Lilliana has been raised with a set of principles that tell her she should know better. She does know better. Every fiber in her being screams that as she smiles to the Commandant of Taiga, completely unable to help the heady feeling he gives her.
When he asks her to accompany him on a diplomatic mission to the Brilliant Pampas, she can’t help the trill of her heart. It rises and skips and it takes everything in her to keep it from flying out of her chest. In the back of her mind, there is a warning. She should say no. She should come up with a thousand reasons as to why she shouldn’t agree to this and yet, she does.
It is entirely too easy to tell him yes.
Lilli follows him through Taiga’s guarded woods, past the empire Redwoods that seem to touch the wild blue sky above. Autumn casts a spell above and the leaves have turned. The pair journey between Sylva’s forests and the hills of Loess, away from the only path that Lilli knows – a well-worn trail to Hyaline. Curiosity has piqued her blue eyes as she manages to observe the lands that parallel them on both sides. Beqanna isn’t so much of a riddle as it once was but there something to admire in the loveliness of Sylva’s woods, in the way the leaves all blaze such demanding hues of reds, yellows, and oranges. The density of those woods reminds Lilli somewhat of Taiga but for some reason, her woods don’t feel so... foreboding.
On the other side is Loess and every once in a while, the chestnut mare will gaze out on its rocky hills. It is Loess that reminds her of Paraiso, the ancestral seat of her family. The thought oddly enough doesn’t bring the familiar ache of longing, only an observation or recollection to her brief time in the ancient valley nestled among the mountains. Lilli loses herself for a while in the quiet. The trail is empty except for them and part of her thinks, searches for something to say but the silence seems the safest.
The golden stallion broaches the silence first and Lilli glances to him, taking a moment to contemplate his question. It’s an easy one, something that she doesn’t have to think much about. ”Yes,” and then unable to help herself, she smiles. ”I haven't been getting lost on a regular basis so that's been nice.” It’s a deprecating joke with some truth in it. Taiga and her woods have been somewhat daunting to the chestnut as she has tried to learn her way around them and to learn the faces that dwell beneath them. She knows a few but the territory is growing and there is always a new one to be found, an indication that the forest isn’t as empty as it seems.
The stallion flexes his withers and Lilli tries to pretend that her attention is anywhere but him - that she isn’t aware of his posture, of the strength of his back, of the proud way he holds his head. The way he changes his shape reminds that this land and its inhabitants are so impossibly full of magic. They seem to wield as easy as they do breathing. And still, it mystifies her. The question hangs on the tip of her tongue and she wants to know what exactly he can do. But she stops herself, not quite sure if Wolfbane would consider that a prying and personal question.
He teases her and as much as Lilli tries to help it, as much as she tries to hide every part of her that wants to glow, she fails. There is something so completely arresting about Wolfbane and the tug that she feels towards him is magnetic, always pulling her a little closer, always bringing her a little closer to the flame. ”I’m happy to oblige,” she teases back, falling into this regular rhythm they seem to be finding.
The closer they get to the Brilliant Pampas, the more this land brings recollections of where Lilli had been born. The scent of running water, of wildflowers, fill her nostrils and longing comes across her crimson features. For a moment, it is so easy to imagine that this place might have been home. Her ear tips back to Bane, listening to his next words but of all the things he says, the only thing she hears is this: that he worries she might not come back to Taiga.
Everything in her goes silent and she knows this is wrong. This is all completely and horribly wrong. But her head shakes gently, trying to fill the void that is growing inside her and trying to steady heat that boils in her veins. "I doubt it," she says. And somehow, from somewhere, she finds the courage to meet his hazel eyes. "Taiga suits me just fine." It's meant as another joke, a silly reply. But it doesn't feel that way - it feels like a confession.
She swallows and then looks away, turns her blue eyes to the wildflowers that adorn the landscape here. The chestnut mare thinks and tries to turn her attention to the reason why Wolfbane asked her to accompany him. Lilli finds a sliver of will and irons herself to that, clings to it like a lifeline and sets herself to the task at hand. Another exhale, another release of whatever thoughts whirl around in her mind and she looks back to Wolfbane again, sincere in her questions. "What is Noah like? And the Pampas? It's lovely.. but what is its history?"
