08-04-2019, 10:36 PM
No plague, then. Luckily, it hadn’t been a serious question, Lilliana looks more like the sort to chat about flowers than plagues, but Neverwhere doesn’t ask. She doesn’t really want to know about flowers. No, it seems they came to Beqanna during a rebuilding, a lull in the riotous madness that has drawn most of them here. Still, there had already been at least one war, so all was not peaceful and bright. Some of the horses sickened during the plague were still dealing with the leftovers of the disease. Lilli was likely right, nobody would much appreciate another plague, and besides, there is probably something worse rushing headlong at them now, and no-one has a clue.
As the red mare falls in step with her, Neverwhere is forced to consider where her feet are taking them. She does not know the land beyond the woods, it is no longer neutral territory, and east lies the river which separates the meadow from the forest. The meadow is the better place to be, the open space lending power to their speed, but it is questionable if they could even get that far if they were attacked now. If. The chocolate brown mare is not convinced the sounds were not simply a horse-hell-hound-thing traipsing the woods, all snarl and coarse hair, but probably uninterested in them. She finds herself considering brief defensive strategies, the sort one uses to quickly disengage and then get away from bad situations, and she finds herself having to include Lilli in them.
She did not mean to become responsible for the other, and part of her resents it, resents the seed of protection that is rooting itself in her brain, telling her that Lilliana needs her help, needs her to play the role of casual confidence. There is not much that Neverwhere could actually do to help the chestnut if they were attacked, of course, she will kick and bite to defend herself if necessary, but the minute she shakes free of an assailant, she is going to run. The dappled mare looks sideways at Lilli and finds herself hoping she’s smart enough to run as well.
“Other woods I have, but not these ones, no. Have you?” She thinks already knows the answer to this, by the strain in Lilliana’s voice, but what in the world was the other mare doing napping under trees in the middle of a forest if she didn’t intend to spend the night in them?
“Where were you going before the tree woke you? We could head that way.” The unspoken words, that she will stay with her, at least for the time being, as they walk deeper into the woods.
As the red mare falls in step with her, Neverwhere is forced to consider where her feet are taking them. She does not know the land beyond the woods, it is no longer neutral territory, and east lies the river which separates the meadow from the forest. The meadow is the better place to be, the open space lending power to their speed, but it is questionable if they could even get that far if they were attacked now. If. The chocolate brown mare is not convinced the sounds were not simply a horse-hell-hound-thing traipsing the woods, all snarl and coarse hair, but probably uninterested in them. She finds herself considering brief defensive strategies, the sort one uses to quickly disengage and then get away from bad situations, and she finds herself having to include Lilli in them.
She did not mean to become responsible for the other, and part of her resents it, resents the seed of protection that is rooting itself in her brain, telling her that Lilliana needs her help, needs her to play the role of casual confidence. There is not much that Neverwhere could actually do to help the chestnut if they were attacked, of course, she will kick and bite to defend herself if necessary, but the minute she shakes free of an assailant, she is going to run. The dappled mare looks sideways at Lilli and finds herself hoping she’s smart enough to run as well.
“Other woods I have, but not these ones, no. Have you?” She thinks already knows the answer to this, by the strain in Lilliana’s voice, but what in the world was the other mare doing napping under trees in the middle of a forest if she didn’t intend to spend the night in them?
“Where were you going before the tree woke you? We could head that way.” The unspoken words, that she will stay with her, at least for the time being, as they walk deeper into the woods.
Neverwhere
wander away from the world’s somewheres
@[star] a bit light, i'm sleepy today
