And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
She is a serious child. How could she not be, given the circumstances of her birth? It is difficult knowledge to have, understanding that you are the reason your mother is dead. That she had been found by her sister had purely been a stroke of luck. Not that she appreciates or understands that quite yet. She is too young to be impressed by such things. She knows only that her mother is dead, that her sister had taken her in, and that this is to be her home.
And if it is to be her home, she would like to get to know it better. She isn’t quite certain where her sister had gone too. She knows that she is injured, healing. She doesn’t understand what had happened to make it so, but she does not hesitate to take advantage of it. So while Elysteria had been distracted, she had slipped away, intent upon discovering what she can.
This is how she stumbles across them. Her silvery eyes widen in a moment of shock, but she does not retreat. They are the first horses she has met, aside from her sister of course. A flutter of excitement and determination stir within her breast. She would make the most of this moment.
Though many would be disgusted or frightened by the mare’s appearance, Lirren is not. She has no comparison for such things. For all she knows, an appearance such as hers is quite normal. Instead she steps forward boldly, demeanor calm and quiet as her inquisitive gaze jumps between the two horses.
“I’m Lirren,” she announces. ”Who are you?”
Unfortunately she hasn’t quite yet mastered the art of politeness, and her bold curiosity simply will not be denied.
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage