Lost in the deep end // Lilli

[lilliana]

Lilliana gives one small, firm shake of her head. Tyr seeks to put her worries to rest, and she appreciates that he tries, she does. It doesn't stop the admonishments in her mind but the look she casts him is a grateful one. Still, as he said, he made it through alright. That was something to be thankful for when the winter here was trying enough. And there is a resilient spirit in Tyr, she thinks. A light that was entirely different than the one that Antares shares with him.

And then thought freezes as he says more.

"Somebody gave you trouble?" she asks, the words coming out much colder than she intended. In Taiga? There were troubles enough outside their borders, with Loess and Nerine both staking their claim. But inside? Perhaps it is because Lilliana has been forced from one home too many - perhaps it is because of creatures like Maverick and Frostbane and Ostere that forced them to be always moving - but the only solid thing she has is the ground beneath her hooves. In spite of everything else that has happened, Taiga has been the one consistency since the moment she arrived here and the thought that something has happened inside Taiga that ignites a spark. 

"If you have any more problems," comes the saber-edged words, drawn and ready. Her voice is quiet and an octave lower than it usually is. "Find me."

What she will do, she doesn't yet know. But there is something within her that is so tired of this. She is so tired of the worry, of the anxiety that wondering about all these looming 'threats' and if they will actually amount to anything. Will they fade into the silence of history or will they actually bring about the drums of war? Lilliana, as frustrated as it makes her, has no control over the things that happen on Beqanna's grander stage. That is something far about her and Tyr - but within Taiga? Within Taiga, she might be able to make a difference.

She hopes, anyways. 
It's what Lilliana always does. That hope that never seems to waver - that lights into an entirely different emotion now. 

Her lean form is taut with that momentary anger. It isn't something that comes often but when it does, those blue eyes turn into shards of ice. That gentleness burns into a quiet ferocity - an ember that threatens to build into an inferno. There are more ideas that dawn, things that are being realized against the blazing edges of her mind. A quiet exhale - the only sign she gives to the fury (and helplessness) she feels - emits softly between the celestial stallion and chestnut mare.

Stop, she thinks.

She wanted a career in diplomacy. She had wanted something and so here she is, sliding further behind a wall of responsibility and concern. "East or west?" she chimes, eager to change the subject. "I can't promise that our beaches are as tropical as Ischia's but they do have their own rugged charm," she adds with a smile that comes easier than before.

@[Tyr]