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It's a beautiful night, we're lookin' for something dumb to do; Lilliana - Cassian - 01-06-2020 gotta do it in the penthouse If he could sigh right now, he would be doing so. Melodramatically. Unfortunately, as he had discovered too well in the last few months, sand does not have the ability to sigh. Honestly, someone should fix that. Very shortsighted, in his humble opinion. Of course, sand shouldn’t have thoughts either, but he wasn’t going to go there right now. That just led to too many questions he really probably didn’t want answers to. Cassian @[lilliana] RE: It's a beautiful night, we're lookin' for something dumb to do; Lilliana - lilliana - 01-11-2020 Lilliana would wonder about sand. Before the Mountain enveloped her in the fog that led to the forgotten desert, she might have even stared at it beneath her hooves and wondered about the memories it collected. She would have tried to imagine the infinite amount of time it takes for a rock to become a speck, how long it takes to fill an entire desert. She would have thought about the storms and the amount of wind and fury it takes to turn impenetrable stone to a mere grain of sand. But the desert has changed a lot of things. Some nights, when the fog of Taiga dampens her skin and the chill of it lingers too close, she remembers the blaze and dry heat of the desert. She remembers the way that the orange sun could suddenly resemble the manic frenzy of murder in the eyes of a black stallion. Her body can still recoil (in her dreams) against the crack and breaking of bone, of the way that someone could drown in their own blood despite the arid landscape around them. Lilliana remembers and when she wakes with sweat coating her copper coat, she is grateful for the ocean breeze that passes by her. She is grateful for the steady shadows of the Redwoods that embrace her and remind her exactly where she is. In the bright sunshine of the winter morning, Lilliana travels from the northern forest. There is a delicate layer of snow that covers the trees, that pales the scenery around her. And finally, after all this time, the chestnut mare is finding something to admire in the season. She moves away from the protection of the snowcovered pines, away from the River (away from the murmurs of her childhood, away from the reassurance she comes seeking). The day is brilliant and a thin layer of snow glistens promisingly as Lilliana parts from her beloved River. It struggles to laugh as shards of ice have started to dam it up and parts have become silenced under the frozen guard of winters breath. She walks and- Suddenly, there is a weight above her and the copper mare loses her balance. There had been nothing there before and her mind moves to terror as she feels her weight shift to her hindquarters and she springs forward, sprinting away from whatever it was that ... appeared above her. Her quick movements however are not sure-footed ones and the chestnut loses her footing as her back legs end up sliding underneath her to the left and her front ones seek to stop the motion. Instead, Lilliana ends up toppling to the hard ground, her crimson coat becoming covered in mud and snow on the right side. She is gasping for air as she rises and glancing around searchingly until a well-known feeling bubbles in her chest, something that feels like reuniting with an old friend or locating something misplaced that you never thought to find again. It's a familiar feeling as it rings out in peels of silver-smoke laughter. She approaches the black stallion who curses and flails around with the all the grace of an upside-down turtle, "Cassian!" she calls to her former classmate as the laughter tugs into a grin. "Didn't your mother teach you there were better ways to sweep a lady off her feet?" When he finally stands and beams back at her, Lilliana teasingly angles her head to the frozen body of water behind him. "Yea. The River." @[Cassian] RE: It's a beautiful night, we're lookin' for something dumb to do; Lilliana - Cassian - 01-15-2020 gotta do it in the penthouse If there is anything Cassian does not want to contemplate, it’s sand. Were he a more intellectual sort, he might see the poetry in his current predicament. As it is, sand is, well, sand. And he has the misfortune to turn into it once in a while. And if the wind is blowing, he goes for a merry ride. He tries very hard not to think too much about how it is he always manages to end up all in one place. Wouldn’t it be just his luck for one eyeball to get flung across Beqanna if that weren’t the case? Cassian |