don't know what the plan is
01-10-2016, 01:08 AM
He broke the eye contact, again. Lillianna now found a curiosity rising in her, a curiosity that wanted to know - a curiosity that was only mildly dampened by the obvious emotional turmoil and the uncertainty. But, again, only mildly. And then he spoke again, and she'd feel conflicted. What thing that was so awful happened? "It happened anyways, Bacc," she'd answer. She didn't know what it was, but regardless, her answer was truth. "You have to face it; you can't just pretend it didn't happen. That just makes it worse." Small things, bad things - you couldn't just lie to yourself, and Lillie knew it.
She'd follow as he went down the hill, pausing at the edge where the water lapped at her paws. She only glanced out once, her muzzle pointing where the scent of Luck was emanating from. She'd keep her eyes trained on him, watching, silently.
speech"Italian" "Farrym"
Note: Lillie has scars over her right eye and down her cheek. She also has scars under her chin and on her jaw. Her tables and art will most likely not reflect this. Unless it is specified otherwise, assume Lillianna is accompanied by her companion.