-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Her own impatience fuels her.
Through the winding paths of Beqanna the little brown wolf darts haphazardly. She’s not in any rush, persay, but the thrill of having questions answered before Time would give them up is simply too enticing to allow for ambling sightseeing. Her mind, much like her paws, races with thoughts of hope and joy until it feels swept clean by some unnatural hurricane of force. She mustn't get ahead of herself, it would do no good if heartbreak awaited. But she can’t help it, she can’t help it, she just can’t help it.
Circinae believes she might be pregnant.
Already her dreams conjured images of tiny legs, sweet wide eyes, and innocent disposition in the form of a long-awaited child. She spent hours glancing blankly into the thicket of her surrounding world, lost with wishes of gold and green made anew while below, in the shadows of her belly, desire grew into love. It had been almost important at first to ignore the signs - a powerful new craving for red meat, sickness when she least expected it - these were all just happenstance. As much as she had wanted it to be true then, the pain of it not coming to fruition would have been too much.
Now she’s almost certain, but there’d been no sudden change now like there’d been before, with the twins. Her stomach had yet to balloon in that familiar, uncomfortable way and her milk wasn’t coming in. She could wait, like most mares; be patient and just ride the storm until it blew away. But Circinae, as we all know, is no simple mare and she has a proverbial card up her sleeve. @[Jah-Lilah], (somewhere nearby, her nose tells her) was a trump queen in a deck of jokers. If anyone could tell her ahead of time it would be her ruby lover.
The slender wolf pulls to a halt just near the edge of the meadow where the shadows of the Forest behind her still caress the earth below her. Scanning, she has yet to find that flash of fire in the otherwise dull gathering but her mouth tips skywards and her teeth split apart to release a quick howl. Let her dame hear one note and the electric girl would be here in a minute, Circinae doesn’t even have a doubt about that. Pleased and rather excited she sits, tail curling deftly over her feet to keep the winter cold at bay.
Circinae
