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Fickle Mind and Feeble heart | JAH-LILAH - Krigare - 11-09-2017

It has been years since he has seen the firey bird he had met here so long ago. While it had been so long since his wandering heart had cooled, it felt as though the lust for movement still burned deep in his chest. Though that flame had been washed away and replaced by yet a brighter one.. It had been replaced by Zephyr. Where the road had once run circles in his heart, she sat peacefully. Awaiting beckon for him to follow until the end of times. He smiles a wistful smile as the river water rushes over cracked hooves. The hooves that had carried him here in search of her.

He wanted to know how she was, the friend he had missed for so long. He gives a single cry for the flame licked mare from his past life. It is a sorrowful noise, calling for a time before his child was dying, before his lover had been gripped by the claws of the dark god, before he had become himself.

He waits for many hours it feels, and when she comes she will find him in the river as she had all those years before. Maybe Goose would see the cracking facade he had worn on the journey here? The body of a man who knew not where to go or who to cry to. Maybe she would see that all he wanted to do was talk. To listen. 

"Hello."

His whispers when she arrives, his voice thick with the burning of winter wind against frozen skin.

"How are you Goose?"

@[Jah-Lilah]



RE: Fickle Mind and Feeble heart | JAH-LILAH - Jah-Lilah - 12-04-2017

Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
I have my own life.


There is a relief and a calm that comes from wading down into the icy water of the flowing river. It wraps itself around her body, soothes her, sings her a quiet lullaby. Guzzling and slurping loudly, she quenches the thirst in her throat as Canaan had quenched the thirst in her heart. Finally, my mare is satisfied. She has had enough. The peace in the thicket is cut short by a piercing cry, full of sadness, as it cuts the crisp air. Her ears pin in slight annoyance, until she realizes she knows the voice. It is an old friend, come to call upon her after several years of anonymity. 

Dragging her swollen frame from the water, she shakes herself then answers him. She is different now, changed. Her belly is wide and swings low, carrying the precious cargo given to her by her beloved, and a few more feathers adorn her mane (also gifts from her winged wonder), but she is still the red wytch. Body the flaming color of copper, hair wild, spirit unruly. Smiling, she returns his greeting with a nicker. "Hello Stone! How are you? I'm doing well!"


I am stronger than you know.