03-02-2022, 03:29 PM
Lillibet
“Thank you,” she whispers again before clearing her throat and turning her gaze to the coastline before them, finding it easier to pretend there is something of interest to view upon the tide than allow her vulnerability to show in honeyed eyes that threaten to well with saltwater of her own. She’s sure the woman beside her, Casimira, no matter how harsh the lines of her face or the cut of her eyes, would understand ─ but she reserves her sorrow for herself, and sometimes for Fyr, if only because he, too, understands the loss. “Tephra is beautiful,” she adds as an afterthought in an attempt to keep their conversation more casual than she had initially steered it, “A friend of mine once told me that he’d like to fly to the top of the volcano just to look inside.”
She smiles slightly at the thought. Were she privy to Casimira’s magic, she would ask if the dragon-shifter had ever done just that. But instead she chances the question about Oceane and Ledger, and finds that it’s difficult to breathe as she awaits the woman’s reply.
The young woman is pleased to hear that the ivory woman beside her knows of her mother ─ but the emotion is short-lived, and all she can do is nod in understanding. “Yes, she was Queen before abdicating and moving to Sylva─” Lillibet smiles and shakes her head, knowing full well this woman had not awoken this morning to have a conversation on the history of the South with a stranger. “She’s my mother,” the young woman says to clarify before steeling herself against the emotions that will inevitably rise with Casimira’s reassurances. “I hope you’re right,” her response comes with a resigned smile before finally her amber eyes return to the ivory woman at her side.
“Did you… did you lose anyone? When it sank?” As far as she knows, Tephra and its subsidiaries had been relatively untouched ─ but that did not mean all of Casimira’s loved ones had been safe from the dark God.
