- it's in the eyes, i can tell you will always be danger -
we had it tonight, why do we always seek absolution?
LILLIANA
"[Leilan]," she interjects and takes full advantage of saying his name. The way she wields it is with a mock severity but the truth of it is glimmering in her blue eyes, bright and clear in the autumn sunshine. Nashua and Yanhua are almost grown. Nearly stallions. They don't need her worry. They barely need her at all. And yet, she'll worry about them because that is what Lilliana does.
"If there is so much as a feather out of place on Nashua, I am holding you accountable."
He doesn't tell her how Nashua is but she takes his bantering with her as proof enough that her firstborn was fine. That out on the Isle, he was growing and (as she liked to imagine) thriving. If there was something wrong, she trusts that Leilan would tell her. It's why she lets him move their conversation away from the topic of the young pegasus.
Something twinkles in the eyes of the roan Freyr and Lilliana holds his gaze, studying his expression to see if his gaze might change color. If the shift there might reveal something of his mood, as she has come to learn of him. He smirks at her and that sparks something in her, that turns the look on her slender head into something impish. "One gets used to it," she laughs and then takes a leisurely step forward.
The smile lingers on her face when she turns back to look at him, the laughter still coloring her expression. "I'd be afraid to get used to living in paradise," she says. Taiga is home, regardless of the cold. Nerine holds some of those she cares most for, despite its frigid and icy winters. Something softens at the mention of it and trying to imagine him in Ischia strikes her, something that she can't conjure. "I can hardly picture you anywhere else." For almost as long as she had been in Taiga, Leilan had been somewhere in North. She can no longer picture him without or in it.
She starts to walk away from him, convinced that he'd follow. Lilliana only manages a few steps before she completely stops because she hears him (and thankfully, it hides her shocked expression). Maybe, he meant it as a joke. Their relationship has been made mostly of them. They tease each other often, hidden truths that emerge from the smiles that curve their lips. An ear flicks towards Leilan and then the flame-marked mare glances back at him over her delicate shoulders.
A smile quirks on one edge of her dark mouth, small and slight. "Good thing I'm not just a girl, then." It's a game he's playing at, she assumes. One, she decides, that she'll play right back. The distraction it provides is inviting and Leilan, well, he becomes something else. The wind tugs on her curling copper mane and she glints red-gold in the brilliant sunshine as she laughs. "Otherwise I'd tell you to prove it."
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind