Lilliana stares at the bare branches above them, a few still wearing the last drab leaves of the previous autumn. Persistent, stubborn things that cling to a world that no longer exists - a season gone.
The copper mare raises her head as concentration lights behind her eyes, suddenly intent on seeking whatever it is that Velkan is looking at. Whatever it is, Taiga's trademark fog prevents her from finding it. More things that the Gods (are they are her Gods, really?) wish to hide beneath a veil of mist and mystery. So the chestnut mare simply stares up watching the fog swirl between the barren branches like empty fingers.
There is a small exhale, dismissing whatever was up there as imagination - a fitting place for things of the mind unseen and unknown - and pulls her head back. Lilli glances sideways at Velkan and the look on his dark face teases a smile out of her. He looks as affronted with the trees and the fog as she feels about winter. She studies the angles of his face that she can spy from the side and it is the first time that she realizes that Velkan could be terrifying, perhaps even frightening, if he wished to be. Her friend has been wild and wonderful from the start. Everything about him is so dark, hard lines that should hint at something sinister and yet Velkan is nothing of that sort. His gentle nature has radiated from that dark exterior from the moment she met him.
His kind heart has remembered a friend in Taiga and there are no words that Lilliana can surmise her gratitude at his remembering except, "Didn't anyone tell you?" It's a whisper that finishes with a conspiratorial smile, laughter lighting up behind her blue eyes and lifting the corners of her dark mouth further upward. "We're all ghosts out here." Where else would ghosts be found but in a neverending fog? The Wendigo moves away from the tree and Lilliana mirrors his movements, taking a backward step from the massive redwood.
And he follows his question with another as Lilli shifts her weight and relaxes despite the chill and the fog that would goad her to another mood entirely.
"Still in one piece," she muses with a shrug of her shoulders. She looks no different than the last time he saw her - still the same shade of firegold dressed around a dreamer's heart. And that should count for something, shouldn't it? "It's good to see you, Velkan." He brings with him with smells of Ischia and Lilliana finds he is a welcome distraction from everything the world that waits outside their cloud of fog. Earnestly she adds with a warm expression and inviting tilt of her crimson face, "Tell me about you. How have you been? Are you still wandering?"
Questions are contagious, it seems.
The copper mare raises her head as concentration lights behind her eyes, suddenly intent on seeking whatever it is that Velkan is looking at. Whatever it is, Taiga's trademark fog prevents her from finding it. More things that the Gods (are they are her Gods, really?) wish to hide beneath a veil of mist and mystery. So the chestnut mare simply stares up watching the fog swirl between the barren branches like empty fingers.
There is a small exhale, dismissing whatever was up there as imagination - a fitting place for things of the mind unseen and unknown - and pulls her head back. Lilli glances sideways at Velkan and the look on his dark face teases a smile out of her. He looks as affronted with the trees and the fog as she feels about winter. She studies the angles of his face that she can spy from the side and it is the first time that she realizes that Velkan could be terrifying, perhaps even frightening, if he wished to be. Her friend has been wild and wonderful from the start. Everything about him is so dark, hard lines that should hint at something sinister and yet Velkan is nothing of that sort. His gentle nature has radiated from that dark exterior from the moment she met him.
His kind heart has remembered a friend in Taiga and there are no words that Lilliana can surmise her gratitude at his remembering except, "Didn't anyone tell you?" It's a whisper that finishes with a conspiratorial smile, laughter lighting up behind her blue eyes and lifting the corners of her dark mouth further upward. "We're all ghosts out here." Where else would ghosts be found but in a neverending fog? The Wendigo moves away from the tree and Lilliana mirrors his movements, taking a backward step from the massive redwood.
And he follows his question with another as Lilli shifts her weight and relaxes despite the chill and the fog that would goad her to another mood entirely.
"Still in one piece," she muses with a shrug of her shoulders. She looks no different than the last time he saw her - still the same shade of firegold dressed around a dreamer's heart. And that should count for something, shouldn't it? "It's good to see you, Velkan." He brings with him with smells of Ischia and Lilliana finds he is a welcome distraction from everything the world that waits outside their cloud of fog. Earnestly she adds with a warm expression and inviting tilt of her crimson face, "Tell me about you. How have you been? Are you still wandering?"
Questions are contagious, it seems.
Lilliana
remember how the stars stole the night away
@[Velkan]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind