09-20-2017, 03:50 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
She comes out at night, that's when the energy comes.
Jah-Lilah is jolted awake in the cool spring evening by the sound of her name. This is no new experience for her, she is used to her mate beckoning her forth whenever she so chooses. But it is not her beloved Wolf-of-the-Water who desires her at three in the morning, normally the time they hold their secret meetings of the flesh. It is the pied precog, Tangerine. It can only mean one thing, the time for the birth of her demi-god daughter has come.
Jah shakes of the sluggish coat of slumber and immediately breaks into a brisk canter, headed for that damn lake again. It seems like her presence was required quite often lately in the realm of the Dragon-King, perhaps the Earth-Mother was trying to tell her something. Nevermind, she wasn't trying to hear that right now. She trudges through the valley, high into the peaks of Hyaline. She follows the sound of crying, of begging. She happens upon the tri-colored female from the plains, and shakes her head, sympathy in my mare's eyes.
She greets the girl with a quiet nicker, then bows her head to sniff and blow. She judges the situation. The babe will be a hellion getting here, but Tangerine will survive. She begins nuzzling the mare's flanks, applying slight pressure, trying to relax her and help with contractions. She sings a quiet song, trying to calm the girl. She hesitates, looks around, then is off for a moment. She seeks out skullcap or catnip, to help ease the contractions and relax the tense mare. Catnip is unavailable, but by the grace of the Earth-Mother she finds Skullcap only a few minutes from the painted girl.
"Here, little Spotted-Seer, eat this. It will help with the pain." She drops the herb near the other's pinkish muzzle, then returns to her hind end to gauge the progress of her unborn. She continues humming while she works, nuzzling the mare's barrel and trying to help ease the babe into the world.
The dark sides are alight, the vampires are roaming.
Jah-Lilah is jolted awake in the cool spring evening by the sound of her name. This is no new experience for her, she is used to her mate beckoning her forth whenever she so chooses. But it is not her beloved Wolf-of-the-Water who desires her at three in the morning, normally the time they hold their secret meetings of the flesh. It is the pied precog, Tangerine. It can only mean one thing, the time for the birth of her demi-god daughter has come.
Jah shakes of the sluggish coat of slumber and immediately breaks into a brisk canter, headed for that damn lake again. It seems like her presence was required quite often lately in the realm of the Dragon-King, perhaps the Earth-Mother was trying to tell her something. Nevermind, she wasn't trying to hear that right now. She trudges through the valley, high into the peaks of Hyaline. She follows the sound of crying, of begging. She happens upon the tri-colored female from the plains, and shakes her head, sympathy in my mare's eyes.
She greets the girl with a quiet nicker, then bows her head to sniff and blow. She judges the situation. The babe will be a hellion getting here, but Tangerine will survive. She begins nuzzling the mare's flanks, applying slight pressure, trying to relax her and help with contractions. She sings a quiet song, trying to calm the girl. She hesitates, looks around, then is off for a moment. She seeks out skullcap or catnip, to help ease the contractions and relax the tense mare. Catnip is unavailable, but by the grace of the Earth-Mother she finds Skullcap only a few minutes from the painted girl.
"Here, little Spotted-Seer, eat this. It will help with the pain." She drops the herb near the other's pinkish muzzle, then returns to her hind end to gauge the progress of her unborn. She continues humming while she works, nuzzling the mare's barrel and trying to help ease the babe into the world.
The dark sides are alight, the vampires are roaming.
@[Tangerine]