It's funny, standing here in Beqanna. She recalls Paraiso at this moment. She remembers the waterfall, the hum of it vibrating in her ears. She had heard so much about that waterfall. Her brother had called it a beacon, a sound that could always call them home. She remembers admiring the beauty of the land that should have been her birthplace. Lilli had appreciated its tropical beauty, the sweet breezes that smelled of running water. It had been lovely.. and yet, she remembers wanting something more. She had thought that returning to the land of her ancestors, the place where generations of her kin had been born before her, would stir something in her soul. But she had barely been a yearling then, an age when grand ideas are easy to come by and wishful thinking is easy to conjure. There had been an appreciation for the ancient valley. But that been it.
There had been no inner calling, no signs from the gods, nothing in this place where her father had been born and drawn his last breathe that told Lilli this was home.
She wasn't sure what she had expected when she came to Beqanna. Time has given and taken a little more from the chestnut mare. But there is still enough of the filly in her that thought.. maybe, just maybe something might tell her that this is where she was meant to be. That these steps forward she is taking are the right ones, that while they take her away from everything that she has ever loved and known, they are steps to a future and a life of her own. Such a large, looming moment that is spurred on by the careful steps of the chestnut mare. What had she expected? A whisper in the wind, an answer in the birdsong, a sign from the blue sky above? The meadow before her invites her further and the crimson girl allows it to beckon her further and Lilliana tries to let the thought think in, let the realization come that this is the setting of so many of her mother's stories. She tries to let the feeling dawn but the only thing that comes is the sensation of the grass brushing underneath her stomach, each golden tendril taking her thoughts further from the moment.
Lilli looks up, blue eyes staring searchingly into what seems like a vast azure sky. The clouds rolls here as they did as any other place she has ever known. It's an oddly comforting thought. She watched them billow and roll past and its so easy to remember every shape she has ever conjured, all the castles she imagined and the kingdoms that must exist above. As a young filly, she often created whole courts - kings and their regal queens, the noble knights and lovely ladies. Her cousin had often scoffed at her, ready to run and stretch her legs, ready to let her mane and tail fly while Lilli would have been content to dream and cloudgaze. But the musing is interrupted today, the recollections of her time as a filly underneath Murmuring Rivers sky left behind as the form of a flying equine calls her attention away. Her blue eyes go round, childlike as she she watches him.
He is a stunning creature, shining gold and brilliant blue. His wings give him a look of majesty and for a second, the young mare is awed. She sees his lip twitch upward and for a second, her heart hammers. Oh, she thinks. Oh, this has all been a mistake. But then the stranger points skyward, indicates that he had seen her from above. Lilli follows his gaze up, staring at the empty space where had once been. Her heart races faster but the chestnut eases her inner turmoil somehow, quells that wild heart and looks back to the winged stallion. The moment hangs as Lilli tries to find her words and somehow, she grasps them. "I don't know," comes the honest, chiming tones. "This was the only part I had planned.. once I got here, I hadn't quite thought about what would come next."
wolfbane
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind