11-15-2019, 09:53 PM
Lilliana remembers the first Immortal she ever met. Lovelace had been imposingly elegant and yet still carried a warmth that radiated from within that Lilli could only assume came from a millennia of seeing beautiful sunrises, of an eternity watching spring come again year after year knowing that winters frost eventually would be melted. And the stories - she had lived for those stories of golden ages gone by of kingdoms ruled by kind-hearted kings and their beautiful queens, where love and life thrived together in a way that only foalhood stories could.
The shades of gray, the way that life could throw one impossible trial after another, the struggles that could weight a soul to the earth hadn't touched her yet. Now, she can't even imagine what the gravity of immortality must be.
At the mention of her children, the smile lifts in pleasure. The chestnut mare doesn't miss the knowing glance from Ryatah and Lilliana enjoys a moment of rare conspiracy. She comes from a home of several siblings, of nieces and nephews and cousins and countless other distant relations, her pieces of immortality. The more time that passes, the stronger they become etched in her mind and memory where she intends to keep them for the rest of her mortal life. Everything turns to dust in the end, she has thought but those days in the sun, those perfect days where there isn't a heart capable to hold all that love and joy without bursting, that simply can't fade.
She likes to think it goes back out in the very universe that created them, to their gods and their fates where they might be reimagined, recreated - that love will breathe into the life of another cherished memory.
All this talk of immortality and...
"Ryatah?" the thought finally comes from a history lesson underneath Taiga's indomitable forest. And suddenly the look on her face makes her seem so impossibly young, so impossibly hopeful, that makes her glow so impossibly bright. "Of the Dale?"
@[Ryatah]
The shades of gray, the way that life could throw one impossible trial after another, the struggles that could weight a soul to the earth hadn't touched her yet. Now, she can't even imagine what the gravity of immortality must be.
At the mention of her children, the smile lifts in pleasure. The chestnut mare doesn't miss the knowing glance from Ryatah and Lilliana enjoys a moment of rare conspiracy. She comes from a home of several siblings, of nieces and nephews and cousins and countless other distant relations, her pieces of immortality. The more time that passes, the stronger they become etched in her mind and memory where she intends to keep them for the rest of her mortal life. Everything turns to dust in the end, she has thought but those days in the sun, those perfect days where there isn't a heart capable to hold all that love and joy without bursting, that simply can't fade.
She likes to think it goes back out in the very universe that created them, to their gods and their fates where they might be reimagined, recreated - that love will breathe into the life of another cherished memory.
All this talk of immortality and...
"Ryatah?" the thought finally comes from a history lesson underneath Taiga's indomitable forest. And suddenly the look on her face makes her seem so impossibly young, so impossibly hopeful, that makes her glow so impossibly bright. "Of the Dale?"
@[Ryatah]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind