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wotd442, hiho!
Shades of pastel apricot and mahogany hues began replacing the lighter citrine colours strewn across a rosy sky, presaging fine weather for the following day. Clear skies and relatively warm spring days were appreciated now more than ever; although Lilin was naturally drawn to storms and their roaring melodies, her prior run-in with weeping Mother Nature was something she wanted to forget. Regardless of personal preferences, favorable days of the sort were evidently needed - at least until their little family found the time to fully settle into their new makeshift homes.
She had brought back personal effects from Hilsburn earlier that morning; such as pelts left behind by their former housemates, empty containers and even leftover alcohol previously owned by Barrett. Lilin had no intention of consuming any of it but she knew that vodka made for excellent desinfectant and household cleaner. Her cousin, who was naturally a little more open-minded than she was, might have wanted a taste after all of the hard work put into the two little huts too. Most of her time down south had been spent tending to the greenhouses, making sure nothing was out of order. It was mostly out of respect for her lost friend; she wanted everything to be impeccable and as he'd left it should he ever choose to return. Chances were slim but the two-toned femme kept on hoping.
Her thoughts lingered over her adventures thus far, most particularly mulling over her bizarre encounter with Ezekiel and the soothsayer. How did her current situation fit into the fortune provided to her? Mediterranean blue irises stared blankly ahead at calm waters, ears flickering ever so slight with the endless thumping and childish barks coming from the nearby woods. Luckily, Temeraire still lacked stealthiness; keeping tabs on his whereabouts without hindering his playtime was the least she could do for her cousin. It wasn't long before her attention was directed to Saul specifically, as his unexpected howl echoed through the vicinity. With his voice came bewilderment, as the would-be cult heir was unsure of the call's awardees.
The noise caused by her relative's young boy ebbed away rapidly, signifying that he was already headed for his father's general direction. It was amazing how, despite his irritation with Saul, the child's obedience had not faltered. Lilin merely followed in the puppy's footsteps, arriving last at the scene to find her newfound family and two strangers she had yet to meet. They seemed amicable but nowhere near enough to stop Lilin's body from tensing up instinctively. She stood firmly in place, a good few meters away from the gathering, scrutinizing the intruders with a critical eye.