04-04-2020, 05:48 PM
She had promised them a trip.
Lilliana’s own upbringing had been such a sheltered one that she is determined to give her boys the advantage of seeing as many places and introducing them to as many faces as she can. It hadn’t been a bad one. And where else would she have gone? Everything that Lilliana had ever known - everything that had mattered to her - had been in Murmuring Rivers. Her imagination might have taken her to faraway places but her hooves had always stayed right where she was told too.
The chestnut mare had been three years old when she took her first real trip into the world and she realized how sorely blinded that remaining in her foalhood home had left her.
In the case of her sons, she is determined that they are not left with the same disadvantage she had been. In the case of her eldest, Nashua who drinks adventure and thrives on unpredictability, his copper head is tossed to the wind and the young pegasus is all kicking heels. He spurs Yanhua into short bursts of racing and their mother simply shakes her head. Their energy seems endless to her and Lilliana (finally) gets a break when they reach the alabaster beaches of Paradise.
The twins seem to take their turns flagging their tails, flaring their nostrils and raising their heads at the sight of a new place.
Lilliana can’t help the smile that lights up her dark mouth. Despite her earlier apprehension of taking them away from the North, she is glad they came. They have seen the ocean before. She has made sure they know it's rhythm and has even attempted at amusing them with stories about what might exist at the edges of the world. The sea in the North is often cold and angry. She is glad to give them a glimpse that while life exists in other places, in other kingdoms, there are things that are the same and some that are different. "They are sisters,” she says to them, her crimson head motioning towards the ocean. "Where Nerine’s sea is blown angrily from the East,” she states, "Ischia’s is embraced from the North and South.”
It isn’t long before they are wading their ankles and racing the wind again - the one that pushes the Beqanna currents in all directions - and Lilliana looks behind her to study the jungle, hoping for the familiar antlered form of her friend, @[Velkan].
Lilliana’s own upbringing had been such a sheltered one that she is determined to give her boys the advantage of seeing as many places and introducing them to as many faces as she can. It hadn’t been a bad one. And where else would she have gone? Everything that Lilliana had ever known - everything that had mattered to her - had been in Murmuring Rivers. Her imagination might have taken her to faraway places but her hooves had always stayed right where she was told too.
The chestnut mare had been three years old when she took her first real trip into the world and she realized how sorely blinded that remaining in her foalhood home had left her.
In the case of her sons, she is determined that they are not left with the same disadvantage she had been. In the case of her eldest, Nashua who drinks adventure and thrives on unpredictability, his copper head is tossed to the wind and the young pegasus is all kicking heels. He spurs Yanhua into short bursts of racing and their mother simply shakes her head. Their energy seems endless to her and Lilliana (finally) gets a break when they reach the alabaster beaches of Paradise.
The twins seem to take their turns flagging their tails, flaring their nostrils and raising their heads at the sight of a new place.
Lilliana can’t help the smile that lights up her dark mouth. Despite her earlier apprehension of taking them away from the North, she is glad they came. They have seen the ocean before. She has made sure they know it's rhythm and has even attempted at amusing them with stories about what might exist at the edges of the world. The sea in the North is often cold and angry. She is glad to give them a glimpse that while life exists in other places, in other kingdoms, there are things that are the same and some that are different. "They are sisters,” she says to them, her crimson head motioning towards the ocean. "Where Nerine’s sea is blown angrily from the East,” she states, "Ischia’s is embraced from the North and South.”
It isn’t long before they are wading their ankles and racing the wind again - the one that pushes the Beqanna currents in all directions - and Lilliana looks behind her to study the jungle, hoping for the familiar antlered form of her friend, @[Velkan].
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind
