12-12-2021, 12:23 PM
Lillibet
Lillibet's indignation seems to have struck something. Herrin's change of attitude does not go unnoticed by the ethereal girl, and she affords him her forgiveness (she suspects he would continue on unbothered even if she held steadfast to her attitude) with a quiet sigh and pursed lips. She nods her gold-striped head once, amber eyes searching his face even as the thought of her parents' chosen hovel, a cave somewhere deep in the Sylvan forest, plays ominously through her head. “Yeah, maybe.”
Perhaps Oceane, too, had heard the quiet of the wildlife before the quake. She calms herself with the thought that her mother had endured much in her life, as had her shifter father, and it was unlikely that something like this would have ended their lives.
Her gaze flicks to the sky for the briefest of moments, instinctively searching for the outline of her mother's flying frame.
When Lillibet looks back to the buckskin tobiano, her anger has slipped back beneath the surface and the newest wave of grief has passed. “What about you, Herrin? Where will you go?”
