Lilli. Lilliana. Lilli. Lilliana.
The crimson mare knows what it is to go by two names and to wonder what the differences are. For her, there are some obvious truths: Lilli had been the girl who had laughed with her eyes and smiled with her heart. Lilli had looked for the moon when it waned into midnight oblivion and had wondered what happened to stars after they raced across the sky. (Surely something so bright, so lovely didn’t just extinguish?)
Lilli had been as much of Beyond as Lilliana is of Beqanna.
Sometimes the weight of the two identities doesn’t matter. Sometimes the weight shifts the scale entirely and the weight offsets the other entirely.
If she had known what Roz or Breckin or whoever the spotted mare wanted to go by (or whoever she thought she was), Lilliana might have said it's not the name that matters.
”Roz,” the chestnut confirms through the fog. And with a raise of her own copper head, the Taigan mare nods. ”Lilliana. Lilli.” She says with a smile, with a warmth that she tries to draw from the sunshine she knows must be lingering outside their clouded world and a roll of her slender shoulders. "Whatever you prefer.”
That day in Taiga - when Aten and Lepis and the strange gray stallion arrived - Lilliana hadn’t taken long to excuse herself. The gathering had been too much for her as well. Though her reasoning wasn’t for the lack of memories but rather the opposite - remembering too much and becoming wrapped up in memories of past and present.
When she comes to stop in front of the pale mare, Lilliana looks up with a blue-eyed gaze that searches through the haze and the silver mist. When she looks back down, an almost shy smile blossoms on her dark mouth. ”Somebody once told me the Gods hid things in the fog,” the chestnut foolishly muses. "It's where the old worlds and new ones collide.” Silly stories from her youth, her expression says. But still, the dreamer in Lilli likes to imagine that there still might be things to find in the clouds that blow through Taiga and Nerine.
Souls to find like Roz.
"So," she can't help the teasing that comes out, "what do you think the Gods would be hiding out here?"
@[Breckin]
The crimson mare knows what it is to go by two names and to wonder what the differences are. For her, there are some obvious truths: Lilli had been the girl who had laughed with her eyes and smiled with her heart. Lilli had looked for the moon when it waned into midnight oblivion and had wondered what happened to stars after they raced across the sky. (Surely something so bright, so lovely didn’t just extinguish?)
Lilli had been as much of Beyond as Lilliana is of Beqanna.
Sometimes the weight of the two identities doesn’t matter. Sometimes the weight shifts the scale entirely and the weight offsets the other entirely.
If she had known what Roz or Breckin or whoever the spotted mare wanted to go by (or whoever she thought she was), Lilliana might have said it's not the name that matters.
”Roz,” the chestnut confirms through the fog. And with a raise of her own copper head, the Taigan mare nods. ”Lilliana. Lilli.” She says with a smile, with a warmth that she tries to draw from the sunshine she knows must be lingering outside their clouded world and a roll of her slender shoulders. "Whatever you prefer.”
That day in Taiga - when Aten and Lepis and the strange gray stallion arrived - Lilliana hadn’t taken long to excuse herself. The gathering had been too much for her as well. Though her reasoning wasn’t for the lack of memories but rather the opposite - remembering too much and becoming wrapped up in memories of past and present.
When she comes to stop in front of the pale mare, Lilliana looks up with a blue-eyed gaze that searches through the haze and the silver mist. When she looks back down, an almost shy smile blossoms on her dark mouth. ”Somebody once told me the Gods hid things in the fog,” the chestnut foolishly muses. "It's where the old worlds and new ones collide.” Silly stories from her youth, her expression says. But still, the dreamer in Lilli likes to imagine that there still might be things to find in the clouds that blow through Taiga and Nerine.
Souls to find like Roz.
"So," she can't help the teasing that comes out, "what do you think the Gods would be hiding out here?"
@[Breckin]
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind