must have been the wind; leilan

[lilliana]

There is a momentary pause where Lilliana regards Leilan, where she watches him carefully as he laughs. 

There is something to learn here, she thinks. Something more than what she is seeing - like so many things in Beqanna and all its magic. It seems like an endless thing that comes from the Mountain, so much that it pours over and into the inhabitants of this land. Nobody, she has learned, is ever quite as they seem. 

So she studies Leilan with that knowledge.

She is about to ask him who his niece is. The question is poised on her tongue, ready to be breathed into the winter air as silver smoke. His grin is an inviting one, ready to share something with her and Lilli can feel herself becoming more curious with each quiet breath. Her blue eyes widen as they watch his eyes change: the way that they go from brilliant blue to a fiery orange and back again. There is an exhale, a soft version of her laughter as her inquisitive mind ponders over all those shades he has shown her. Whatever he is, tree-herding seems to be something that he could easily master.

She could ask, she thinks. She could ask what he is but then she decides against it. Magic was in their world for a reason. To give it a name, to call it something, seemed to take away from it somehow. Let Leilan keep his wonder.

And then he reveals another secret. Heartfire is his niece. The Khaleesi, the Queen of the North, is his family. What a tangled web Beqanna is and Lilliana is only beginning to understand the threads that are being woven over her crimson head. Perhaps she still doesn't understand all the implications and ways that fates are being woven around her.

"Do sheep do well on Nerinian cliffs?" she teases back, choosing to ignore all the ways that lives can become intertwined. "But I imagine you are right. I doubt that Heartfire would lose count of her flock."

@[Leilan]