And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
Lirren would never meet her mother, not in the land of the living. Though Elysteria had been reluctant to tell her the details, she understands far more than she had ever said. Of her father she knows nothing. Her sister had told she does not know who her father is, but her gaze had held knowledge. She has suspicions as to her father's identity. And Lirren is determined to find out.
But that will only come with age. She is too young yet, her determination untested. One thing she had learned though, is that she has patience. She is willing to wait for the knowledge, understanding that someday it will come. And when it does, she will be ready.
But that day is not today. She has little awareness beyond her small world. Beyond the Dale and Elysteria, beyond these two horses she has just met.
The half-made girl responds easily to Lirren’s question, offering her name as well as her companion’s name. When she says Ramiel is magic, the star girl’s silvery gaze shifts to the dark stallion with the gold threaded through his tresses. A small smile curves her lips as she stares at him. The other girl speaks again, drawing Lirren’s attention back to her. She speaks words of admiration, complementing her unique coloring. Lirren nods, accepting the complement as only a child might.
”Am I?” she says. She is not fishing for complements, but rather she is truly curious. ”Ely told me my color is different.”
Her silver gaze lingers on Graveling, studying her with deliberate consideration. ”You have lots of different colors,” she announces finally. ”You are very pretty too.” The words are offered with the conviction and logic of a child.
Ramiel had also asked her a question, which she had nearly forgotten about in her perusal of Graveling. Wide silvery gaze turning upon him, she nods in response to his inquiry. ”Ely brought me here.”
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage