Her mind starts replaying the day that the Pangeans came.
She remembers all the chaos - Beryl throwing herself into the heat of the fight, Amarine filling the air with artificial emotions, Eurwen showing a glimpse of her true strength, Yanhua leaping into the fray (and how much was that like seeing herself? Leaping without thinking?) - and frowns slightly at the spotted shape who says that she has been here since the battle.
Eurwen had been here the entire time?
"No," Lilliana says with a gentle shake of her head. Her blue eyes rest on Eurwen's before her expression softens and the furrows of concern smooth away. "Don't worry about it," she states. Who knows - Popinjay might enjoy the change of scenery. The chestnut glances down to the wobbly form who presses herself into Eurwen's side and her mind moves towards the question that her friend asks.
"Something went wrong with the Alliance," Lilliana explains with the information she has been able to gather. "Something went wrong with the magic as an eclipse was occurring." She had grown up with stories about festivals during solstices and eclipses. The veils between worlds were supposed to be thinner and different realms were brought closer together. The living might hear whispers of the ancestors during the winter solstice. An eclipse in the spring might reveal visions of change - the birth of a new child, the discovery of a new place.
"It stalled and it's been dark for almost a year now," she tells the Nerinian, offering a glimpse into the time that had passed. Lilliana is still looking down at the child when she finally looks up into the waiting eyes of Eurwen. "And there are other... dangers." She warns her friend. "There are monsters who are roaming the dark, tearing apart any sign of life."
