08-10-2019, 08:32 PM
This crowd might be entirely too “fast” one for a girl like Lilli.
She is naive, very innocent and still learning so much about the world around her. It can perhaps be blamed on her mother who had been so intent on shielding her from the world's horrors. Maybe, if there is any blame to be had, it can be laid at the hooves of her elder brother who wanted so much to protect her from anything that might dim the light she carries. Lilli has always been sheltered, barricaded away from the wide world that could do her any harm.
Even in a place like Murmuring Rivers, a place her mother had hoped to be too small to be of any particular notice, the wide world had found its way in.
It doesn’t take much for Lilli to give up the last of her hesitance towards Brigade. Perhaps there should have been more resistance there, perhaps she shouldn’t forgive so easily but she does. The moment his gaze meets hers with the reflection of an apology, Lilli is able to find a tentative smile for the dark red stallion. The smile is a ghost of the one she usually wears but it is still there, quiet and soft in the obscurity of night. At his comment, it grows a little and Lilli is even able to find a muted form of her laughter. It is short and light, a response to his own repentant joke.
Of the other three she has met this night, it is Vastra who earns the respect in her blue-eyed gaze. She observes the mare as she offers a polite reply to Brigade but interestingly enough doesn’t offer her own name. This ripples across Lilli’s face in shades of curiosity as she tilts her head to the creamy Vastra, trying to regard the winged-mare more clearly. It is only the harshness of Brunhilde’s words that take her away from the other mare and her attention is immediately held by the sunset mare as she speaks with a ferocity, an intensity that Lilli can’t quite comprehend. The mare speaks coldly, cusses and them smiles with all the warmth of a viper.
Any understanding that Lilli has vanished and she turns those blues eyes to Brigade, partly horrified by Brunhilde’s words and partly curious as to how the stallion will respond to them. All it takes is one sweeping glance at the antlered stallion and the crimson girl is immediately reminded of a palomino filly, recently orphaned and arrived at her mother’s borders. That filly might have been defined as ‘broody’ as well. The chestnut doesn’t know a thing about Brigade. She doesn’t know his history or upbringing, what pains or haunts him. He might not be afflicted by anything but Lilli finds herself believing that whatever makes Brigade this way, he is entitled to those emotions.
”Well good thing this isn’t all about you then,” she retorts, the words coming out before she has had time to process them. Her blue eyes move away from the stallion and regard Brunhilde, taking in her beauty and hostility as they meld together. Lilliana holds her gaze firmly, refusing to look away. ”Lilliana,” she offers to the trio, realizing that she is the only one to offer her name besides Brigade. She finds herself intrigued by the fire mare but Lilli holds her tongue, not wishing to incite any more wrath that might set them all ablaze.
@[brigade]
She is naive, very innocent and still learning so much about the world around her. It can perhaps be blamed on her mother who had been so intent on shielding her from the world's horrors. Maybe, if there is any blame to be had, it can be laid at the hooves of her elder brother who wanted so much to protect her from anything that might dim the light she carries. Lilli has always been sheltered, barricaded away from the wide world that could do her any harm.
Even in a place like Murmuring Rivers, a place her mother had hoped to be too small to be of any particular notice, the wide world had found its way in.
It doesn’t take much for Lilli to give up the last of her hesitance towards Brigade. Perhaps there should have been more resistance there, perhaps she shouldn’t forgive so easily but she does. The moment his gaze meets hers with the reflection of an apology, Lilli is able to find a tentative smile for the dark red stallion. The smile is a ghost of the one she usually wears but it is still there, quiet and soft in the obscurity of night. At his comment, it grows a little and Lilli is even able to find a muted form of her laughter. It is short and light, a response to his own repentant joke.
Of the other three she has met this night, it is Vastra who earns the respect in her blue-eyed gaze. She observes the mare as she offers a polite reply to Brigade but interestingly enough doesn’t offer her own name. This ripples across Lilli’s face in shades of curiosity as she tilts her head to the creamy Vastra, trying to regard the winged-mare more clearly. It is only the harshness of Brunhilde’s words that take her away from the other mare and her attention is immediately held by the sunset mare as she speaks with a ferocity, an intensity that Lilli can’t quite comprehend. The mare speaks coldly, cusses and them smiles with all the warmth of a viper.
Any understanding that Lilli has vanished and she turns those blues eyes to Brigade, partly horrified by Brunhilde’s words and partly curious as to how the stallion will respond to them. All it takes is one sweeping glance at the antlered stallion and the crimson girl is immediately reminded of a palomino filly, recently orphaned and arrived at her mother’s borders. That filly might have been defined as ‘broody’ as well. The chestnut doesn’t know a thing about Brigade. She doesn’t know his history or upbringing, what pains or haunts him. He might not be afflicted by anything but Lilli finds herself believing that whatever makes Brigade this way, he is entitled to those emotions.
”Well good thing this isn’t all about you then,” she retorts, the words coming out before she has had time to process them. Her blue eyes move away from the stallion and regard Brunhilde, taking in her beauty and hostility as they meld together. Lilliana holds her gaze firmly, refusing to look away. ”Lilliana,” she offers to the trio, realizing that she is the only one to offer her name besides Brigade. She finds herself intrigued by the fire mare but Lilli holds her tongue, not wishing to incite any more wrath that might set them all ablaze.
@[brigade]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind