Even if the sun never comes back, Lilliana thinks she might be alright. That those who dwell in Taiga would be alright. (There were the shadow horses who existed on the fringes of their little group. They never bother Lilliana or the other Taigans and so the chestnut made sure they were never bothered in return.) Yanhua and Amarine came back from the Mountain with some of the stars perhaps struck from their eyes but she doesn't doubt they will return.
Lilliana doesn't doubt that the Dreamers of Taiga will continue to do so, regardless of the perils or the dangers that they faced. The dark could linger as long as it wished. But Lilliana doesn't doubt that those who reside in Taiga can keep their souls light with dreaming (regardless of everything, she is still the same ever-hopeful girl that she has always been).
It doesn't mean that she wishes her home to unprepared or unprotected. The monsters that roamed Beqanna could just as easily come to Taiga (as she had learned from Nashua). So the chestnut patrols often and the routes of her Redwood home are worn down with the small hoofprints left behind from the flame-marked mare. When Leilan is not in the vicinity or Yanhua has been called away to other responsibilities, Lilliana relentlessly treks from one edge of her Northern home to the other. She travels from the imposing cliffs of Nerine towards the eastern border that runs along the River towards the South where Loess and Tephra and the Pampas exist.
Another day (night?) comes and she finds nothing. Taiga is quiet and Lilliana reminds herself to be grateful for the lull.
The chestnut mare sighs softly, ready to head towards her grove by the sea and the comforting cadence of the waves. It's only the feeling that something isn't... right that gives her pause. She hears nothing. Her blue eyes glance around the few trees and down the trail that she has just followed. She sees nothing. Lilliana lifts her slender head, uncertain but there is only one way to know if something (or someone) is here: "Hello?"
@[Torryn]