It is the scent of a hundred thousand flowers that fills her nostrils.
The smell dances forward, bringing forth a hundred thousand memories. Days when kingdoms were made in the clouds, when Lilli could hear the meaning and magic behind birdsong, when she hadn’t learned yet exactly how cruel life could be. Her story had been a much simpler one then without all the knots and tangles that time can bring. The embrace of the wind softens her as it plays and teases those curling tendrils. It’s a familiar touch in a world that still remains so much of a mystery to the young mare.
Like the stallion who stands beside her.
When the admission (because what else can she call it?) slips through her lips, when the blue meets the intense green of Wolfbane, Lilli feels the rush of heat beneath her skin. It’s more than that – a wildfire comes to life underneath her crimson coat. All it takes is a look from him to ignite the flame, to bring it roaring to life.
When the winged mare approaches, Lilli averts her gaze respectfully. Her eyes drop to the gravel below them until she notices the flowers that seem to follow so closely in Noah’s wake. Lilli uses this chance to study them: the delicate pinks, gentle blues, saintly whites that sway gently in the autumn breeze. She marvels at their creation, at what kind of lovely creature Noah must be if even the flowers can’t bear to part from her. An ear swivels to Noah’s soft voice but Lilli, feeling intrusive, tries to give them the time they deserve to exchange their greetings. The crimson girl doesn’t have Bane’s experiences or his ability to change emotions so swiftly and she needs the time to contain the firestorm that still crackles and flares within her.
She can hear Bane’s warm humor and she feels it as he greets Noah. His affection for her is heard in every syllable and Lilli lifts those laughing eyes to smile at her, eager to meet the mare that he describes as his friend. ”It’s wonderful to meet you, Noah.” The stallion tilts his nose towards Lilliana and the corner of her lips tug upward more as her gaze dances curiously between the pair. There was history here and the russet mare found herself wondering what that was. Foalhood playmates perhaps? More pieces of a never-ending puzzle, she thinks.
”Brilliant Pampas is stunning,” she adds when Wolfbane finishes his compliment. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many wildflowers in one place.” Lilliana means it. It rivals any meadow she has seen and the expression on her face is bright with the earnestness of her words. She takes one more sweeping glance of the beauty that seems to come from every corner before her gaze settles on Noah and Wolfbane. The golden stallion speaks again and Lilli tilts her head to him, wondering where he intends to take the conversation. She studies Wolfbane for just a moment and then afraid to let her gaze linger any longer, she looks to Noah intrigued to learn more about the land of wildflowers and its leader.
The smell dances forward, bringing forth a hundred thousand memories. Days when kingdoms were made in the clouds, when Lilli could hear the meaning and magic behind birdsong, when she hadn’t learned yet exactly how cruel life could be. Her story had been a much simpler one then without all the knots and tangles that time can bring. The embrace of the wind softens her as it plays and teases those curling tendrils. It’s a familiar touch in a world that still remains so much of a mystery to the young mare.
Like the stallion who stands beside her.
When the admission (because what else can she call it?) slips through her lips, when the blue meets the intense green of Wolfbane, Lilli feels the rush of heat beneath her skin. It’s more than that – a wildfire comes to life underneath her crimson coat. All it takes is a look from him to ignite the flame, to bring it roaring to life.
When the winged mare approaches, Lilli averts her gaze respectfully. Her eyes drop to the gravel below them until she notices the flowers that seem to follow so closely in Noah’s wake. Lilli uses this chance to study them: the delicate pinks, gentle blues, saintly whites that sway gently in the autumn breeze. She marvels at their creation, at what kind of lovely creature Noah must be if even the flowers can’t bear to part from her. An ear swivels to Noah’s soft voice but Lilli, feeling intrusive, tries to give them the time they deserve to exchange their greetings. The crimson girl doesn’t have Bane’s experiences or his ability to change emotions so swiftly and she needs the time to contain the firestorm that still crackles and flares within her.
She can hear Bane’s warm humor and she feels it as he greets Noah. His affection for her is heard in every syllable and Lilli lifts those laughing eyes to smile at her, eager to meet the mare that he describes as his friend. ”It’s wonderful to meet you, Noah.” The stallion tilts his nose towards Lilliana and the corner of her lips tug upward more as her gaze dances curiously between the pair. There was history here and the russet mare found herself wondering what that was. Foalhood playmates perhaps? More pieces of a never-ending puzzle, she thinks.
”Brilliant Pampas is stunning,” she adds when Wolfbane finishes his compliment. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many wildflowers in one place.” Lilliana means it. It rivals any meadow she has seen and the expression on her face is bright with the earnestness of her words. She takes one more sweeping glance of the beauty that seems to come from every corner before her gaze settles on Noah and Wolfbane. The golden stallion speaks again and Lilli tilts her head to him, wondering where he intends to take the conversation. She studies Wolfbane for just a moment and then afraid to let her gaze linger any longer, she looks to Noah intrigued to learn more about the land of wildflowers and its leader.
LILLIANA
i left home on account of snow
(buried all the things i know)
(buried all the things i know)
@[Noah] @[Wolfbane]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind