gold cage; hostage to my feelings; lilliana

[lilliana]

The only benefit to hiding in the canyons that Draco had driven her to is that her red coat lends her some camouflage in this desert kingdom. The copper mare often takes to hiding in the shadowed crevasses and gorges in Pangea - making her grateful that she hadn’t been born pale or golden like so many of her bloodline. Though the chasms in the ground would do nothing to silence her thoughts (or the panic in them - how many times did they and her heart flee to Taiga), they helped keep Lilliana out of sight.

(Out of sight, out of mind.)

Most of her days pass like this. The slender mare will find a new one once dusk falls, making sure to do all of her traveling before the resident.. creatures start their night-stalking. The days in Pangea, though, despite the winter season still swelter with heat during the daylight hours and by dusk, Lilliana has to find water. Today, the winds blow in a different direction and the dust that coats Pangea lines her throat as well. 

There will be no waiting until sunset to sneak away from her hideaway.

The Taigan mare slips from one of those dark chasms and emerges into blindingly-bright daylight that almost sends her reeling back into the familiar darkness. When her blue eyes adjust to the noon sun, Lilliana makes sure to move quickly (as fast as her current state will allow her too, anyways) and swiftly like the river she is searching for. 

It’s a bright, clean scent that carries downwind and another, "@[Celina]?”

The copper mare, revealed first by her voice and then her auburn frame, emerges from beneath a copse of dead Acacia trees, disbelief coloring her features. What was she doing here?