These nights never go to plan; Lilliana

[voracity]

The autumn weather is what draws him back towards the forests. For what seemed like ages the young colt had disappeared into the beyond trying to discover whether or not the power he sought even existed. Unfortunately for him he still hadn't found it. Though that didn't mean he was ready to give up. Simply that it was time to take a much needed break and possibly discover a different approach. Sometimes faith is all that's needed. At least that's what his father used to tell him.

Long slender legs carried the teenager through the trees with a smooth elegance as the cool air wrapped around him in a gentle embrace. The smallest of chills ran down his spine as the sound of wolves howling carried through the trees. He was home. This was where it had all started. His great grandfather had discovered this place and now he had the chance to do so himself. 

Izora had been a kind and welcoming face when he had made his way here as a young colt not more than a few months old. She had easily accepted him to the forest and allowed him to stay and he was more then grateful for her kindness. While seeing her now would be wonderful, it was time he expanded his horizons and got to know the rest of the members that lived here.

This time he sought Lilliana. He had known back then that she had been the other leader of Taiga, though he hadn't had the pleasure of getting to know her. This time that would certainly change. For what feels like hours the colt makes his way through the trees in search of the mare he had heard so much about and when he finally finds her he comes to a stop, a simple nicker exiting his lips in greeting.

"Lilliana," his voice is deeper then it used to be - quiet yet warm and inviting. "I can't remember if we've met." It's a half truth. He's almost certain they haven't, but he never has been great with his memory, even as a young colt. "I'm Voracity."

@[lilliana]

[lilliana]

Lilliana was the daughter of a religious man.

Her father always believed in their ancestors and their belief that the winds would always blow them where they were meant to be. As a youth, she had found his confidence in their gods assuring. It had been her mother, Aletta, who had always said that a future was made, not foretold. The stars could point a wanderer in any direction but it was the traveler who ultimately decided to take the journey.

She's always lingered somewhere in the middle of her parent's beliefs.

Some things are always meant to happen. They are like the points in a constellation. How each star was brought into creation didn't matter; it would have happened whether one went dark in another galaxy or a trillion others were born in another. Some things are always fated to happen, however much she might want to rail against it, and the only thing to do was to travel with as much self-awareness and caution that a soul could muster.

You never know when something might fall out of alignment. The path you travel could veer another off their own. Worlds shift and the constant flux of life should be heeded with as much care as one might give to the tides or wax and wane of the moon.

The chestnut mare tries to be aware of as much as she can but raising three children consumes much of her time. There are the nights she stays awake with Leonidas, learning what she can of the cosmos and the galaxies. There are plenty of grandchildren within the Redwoods for her to dote on and Lilliana spends as much time with Reynard, Cheri, and Memorie as she can. There are the concerns that she harbors for Taiga and shares with her son, Yanhua, and the hope she gets with hearing each new idea that he and Amarine dream between them. Borderline helps grow new ideas as well, with each plant and tree that she heals.

Taiga remains much as it has always been; small and quiet and full of ghosts. Lilliana doesn't seek to change that but she has her own ideas for the future and what it could look like beneath these majestic trees. Maintaining peace with Leilan helps that as well as an alliance with Tephra. But there is still more to come, more she will share with her fellow Taigan's but the young stallion approaching her is a step towards that direction.

She keeps a careful eye on a copse tree nearby where the conspiratorial laughter of her youngest set of twins can be heard and the chestnut nods in greeting to @[voracity]. "I don't think we've had the pleasure," she tells him. Lilliana tilts her slender head in his way and smiles, "You've been in Taiga for some time now, yes?"