01-22-2020, 01:07 AM
she wanted what every young heart wanted —
for something beautiful to find her beautiful.
for something beautiful to find her beautiful.
Secretly, she is surprised when the lion comes with her. She had whispered her soft invite into the wildness of his mane but never had she expected that he would actually agree. She did not yet understand the connection that had forged between them; she did not understand the way her heart had seen him in a way her eyes never could, because she still doesn’t even know who he is.
But Lilt, in all of her young, unbridled naivety, didn’t care at all.
Whoever he is, she cannot help but to feel like he is hers; like a million stars must have lined up to make sure that their paths crossed on that cold, lonely mountain. Destiny was strange like that, she would come to find. More had gone into their making than her mind could possibly comprehend, but she does not have to consider that now.
For now, it is just him and her, both of them alight in the glow of the stars and the moon.
She leads him towards Sylva, carefree and unafraid. The moonlight pours a watery path, and she follows it until it is swallowed by the autumn-colored trees of her home. With a tip of her head she smiles at him, a bubble of excitement rising in her chest at the idea of sharing some place she considered special. Loess held most of her parents’ history, but for Lilt, she has only ever known Sylva. “We’re here,” she says, stepping easily along a well-worn path. “My mother is who looks over Sylva. She should be around here somewhere – I think she would love to meet you.”
There is no caution or hesitation when they round a particularly thick copse of trees and come nearly face to face with the star-dappled mare that has just emerged from the shadows. Lilt, oblivious, offers her mother a brilliant smile, but it quickly withers away, and the introduction she was about to make dies on her tongue when she sees the cool, frigid way her mother is looking at the lion at her side.
With a calculated tilt of her head, and a simper that unfurls like fog across her lips, Starsin purrs in a voice that is far too sweet, “Hello, Lie. How kind of you to escort my daughter home.”
But Lilt, in all of her young, unbridled naivety, didn’t care at all.
Whoever he is, she cannot help but to feel like he is hers; like a million stars must have lined up to make sure that their paths crossed on that cold, lonely mountain. Destiny was strange like that, she would come to find. More had gone into their making than her mind could possibly comprehend, but she does not have to consider that now.
For now, it is just him and her, both of them alight in the glow of the stars and the moon.
She leads him towards Sylva, carefree and unafraid. The moonlight pours a watery path, and she follows it until it is swallowed by the autumn-colored trees of her home. With a tip of her head she smiles at him, a bubble of excitement rising in her chest at the idea of sharing some place she considered special. Loess held most of her parents’ history, but for Lilt, she has only ever known Sylva. “We’re here,” she says, stepping easily along a well-worn path. “My mother is who looks over Sylva. She should be around here somewhere – I think she would love to meet you.”
There is no caution or hesitation when they round a particularly thick copse of trees and come nearly face to face with the star-dappled mare that has just emerged from the shadows. Lilt, oblivious, offers her mother a brilliant smile, but it quickly withers away, and the introduction she was about to make dies on her tongue when she sees the cool, frigid way her mother is looking at the lion at her side.
With a calculated tilt of her head, and a simper that unfurls like fog across her lips, Starsin purrs in a voice that is far too sweet, “Hello, Lie. How kind of you to escort my daughter home.”
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