Neverwhere is looking for a physical embodiment of the moment; Lilli mentions that they should go back and it seems like the dappled mare is searching for a physical place. She looks from behind where they stand and stares out into a landscape that isn't familiar to the chestnut woman. It's as foreign to her as Beqanna had once been but she glances out, tracing the details of Neverwhere's past.
She stares out to the band of horses in the distance - where they Nev's parents? Siblings? The life that her friend had lived before she knew had always been veiled by the bald-faced mare's insistence that those details were no longer important.
Funny, how the things that matter so much to one soul bear little weight with another.
Her mind grows distracted as she studies the shapes of the strangers on the horizon. If Lilliana could go back to her beginning, where would she start? The day she had nearly drowned? That day with Elena and Frostbane in Murmuring Rivers? The day her father had finally returned from Windskeep? Had her life only really started after that argument on the Pass with Malachi and their family - already small and broken, had fractured more? Would it have been the day that Wolfbane flown overhead and changed everything? That empty, starless night when she had realized that Elena had fled Beqanna and left her behind?
Their world shifts only a little; the scenery does not change.
It is only the dappled mare who does.
Suddenly, Lilliana is looking down at her oldest friend and failing to hide the shock on her delicate features. Her copper forelock hangs delicately, with no wind to sweep it to the side. The expression that @[Neverwhere] wears is not a face any of her children have ever made and yet there is something that disturbs her, remembering another child who was not a child. "It's alright," she moves to reassure Neverwhere (though she doubts that the dappled mare needs it), finding it easy to remain calm in a world that seems to rob Lilliana of her worries. "It's the beginning," she explains, glancing over the youthful form that Neverwhere now wears. "So what happens next?"
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind