12-04-2021, 07:27 PM
Lillibet
“I don't know,” Lillibet answers Herrin's first inquiry at a whisper - it does not want to fall from her mouth with its admission of ignorance, but there is nothing else for her to say. She knows nothing more than he does, and their distant view of the new shoreline through the parallel trunks of the Forest inspires cold, overwhelming fear to grip her chest. “I don't know,” she says again, when finally she pulls her gaze from the horizon and to the painted buckskin beside her. She doesn't remember him possessing wings the last time they had spoken.
“Sylva was so quiet,” her lower lip trembles before she forces herself to dissociate from the distress, “All of the wildlife... gone. I couldn't find anyone.” Lillibet's amber eyes turn away from the gold-accented man, clenching her blunted teeth in an attempt to steel herself against the torrent of emotions that threaten to flow freely across her ethereal face. A short sigh falls from her lips, but no words follow; she refuses to voice what she is most ashamed of.
That she had run.
“Where were you?” the question comes out more accusatory than she had intended, but as they peer out over where their home and Kingdom used to be, she finds that she's much less interested in being polite than she is in the daydream that she could someday conceive a storm dangerous enough, and lightning impressive enough, to avenge her missing family.
If only she were more than just a girl who glows.
