Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
She struts her rasta wear, and her suicide poem.
She works tirelessly, doing all she can to keep mother and babe alive. She provides a means for Tangerine to be comfortable, but her priority is preservation of life. The birth seems to be a difficult one, but anything that comes from the God-King Carnage comes with a price to pay. He has given her dear friend the gift of a child, but surely he will ask for something in return. Such bargains are not Jah-Lilah's business, she just needs to make sure the tri-color female survives.
She is working on the female when a familiar scent graces her nostrils. Circinae. Her beautiful cherry wood wolf is here. She wuffs softly, respectfully, and brings catnip. Jah's heart is warmed thoroughly, and she turns her attention from the pied mare only briefly. She nickers softly at her shoulder-mate, grabbing the catnip thankfully. A quick exchange of nuzzles and then she's back at the side of Tangerine. She drops the herb by her side, she may need it later. She's amassed quite a following, as soon an enchanting pale buckskin joins the audience. The girl offers advice about the herbs, and watches like an apt pupil. My firefly smiles warmly, thankfully, and is back at her duty. The foal is crowning.
There are several moments of tension in the air, there are cries of pain, of anguish from @[Tangerine], and then the filly slides out to greet the world. Jah-Lilah, her job done, steps back into the unknown comfortably. She is an observer once more, never a mother, always a midwife. She is happy. Then a chill racks her body. At the utterance of the filly's name, my mare is suddenly unable to move, premonitions of the future threatening her happiness. She tosses her head, shaking the thoughts off and moving away to give the mother and child some time to get acclimated. As quick and sounlessly as she arrived, she is gone. A quick kiss and a head rub to Tangerine, a blessing whispered and a nuzzle on the forehead for Celest. Then, the red mare is away, as if she had never been there at all. Her only hesitation is at the side of Circinae, a pause taken only for the moment so they may exit together.
She bears a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came.
She works tirelessly, doing all she can to keep mother and babe alive. She provides a means for Tangerine to be comfortable, but her priority is preservation of life. The birth seems to be a difficult one, but anything that comes from the God-King Carnage comes with a price to pay. He has given her dear friend the gift of a child, but surely he will ask for something in return. Such bargains are not Jah-Lilah's business, she just needs to make sure the tri-color female survives.
She is working on the female when a familiar scent graces her nostrils. Circinae. Her beautiful cherry wood wolf is here. She wuffs softly, respectfully, and brings catnip. Jah's heart is warmed thoroughly, and she turns her attention from the pied mare only briefly. She nickers softly at her shoulder-mate, grabbing the catnip thankfully. A quick exchange of nuzzles and then she's back at the side of Tangerine. She drops the herb by her side, she may need it later. She's amassed quite a following, as soon an enchanting pale buckskin joins the audience. The girl offers advice about the herbs, and watches like an apt pupil. My firefly smiles warmly, thankfully, and is back at her duty. The foal is crowning.
There are several moments of tension in the air, there are cries of pain, of anguish from @[Tangerine], and then the filly slides out to greet the world. Jah-Lilah, her job done, steps back into the unknown comfortably. She is an observer once more, never a mother, always a midwife. She is happy. Then a chill racks her body. At the utterance of the filly's name, my mare is suddenly unable to move, premonitions of the future threatening her happiness. She tosses her head, shaking the thoughts off and moving away to give the mother and child some time to get acclimated. As quick and sounlessly as she arrived, she is gone. A quick kiss and a head rub to Tangerine, a blessing whispered and a nuzzle on the forehead for Celest. Then, the red mare is away, as if she had never been there at all. Her only hesitation is at the side of Circinae, a pause taken only for the moment so they may exit together.
She bears a cross from a faith that died before Jesus came.