Had Lilliana known the Dreamweaver was coming, she would have been the first to greet Kagerus at the Taigan border. She would have drifted towards the west - to the warmth and the sleeping volcano, to the vibrant lush jungle - but she was have been drawn to Kagerus, wherever she was. Lilliana would always be drawn to the fantastical smile that the former Caretaker wore, one that could create (and destroy) entire worlds. ELEGANCE
But the red mare of Taiga is elsewhere and it is her eldest son plodding through the hoof trails of the Northern forest.
Nashua isn't alone today, though. He has the company of one of his daughters. His spitfire, he has called her since almost birth. "Elegance!" The pegasus bellows with a laugh, "you'll never find me here." The striped filly is laughing in reply and weaves off the trail, trotting in between the trees as she glances around. (Ellie had wanted flying lessons but her father has deemed her still 'too young' so he tries to placate his wild daughter with games such as these.)
"This is no fair, Da!" she calls out but the warmth in her voice says she doesn't mind. There's a familiarity in it that says they have played this game a thousand times before, as centuries worth of foals beneath the Sequoia's probably had. A twig breaks - loudly and the filly spins around, turning away from where her invisible sire stood. Elegance hears it again - another purposeful sound - and her dainty ears prick curiously downwind of the path that she continues to trot down.
Elegance doesn't find her father, who isn't far behind her.
There is a spotted mare with antlers that she has never seen before. She isn't pale Borderline or jeweled Amarine. It's the antlers that her blue eyes linger on before they look to the smiling face of the older woman and Ellie decides instantly that she is a friend. That the friends at her sides are as well. "Are you a friend of my Uncle Yan?" Elegance asked finally, stopping at a distance that allowed her best view the entire picture that the newcomer had painted with the fog. "He has horns like yours." She says, still too young to fully understand the difference between a pair of antlers and horns. "But he has a beard." Her blue eyes linger questioningly on the chin of the other horse. No, her determined gaze says, no beard.
Some part of her still wonders - hopes! - that she might be a relation; Elegance had wings because her father and mother had wings and her parents had gotten them from... the clouds? There had been a story but she's already forgotten it. The white filly reaches out with her small head towards the fox and the deer. "And are those your friends?" She blinks, trying to understand how such wisp-like creatures could exist. She's grown up in this forest and Elegance has never seen their like before. "They look like cloud creatures," she muses to the painted mare.
@[Kagerus] hi so you get my malleable anatomy baby, please bear with me <3