-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
There is a dynamic already built between the women, founded on steel and stone. Risen high by their mutual respect and love for one another, the temple she and Jah have built as a sanctuary for themselves houses Circinae’s long-hidden heart inside. So, when her lover’s bright cherry lips leave soft indentations of affection against the crook of her sour mouth, Circinae can only tilt her head longingly after that embrace once Jah has lifted it, and join in the rush of excitement over their impending journey.
There’s no need for teleporting; following Jah’s lead the tandem pair clatter through a twisting riverbed and up the other side of the crumbling bank. From there, they’ll roll easily across open land - flashing manes and tails streaming behind them as they go. Circinae’s eyes often roam to where her partner comfortably travels beside her, every coil of coppery-colored muscle giving Jah a buoyant spring and appealing look. “Raeanne…” Her heart whispers; a faint reminder of the red girl she’d already lost once, so long ago.
“Never again.” She promises herself, a tune as old as time now. With the sudden expulsion of pent up energy, the green pony-mare lifts her forehooves with renewed zest and strikes out to jump from their meandering pace to a fresh gallop. In her desire to run from memories past, Circy wishes to first loosen the weight on her shoulders. A good run is an excellent excuse.
“Race you?!” She calls out, streaking past Jah-lilah. A mad sort of grin accompanies her, giving the Hyaline diplomat the air of one who’s forgone reason and morals in favor of a bit of fun. This talk of ‘flying high’ intrigues her; there’s eagerness to see just what her Spark-and-Flame has in store for them.
Oh, the bloodred bay will overtake her - there’s simply genetics at work in those unbeatable odds - but for once Circinae feels the elation of being hunted, being chased.
She loves it.
Circinae
@[Jah-Lilah] @[Canaan]