Lillibet
The silent moment immediately following Lillibet’s greeting and inquiry extends much longer than she would have expected. There is something that has unsettled the ruby-eyed woman, it would seem, and the Pangean sovereign can’t help but wonder if she is the cause. Her own amber eyes move away from the stranger and down to her own legs, and then behind her back, to see if there is something on her that would have caused the other woman alarm. Upon finding nothing of interest, Lillibet returns her gaze to the stranger and offers a small smile, encouragement mixed with a healthy helping of confusion. Lanore, the name is stuttered after the moment passes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lanore,” she offers in return without mentioning the horned woman’s language difficulties. With time would come expertise. Lillibet herself lives with shortcomings ─ mostly of the magical variety ─ and so rarely does she point low-aimed barbs at others with her own achilles heel so blatant.
She flicks an ear, attention pulled in two directions as the sound of nearby hoofsteps joins Lanore’s tentative question. Lillibet swings her narrow head to the side, surprised to find someone else ready for conversation so early in the morning.
There is something familiar about the palomino who joins them; not just in her appearance, but in her voice, as well. Lillibet lingers on this thought, her honeyed eyes trying their damnedest to place the woman as she inquires of their intentions on this early morning. An amused grin turns up the corners of her mouth slightly and in return she offers a shrug of her shoulders. “Not yet,” though she is always up for trouble, especially when accompanied by Fyr or Bolder. Her pensive gaze remains on the palomino woman for another beat before succumbing to the thought that she, perhaps, is not someone familiar ─ just someone she hoped would be.
“This place is called Beqanna,” she says as she turns her attention back to Lanore, “Where are you from?” She has spoken at length about outside worlds with Link, but she’d never felt the pull of the unknown ─ not in that way, at least. Beqanna has always offered her enough of the unknown to last a lifetime, most recently proving that the fairies and Dark God Carnage and whatever other omnipotent entities exist within its sphere can change the whole of the continent with one discontented sigh.
It’s this thought that sparks something inside her and Lillibet immediately turns her gaze with furrowed brows back to the palomino woman. She searches her face, perhaps for a moment too long, before asking: “Do I know you?”
