[private] it's all gone with the wind

[lilliana]

"I know," she tells Pteron, a steadiness rising from her voice like the incoming tide.

Lilliana glances at Reave while she contemplates what to say next (or rather, how). Her youngest child seems content to study the waves rolling in from the Ischian sea and the chestnut looks back to the winged stallion. Lilliana has known monsters all her life and it seems like they have been following at her heels since they had left Murmuring Rivers.

These had been... different.

"They have something to do with dark," she tries to explain. Her knowledge is what Warden had shared with her and even what the Watcher had known was vague. It had been dim shadows and glinting teeth. Lilliana swallows and says, "You tried to warn us." The last time she saw Pteron had been at the Taiga meeting with Aten and Neverwhere, he had tried to warn them that Pangea wasn't the only thing to be worried about.

(She had known that but by then, Lilliana had never thought to see it again.)

"And you and Aegean kept Neverwhere safe when-," she stops herself here. She had been a captive by then and the rumors of the former Khaleesi's disappearance had spread across Beqanna like wildfire. Lilliana had feared the worst, that the dappled woman was dead. That Neverwhere and Wherewolf had survived was something she attributed to Pteron and his mate. "When I could not."

An ear flicks towards the colt again before she levels her gaze on him. He had warned them once - cared for Neverwhere - and now Lilliana tries to repay some of that debt. Maybe there is something that the cremello stallion can do with this information. If he tells Aquaria and shares it with their family, maybe this island paradise might be prepared for what comes in ways that others will not be. "Thank you," she tells him.

When the Ischian mentions a whale scale, Lilliana smiles and tilts her head towards the end of the beach. It might be hard to see with the fading light but she hopes that it is enough that the chestnut colt is intrigued. At least enough that he doesn't notice the way his mother's face is shadowed with concern. "Leilan?" she asks the pegasus, a soft expression overtaking the troubled one. "They have the Aurora on the Isle," Lilliana says with a faint hint of her old humor. "Perhaps the Freyr could harness that and use it to guide us when the darkness falls."

It was a lovely thought, anyway.