The blue eyes that regard the towering outlines of Hyaline's mountains could be considered mournful. Lilliana stands underneath a bough of trees, shielded from the blossoming rays of sunshine that have started to illuminate the Field. Her features, normally receptive and welcome (especially here - the recruiting grounds), remain closed. The mouth that so often quirks upwards in a beaming smile finds a thin line instead. The crimson girl is quiet, pensive and finds herself wishing for Elaina.
Blazing, golden Elaina.
Beautiful, brave Elaina who had always given so much of that to Lilliana.
A shadow seemed to cast over Beqanna without her torchbearer.
The fog in Taiga had been thick, almost blindingly so. Her usual route to the Field had taken longer, almost twice as long, and Lilliana had found herself here by the mid-morning sun. Her blue eyes study a group of mares, travel along to the center to watch a few young stallions as they stretched their legs and tested their muscles. This has become an education in itself; Lilliana is learning what to look for in possible recruits for the northern forests (at least what she looks for). The more she does this, the more she brings herself here, Lilliana thinks of her father.
Paraiso might be gone. But as she views a mare timidly standing alone, Lilli remembers what Valerio had told her so long ago. Stand for those who cannot stand for themselves. That is all a lifetime ago, another girl really, from the one who stands here. But Lilli can still remember the thunder in his baritone voice, the piercing blue of his eyes as he tried to impart that particular lesson. As he tried to make her understand why their family had been worth the sacrifice of war, why he had to leave them time and time again.
Leaning her shoulder into the bark of one of the smaller trees next to her, Lilli relaxes in the autumn shade beneath an inferno of changing leaves. The breeze, crisp with the scent of earth, pleasantly fills her flaring nostrils and finally, the beginning of a smile emerges.
@[Bronsonn] hi i'm not sure what this is but i didn't want to keep you waiting
Blazing, golden Elaina.
Beautiful, brave Elaina who had always given so much of that to Lilliana.
A shadow seemed to cast over Beqanna without her torchbearer.
The fog in Taiga had been thick, almost blindingly so. Her usual route to the Field had taken longer, almost twice as long, and Lilliana had found herself here by the mid-morning sun. Her blue eyes study a group of mares, travel along to the center to watch a few young stallions as they stretched their legs and tested their muscles. This has become an education in itself; Lilliana is learning what to look for in possible recruits for the northern forests (at least what she looks for). The more she does this, the more she brings herself here, Lilliana thinks of her father.
Paraiso might be gone. But as she views a mare timidly standing alone, Lilli remembers what Valerio had told her so long ago. Stand for those who cannot stand for themselves. That is all a lifetime ago, another girl really, from the one who stands here. But Lilli can still remember the thunder in his baritone voice, the piercing blue of his eyes as he tried to impart that particular lesson. As he tried to make her understand why their family had been worth the sacrifice of war, why he had to leave them time and time again.
Leaning her shoulder into the bark of one of the smaller trees next to her, Lilli relaxes in the autumn shade beneath an inferno of changing leaves. The breeze, crisp with the scent of earth, pleasantly fills her flaring nostrils and finally, the beginning of a smile emerges.
@[Bronsonn] hi i'm not sure what this is but i didn't want to keep you waiting
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind