08-30-2021, 06:20 PM
LILLIBET
a star burning with the
light of a thousand suns
light of a thousand suns
What little information Lillibet could glean from Mother about her past, the young girl clung to. The customs of Nau-Aib interested her the most; especially now, at the turn of the season, when Mother said monsters used to roam the woods of her ancient home as the veil between life and death thinned. Perhaps an attempt on Oceane's part to keep Lillibet close at hand, the anecdote had produced quite the opposite effect. While the Loessian Queen attended to the kingdom, the young alabaster girl had departed in the direction of her father's new abode.
In passing, she had mentioned her plans to Link.
Through the golden forest and atop fallen leaves, Lillibet runs. She makes a game of circling the forest's massive boulders, her imagination planting monsters just around the jagged curves of the ancient stones, only to be seen at the last moment and with a loud, commanding squeal of surprise. Her heart races at the imagined danger, at the feel of the autumn tree branches reaching for her angrily as she flies between them.
Her lithe frame begins to glow, the effect more apparent as further the sun sets, the ethereal light bouncing against tree trunks and rock faces until finally she is the only light source around. A loud, fearless whinny is thrown into the darkness as she plants her forelegs wide and presses her ears forward in a silent challenge for whatever might be hiding in the darkness of the forest to show itself.
In passing, she had mentioned her plans to Link.
Through the golden forest and atop fallen leaves, Lillibet runs. She makes a game of circling the forest's massive boulders, her imagination planting monsters just around the jagged curves of the ancient stones, only to be seen at the last moment and with a loud, commanding squeal of surprise. Her heart races at the imagined danger, at the feel of the autumn tree branches reaching for her angrily as she flies between them.
Her lithe frame begins to glow, the effect more apparent as further the sun sets, the ethereal light bouncing against tree trunks and rock faces until finally she is the only light source around. A loud, fearless whinny is thrown into the darkness as she plants her forelegs wide and presses her ears forward in a silent challenge for whatever might be hiding in the darkness of the forest to show itself.
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