01-12-2021, 06:46 PM
it's a mystery to me
we have a greed with which we have agreed. you think you have to want more than you need; until you have it all you won't be free. and when you think more than you want, your thoughts begin to bleed.
As the pair share the history of their homes, the landscape shifts around them. The jungle begins to fade into barren foothills, where the trail crunches beneath them with broken pieces of dark-colored clay. Their trail eventually rises into a sloping trail that winds between large rocky outcroppings and Wishbone is distantly aware that they are beginning to travel up the volcano’s mighty face.
She is too engulfed in Lilliana to point out this fact, and she feels the chestnut’s sorrow as she tells her stories. At first, Wishbone is confused when the northern lands are simply called the North. During her reign, Nerine was its own kingdom and Icicle Isle was its noble counterpart. She nearly can’t remember how Taiga had been involved in the North, and she also isn’t sure how the three lands had gotten lumped into the same title. Had Nerine’s heritage as a fierce, independent society faded into something soft and simple since her leadership?
But she listens quietly regardless of her own musings, only muttering a soft, “I’m sorry” after Lilliana mentions the disappearance of a close friend. There could be many reasons for such absences and Wishbone is familiar with them; she has been her own flickering, unstable light on the surface of Beqanna. The midnight-clad woman lets out a heavy sigh as the images of the fire’s damage flash across her mind. She can see the redwoods’ blackened shapes, and she can hear the chunks of fire-blasted granite falling into the northern ocean, and she can smell the bittersweet aroma of magic clinging to the air.
It makes her heart heavy to see and hear what Lilliana shares with her, and it also makes her angry. Wishbone knows she should have been there for Nerine. Although she spends her time in Tephra now, the granite kingdom had been her home — her responsibility — for several years and it holds a special place in her heart. To think that Nerine has suffered such challenges in the past years and she has simply hidden in the forests brings tears to the brim of her amber eyes.
Their trail is steadily increasing in altitude, and her muscles burn from the climb. Lilliana’s final statement brings Wishbone’s memories to the forefront. She had only visited Loess a handful of times, and they had all been while Wolfbane was the leader. His gold-and-blue face flashes in her mind’s eye again, the proud ivory of his mane ruffled by a warm summer breeze. Wishbone sucks in a slow, deep breath at the way her chest twinges slightly at his smiling, handsome face.
Hesitantly, she pauses at a section of the trail that appears to serve as a lookout. They are well above the treeline now and Tephra lies below them like a green jewel set against Beqanna’s crown. Wishbone takes a moment to enjoy the sight and catch her breath, even while her mind ruminates on Lilliana’s stories. “Loess had casualties?” She is nervous to ask the next question, unsure if she truly wants to know the answer. She hopes Wolfbane hadn’t been ruling in Loess during her absence, that he was tucked away in a place the fires never reached. “Do you know who they lost?”
She is too engulfed in Lilliana to point out this fact, and she feels the chestnut’s sorrow as she tells her stories. At first, Wishbone is confused when the northern lands are simply called the North. During her reign, Nerine was its own kingdom and Icicle Isle was its noble counterpart. She nearly can’t remember how Taiga had been involved in the North, and she also isn’t sure how the three lands had gotten lumped into the same title. Had Nerine’s heritage as a fierce, independent society faded into something soft and simple since her leadership?
But she listens quietly regardless of her own musings, only muttering a soft, “I’m sorry” after Lilliana mentions the disappearance of a close friend. There could be many reasons for such absences and Wishbone is familiar with them; she has been her own flickering, unstable light on the surface of Beqanna. The midnight-clad woman lets out a heavy sigh as the images of the fire’s damage flash across her mind. She can see the redwoods’ blackened shapes, and she can hear the chunks of fire-blasted granite falling into the northern ocean, and she can smell the bittersweet aroma of magic clinging to the air.
It makes her heart heavy to see and hear what Lilliana shares with her, and it also makes her angry. Wishbone knows she should have been there for Nerine. Although she spends her time in Tephra now, the granite kingdom had been her home — her responsibility — for several years and it holds a special place in her heart. To think that Nerine has suffered such challenges in the past years and she has simply hidden in the forests brings tears to the brim of her amber eyes.
Their trail is steadily increasing in altitude, and her muscles burn from the climb. Lilliana’s final statement brings Wishbone’s memories to the forefront. She had only visited Loess a handful of times, and they had all been while Wolfbane was the leader. His gold-and-blue face flashes in her mind’s eye again, the proud ivory of his mane ruffled by a warm summer breeze. Wishbone sucks in a slow, deep breath at the way her chest twinges slightly at his smiling, handsome face.
Hesitantly, she pauses at a section of the trail that appears to serve as a lookout. They are well above the treeline now and Tephra lies below them like a green jewel set against Beqanna’s crown. Wishbone takes a moment to enjoy the sight and catch her breath, even while her mind ruminates on Lilliana’s stories. “Loess had casualties?” She is nervous to ask the next question, unsure if she truly wants to know the answer. She hopes Wolfbane hadn’t been ruling in Loess during her absence, that he was tucked away in a place the fires never reached. “Do you know who they lost?”
@[lilliana]