The journey seems to get easier every time. At first, Circinae had been afraid of the letting the water take ahold, so unpredictable was its current and fortitude. The waves had a pension for sending her odd places and, half of the time, she’d find herself teleported midway out to sea where she’d simply start all over again. Frustrating, to say in the least, but those months of toil and mishap perfecting her gift had been worth the effort. Now, each spot that she knew was safe for transport was locked away inside of her mind; filed there along with the hundreds of other safe doorways her power could send her through. No distance was too far in Beqanna, no place hidden from her.
Each time, however, she closes her eyes.
It’s a matter of seeing with the mind, of opening that ability to trust instinct above eyesight. Now, with her neck intertwined about Jah-Lilah’s, she’s got her eyes firmly shut and her ears filled with a roaring sound. The two are swept away, breathtakingly quick, and transported immediately to the rough shores of Nerine. This place is much like the other that they left; briny water lapping at their knees, a sloping inclination of land. The one difference, though, is the cliffs. With a small shake of her narrow head, Circinae blinks softly and peers up at their impressive, grey heights. “We’re here.” She murmurs, unlocking herself from the concrete death grip she and Jah had shared.
Above them, gulls cry havoc and the wind whips angrily against the slate rock. Her tail has billowed out behind her, a filmy veil of navy blue that, soaked through, seems almost black. “I thought of Canaan and this is where we were dumped?” The wolfish mare muses, her tone warmed by a pleasantly curious lilt. “Odd.”
Undulating against her chest, the cold of the sea has begun to numb her legs so the pony-mare pushes herself ahead, dainty hooves digging ardently into the sand while her forward motion creates ripples of water that stream alongside her. “Are you alright?” She asks Jah-Lilah, throwing her head over her shoulder to assess her fiery companion. This was only the second time she’d transported another horse, and the first that was adult-sized. “And the pegasi around here think flying is fast!” She laughs aloud, happy to simply be here, whole, and with a goal in mind.
The shore and her craggy caverns meet them soon enough and, once breached, Circy gives a hearty shake for good measure before peering out to either side of the beach. Their task, which before had seemed so hopeful and simple, now seemed as impossibly bare and never-ending as this shore. “Well,” The teleporter sighs, “Which direction should we start in?”
@[Jah-Lilah]