@[Wolfbane] @[Noah]
When he asks her to accompany him on a diplomatic mission to the Brilliant Pampas, she can’t help the trill of her heart. It rises and skips and it takes everything in her to keep it from flying out of her chest. In the back of her mind, there is a warning. She should say no. She should come up with a thousand reasons as to why she shouldn’t agree to this and yet, she does.
It is entirely too easy to tell him yes.
Lilli follows him through Taiga’s guarded woods, past the empire Redwoods that seem to touch the wild blue sky above. Autumn casts a spell above and the leaves have turned. The pair journey between Sylva’s forests and the hills of Loess, away from the only path that Lilli knows – a well-worn trail to Hyaline. Curiosity has piqued her blue eyes as she manages to observe the lands that parallel them on both sides. Beqanna isn’t so much of a riddle as it once was but there something to admire in the loveliness of Sylva’s woods, in the way the leaves all blaze such demanding hues of reds, yellows, and oranges. The density of those woods reminds Lilli somewhat of Taiga but for some reason, her woods don’t feel so... foreboding.
On the other side is Loess and every once in a while, the chestnut mare will gaze out on its rocky hills. It is Loess that reminds her of Paraiso, the ancestral seat of her family. The thought oddly enough doesn’t bring the familiar ache of longing, only an observation or recollection to her brief time in the ancient valley nestled among the mountains. Lilli loses herself for a while in the quiet. The trail is empty except for them and part of her thinks, searches for something to say but the silence seems the safest.
The golden stallion broaches the silence first and Lilli glances to him, taking a moment to contemplate his question. It’s an easy one, something that she doesn’t have to think much about. ”Yes,” and then unable to help herself, she smiles. ”I haven't been getting lost on a regular basis so that's been nice.” It’s a deprecating joke with some truth in it. Taiga and her woods have been somewhat daunting to the chestnut as she has tried to learn her way around them and to learn the faces that dwell beneath them. She knows a few but the territory is growing and there is always a new one to be found, an indication that the forest isn’t as empty as it seems.
The stallion flexes his withers and Lilli tries to pretend that her attention is anywhere but him - that she isn’t aware of his posture, of the strength of his back, of the proud way he holds his head. The way he changes his shape reminds that this land and its inhabitants are so impossibly full of magic. They seem to wield as easy as they do breathing. And still, it mystifies her. The question hangs on the tip of her tongue and she wants to know what exactly he can do. But she stops herself, not quite sure if Wolfbane would consider that a prying and personal question.
He teases her and as much as Lilli tries to help it, as much as she tries to hide every part of her that wants to glow, she fails. There is something so completely arresting about Wolfbane and the tug that she feels towards him is magnetic, always pulling her a little closer, always bringing her a little closer to the flame. ”I’m happy to oblige,” she teases back, falling into this regular rhythm they seem to be finding.
The closer they get to the Brilliant Pampas, the more this land brings recollections of where Lilli had been born. The scent of running water, of wildflowers, fill her nostrils and longing comes across her crimson features. For a moment, it is so easy to imagine that this place might have been home. Her ear tips back to Bane, listening to his next words but of all the things he says, the only thing she hears is this: that he worries she might not come back to Taiga.
Everything in her goes silent and she knows this is wrong. This is all completely and horribly wrong. But her head shakes gently, trying to fill the void that is growing inside her and trying to steady heat that boils in her veins. "I doubt it," she says. And somehow, from somewhere, she finds the courage to meet his hazel eyes. "Taiga suits me just fine." It's meant as another joke, a silly reply. But it doesn't feel that way - it feels like a confession.
She swallows and then looks away, turns her blue eyes to the wildflowers that adorn the landscape here. The chestnut mare thinks and tries to turn her attention to the reason why Wolfbane asked her to accompany him. Lilli finds a sliver of will and irons herself to that, clings to it like a lifeline and sets herself to the task at hand. Another exhale, another release of whatever thoughts whirl around in her mind and she looks back to Wolfbane again, sincere in her questions. "What is Noah like? And the Pampas? It's lovely.. but what is its history?"
@[Wolfbane] @[Noah]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind