you got a cold hard truth
i got a bottle of whiskey but i got no proof
She almost grimaces as soon as the words leave her mouth.
There is a chagrined look that shadows across her delicate features before she catches it - stores it away like a child might keep fireflies in a jar. Another emotion will light up her face in a moment, anyways. As a diplomat of the Taiga, she had always enjoyed greeting newcomers at their borders.
It had been one of her favorite responsibilities.
The previous winter, Aten’s disappearance, motherhood - these are all things that have somehow intercepted her time instead.
The brute is large; easily one of the biggest stallions she has ever come across and Lilliana makes no motion to come towards him. He gives no indication of harm, nothing in his posture makes her inclined to think that he intends to wreak havoc in Taiga. He’s intimidating - she’ll give him that, especially with those pointed teeth. But the little copper mare also knows that there is so often more lurking beneath the coats of horses. That there is so much more to the story than what is simply written on the page.
Her blue eyes glance down to see where the water drips from his stomach and looking up again says, "There are no trespassers in Taiga.” Not in the one that she dares to imagine, that she dreams of. (Well, perhaps one but then Lilliana has convinced herself that Nashua and Yanhua’s father would never dare to come this far North.)
The smile on her face twists into something impish, "Lilliana.” The chestnut gives her head a light shake to move her curling forelock out her face and takes a moment to admire the Redwoods with him, looking up as high as a tree could ever hope to reach. "And you won’t find another wood like this one.” The words are said with a strong sense of pride. "A forest of Immortals,” she grins as she meets the blinding white of his eyes.
Her slender head tilts towards him as she studies the soaked Draft stallion, "What current carried you our way?”
There is a chagrined look that shadows across her delicate features before she catches it - stores it away like a child might keep fireflies in a jar. Another emotion will light up her face in a moment, anyways. As a diplomat of the Taiga, she had always enjoyed greeting newcomers at their borders.
It had been one of her favorite responsibilities.
The previous winter, Aten’s disappearance, motherhood - these are all things that have somehow intercepted her time instead.
The brute is large; easily one of the biggest stallions she has ever come across and Lilliana makes no motion to come towards him. He gives no indication of harm, nothing in his posture makes her inclined to think that he intends to wreak havoc in Taiga. He’s intimidating - she’ll give him that, especially with those pointed teeth. But the little copper mare also knows that there is so often more lurking beneath the coats of horses. That there is so much more to the story than what is simply written on the page.
Her blue eyes glance down to see where the water drips from his stomach and looking up again says, "There are no trespassers in Taiga.” Not in the one that she dares to imagine, that she dreams of. (Well, perhaps one but then Lilliana has convinced herself that Nashua and Yanhua’s father would never dare to come this far North.)
The smile on her face twists into something impish, "Lilliana.” The chestnut gives her head a light shake to move her curling forelock out her face and takes a moment to admire the Redwoods with him, looking up as high as a tree could ever hope to reach. "And you won’t find another wood like this one.” The words are said with a strong sense of pride. "A forest of Immortals,” she grins as she meets the blinding white of his eyes.
Her slender head tilts towards him as she studies the soaked Draft stallion, "What current carried you our way?”
LILLIANA
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind