02-09-2022, 09:35 AM
Lillibet
Lillibet maintains apologetic eye contact with the beautiful stranger just long enough for her to be reassured that her intrusion wasn’t that. The woman’s voice is softer than expected, and there is a certain comfort to that as Lillibet stands to be weighed by her intentions. A small smile cracks the stone of her fatigue-induced indifference as she turns her gold-flecked eyes to the expanse of the ocean that sprawls out before them. “It’s nice to meet you, Casimira,” she returns out of habit, and though the words are not untrue there’s a soft uncertainty to them. She would not be here had her home, her parents’ kingdom, not sunk to the bottom of the deep blue sea.
“I don’t think so,” she answers with a quiet sigh as she forces her honeyed gaze away from the tumult of the ocean waves and back to the expectant face of the ivory woman beside her. There’s something unique about the sharp angles of Casimira’s face, but Lillibet can’t quite place what it is. “Thank you,” she adds with a flick of her ear and a polite nod of her gold-striped head as she backtracks, having realized she hadn’t acknowledged the woman’s apology, “for your sympathy.” She knows that it’s truly all anyone can offer her. Their words. Nothing could pull the Southern kingdom out of the ocean or return her family. If her mother, a genie, couldn’t have pulled their family from the depths ─
“I think I’m just… searching still.” She shifts her weight, the glow of her ivory frame bouncing against the stone beneath her. “Have you lived in Beqanna all your life? Do you know Oceane, or Ledger?” Had she listened to any of her mother’s teachings outside of the history of the South, Lillibet would already know about Casimira, but instead she stands here on square one.
