12-24-2021, 06:42 PM
Lillibet
Herrin's confirmation that he, too, is unsure where he will venture now that Sylva has disappeared beneath the sea leaves Lillibet with an increasing sense of being displaced. She swallows hard, tries to press the feeling away with a clearing of her throat as she turns her amber gaze away from the tobiano stallion.
The ethereal girl takes a moment to consider their options, together and separate. They could part here, never to see each other again. Or they could decide to journey together, and from there their options are three: linger in the commonlands, attempt to finagle their way into someone else's kingdom, or find a place of their own.
Lillibet is drawn away from her thoughts as Herrin speaks again, hisvoice a bit more lighthearted this time. "How many shapes do you have?" she asks, intrigued and unbothered by etiquette. Her gaze inspects him, settles briefly on the feline spots that dot his sides, and then returns to his obsidian eyes.
She sighs, the sound exasperated, as she offers an idea that is only half-joking. "We could claim a land together," and wait for her family to find them, with a place to call their own again, "I hear there's a quiet canyon to the east."
