There are moments - especially in times like now - where she would do anything to absolve the pain of her loved ones. The chestnut mare stands behind her tobiano son but she can feel his anger crashing against her like the not far-away waves of the Nerinian coast. He is wildfire fury and it burns against the vestiges of her heavy heart.
They hadn't been able to save Brazen, to find a cure for her. That was no longer a gift that Lilliana possessed since the moorlands had lost the protection of the Magician, Brennen. But it had been her power to create a quiet place where Reave could mourn the loss of his birth mother. It had been in her power to allow them both time to come to terms with a loss (that will never make sense to Lilliana, regardless of how long she might grieve her friend). Popinjay had taken that from her - clutched an opportunity in her raptor-like talons and flown away with any of those possibilities.
Her youngest boy stiffens and lifts his head and all she wants to do is take him away from this.
Their world is an extremely harsh place. It leaves little room for emotions like joy or happiness and when they do come, the moments are both precious and fleeting. Reave isn't unfamiliar with this - the child had lost his mother before he learned to stand - and yet Lilliana is furious with Popinjay for not allowing her son what little peace he might have had.
There are flashes before her blue eyes - glimpses of stone-Brazen that are not her own - before the colt leaps forward into @[Popinjay]'s garden. It takes her a moment to realize what has happened, a shock that spreads from the heavy dread in her gut in a slow-moving ache to every part of her. Her soul feels like it has turned to stone, like she might become a statue as her deceased friend had.
Lilliana's blue eyes linger on what remains before they lift blazing up to the Rook. Was this what she had intended?
lmao have a post where lilliana says absolutely nothing at all
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind