11-23-2021, 06:08 PM
LILLIBET
a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns
light of a thousand suns
Lillibet knows nothing of Sylva's history. She has paid it no mind, save for the few conversations she's had with Manny pertaining to what monsters could be hidden in the depths of the golden woods - and truth be told, she doesn't much care to learn about its happenings from before she'd called it her home. Had she had access to Herrin's thoughts, she'd have no inkling who Larrikin or the pastel magician were.
Loess, though - it had been smashed into her brain. Castile and Lepis and Tarian and Soran, all those who came before her, and those who tried with all their might to tear the foothills kingdom down, down, down. A history she could recite forwards and back, had she not thought the whole idea of diplomacy boring.
Herrin moves beyond her without response to her mostly self-given title and Lillibet takes the opportunity to study him closely as he drinks. Despite the easy, relaxed posture in his legs and shoulders, at least one ear remains pressed in her direction. The glowing girl wonders at its source - suspicion or intrigue?
His pupils are narrowed and cold when he turns around to face her again, thirst sated. He provides his name and customary etiquette would require her to remind him just how nice it is to meet him, but such things escape her. The tobiano doesn't quite seem to mind.
“That's why I'm here.” Her explanation is succinct, though likely not one that Herrin will find satisfactory. She starts to wonder if she has interrupted something, and finds that, per usual, she doesn't really care. “So, what makes this your creek?”
Loess, though - it had been smashed into her brain. Castile and Lepis and Tarian and Soran, all those who came before her, and those who tried with all their might to tear the foothills kingdom down, down, down. A history she could recite forwards and back, had she not thought the whole idea of diplomacy boring.
Herrin moves beyond her without response to her mostly self-given title and Lillibet takes the opportunity to study him closely as he drinks. Despite the easy, relaxed posture in his legs and shoulders, at least one ear remains pressed in her direction. The glowing girl wonders at its source - suspicion or intrigue?
His pupils are narrowed and cold when he turns around to face her again, thirst sated. He provides his name and customary etiquette would require her to remind him just how nice it is to meet him, but such things escape her. The tobiano doesn't quite seem to mind.
“That's why I'm here.” Her explanation is succinct, though likely not one that Herrin will find satisfactory. She starts to wonder if she has interrupted something, and finds that, per usual, she doesn't really care. “So, what makes this your creek?”