "monsters."