09-29-2025, 08:37 AM
I L I A N A
She watches them from afar, swathed in the shadows of the tree she sprawls across a limb of. Her tail flicks idly as she holds them with her rose-gold eyes, the faintest hint of curiosity in her otherwise impassive stare. She recognizes the mare that names herself queen as the one that had arrived not long ago — she was a little surprised that previous queen had done nothing to preserve her throne, though she supposes it has been awhile since she last saw sign of the strange, goat-like creature. There is a man next, and she does recognize him — though something in the structure of his face causes her to narrow her eyes in concentration — and then the magician with his raven companion that she recalls meeting some time ago.
Normally, she would have disappeared after these observations. Her loyalty to the Chamber was not quite the same as her father’s. She had been raised by Atrox in a different era of his life, and when she thinks of him she does not think of this place, even though she knows that somewhere beneath a different iteration of this land is where his heart still beats.
But Hyaline — her birth land, the place where her parents had raised her and nearly all of her siblings — was long gone, and the Chamber is all she has left.
Before she can change her mind, she leaps from the tree, landing with a muffled thud. The shadows fall away and in the sunlight her blush-colored rosettes appear from the crushed velvet of her fur, making her way to the group with the easy, languid stride of someone that was far too comfortable with her feline form. She draws alongside Abrus, offering him the smallest of smiles, before directing her attention to the newly crowned queen. “My name is Iliana.”
For now, this is all she says.
-- the shadow is mine, and so is the valley
I wrote this on my phone before work and didn’t proofread it even once so just pretend it makes sense. She will most likely choose to be a spy <3