What are men to rocks and mountains; any

[lilliana]

She doesn't come to Nerine often. Not since Popinjay had stolen what remained of Brazen, Lilliana was afraid of any further interaction between herself and the new Khaleesi. The little bay could burn as many bonfires as she liked; Lilliana had been content to stand in the dark in Taiga.

But then the ground had trembled, a faint disturbance that she felt from the borders of the Redwoods.

Lilliana had gone North as the quakes continued, crossed the border of the kingdom Neverwhere had once ruled, and tried to discover the source of the ground shakes. At first, some part of her had assumed that it was due to the current dilemma: that it had something to do with the Eclipse or worse, the monsters. She knows that she is getting close to the epicenter when a flock of shadowy birds flees into the dim sky and the refined mare stops, watching to see if there is an obvious explanation to be found.

When nothing immediately presents itself, Lilliana closes her eyes and waits. She frees her mind of the sorrow of Brazen and the ache that she associates with Neverwhere. She moves past the fear of what she might discover and waits. The ground shakes again and then Lilliana feels something, a familiar feeling that comes in waves. It comes crashing against her like the angry ocean that has carved a proud Nerinian coast.

After delivering five children into this world, she knows this feeling.

The chestnut opens her eyes and ventures forward. The ground is ripped apart here and there are angry gauges across the terrain. Like something has clawed its way out of the Earth. (It's a rather chilling thought, considering the whispers about the things that have come from underneath them.) But her blue gaze lands on a spotted form and the Taigan stops, glancing at the mother and daughter pair before her. "@[Eurwen]?" Lilliana asks, almost disbelieving what is right in front of her. The Diplomat had been missing since the Battle of Nerine.

She looks to the little filly nestled beside the spotted woman. Pain flashes across her memories - golden Aela pressed tenderly against her, ice-scaled Roselin asking why she had no sisters - and the Guardian pushes it away. "What-," she starts, reaching for an explanation and an embrace of her friend. "Where have you been?"