Lilliana doesn't care for winter.
She has generations of tropical-dwelling horses in her bloodline, a patriarchal lineage that spans a century or two (at the very least). And blood, they say, will always out. The bite from the winter air is no longer present, frost no longer comes uninvited across the ferns and large shrubs that dwell beneath Taiga's canopy. Warmth, life is back in Beqanna again and Lilliana greets it eagerly. She has wanted nothing more than to feel the sun's warmth on her back, to smell the floral scents that dance on sweet breezes.
The chatter above her head tells her that spring is in full swing. The abundance of new life around them is proof enough - everything from the birds to the horses of Beqanna have brought about another generation. But summer will be upon them soon enough with all its sweltering heat and lovely mornings like these will become shorter, if they even come at all. The day promises to be a pleasant one, Lilli thinks as she walks along the well-worn trails that have been traveled by so many before.
The sun climbs higher, illuminating the field as everything wakes. The morning light reveals multiple horses, some grouped and some standing alone. Lilli's brow furrows and she wonders how she is supposed to do this whole recruiting thing. What does she say? How does that whole conversation even go about? She knows enough of Beqanna to know that the Field is where the whole search starts, that those who come here are looking for a home. Winds help me, she prays as she steps past the treeline and emerges into the open Field.
She doesn't like the openness of this place and she wonders if the world can see her uncertainty. (Would they be disappointed in her? Valerio and Aletta, they who had fought wars and lead kingdoms, what would they think?) You have faced much worse, she tells herself and steels herself to keep walking. But still, something about the Field makes her feel vulnerable, laid bare, and Lilli is ready to turn back, to turn around and forget that she had even thought of inviting somebody back to Taiga when she sees Everlee.
There is something sweet about, something soft and kind that draws Lilli away from her insecurities and towards her instead. A small smile graces her features and the crimson girl dips her head in greeting, "Good morning." She doesn't come too close out of respect and stops a few feet in front of her. A dimple forms, "You've picked a beautiful spot to start the day. The light here is lovely." The chestnut turns her head to admire the horizon, towards the mountains she can only assume, is Hyaline.
Her attention soon returns back to Everlee, smiling brightly and her blue eyes keen on her newfound companion. "I'm Lilli. Who might you be?"
She has generations of tropical-dwelling horses in her bloodline, a patriarchal lineage that spans a century or two (at the very least). And blood, they say, will always out. The bite from the winter air is no longer present, frost no longer comes uninvited across the ferns and large shrubs that dwell beneath Taiga's canopy. Warmth, life is back in Beqanna again and Lilliana greets it eagerly. She has wanted nothing more than to feel the sun's warmth on her back, to smell the floral scents that dance on sweet breezes.
The chatter above her head tells her that spring is in full swing. The abundance of new life around them is proof enough - everything from the birds to the horses of Beqanna have brought about another generation. But summer will be upon them soon enough with all its sweltering heat and lovely mornings like these will become shorter, if they even come at all. The day promises to be a pleasant one, Lilli thinks as she walks along the well-worn trails that have been traveled by so many before.
The sun climbs higher, illuminating the field as everything wakes. The morning light reveals multiple horses, some grouped and some standing alone. Lilli's brow furrows and she wonders how she is supposed to do this whole recruiting thing. What does she say? How does that whole conversation even go about? She knows enough of Beqanna to know that the Field is where the whole search starts, that those who come here are looking for a home. Winds help me, she prays as she steps past the treeline and emerges into the open Field.
She doesn't like the openness of this place and she wonders if the world can see her uncertainty. (Would they be disappointed in her? Valerio and Aletta, they who had fought wars and lead kingdoms, what would they think?) You have faced much worse, she tells herself and steels herself to keep walking. But still, something about the Field makes her feel vulnerable, laid bare, and Lilli is ready to turn back, to turn around and forget that she had even thought of inviting somebody back to Taiga when she sees Everlee.
There is something sweet about, something soft and kind that draws Lilli away from her insecurities and towards her instead. A small smile graces her features and the crimson girl dips her head in greeting, "Good morning." She doesn't come too close out of respect and stops a few feet in front of her. A dimple forms, "You've picked a beautiful spot to start the day. The light here is lovely." The chestnut turns her head to admire the horizon, towards the mountains she can only assume, is Hyaline.
Her attention soon returns back to Everlee, smiling brightly and her blue eyes keen on her newfound companion. "I'm Lilli. Who might you be?"
LILLIANA
i left home on account of snow
(buried all the things i know)
(buried all the things i know)
@[Everlee]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind