-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
In Hyaline she stares at her reflection, watching the multitude of life beneath the surface pass under the transparency of her wavering likeness with mute worry. Down there, where the water muffles sound and cocoons the body on all sides, it would be easy to ignore the way Jah-Lilah and Canaan threw sidelong glances at one another. Down there, she could forget that soon her union with that golden boy would be eclipsed by the electric pull of another. “It was what you wanted.” She reminds her reflection, each corner of her stoic mouth pulling slightly deeper into a frown. “It was right.”
Circinae’s left fore jerks free from a standstill to land squarely in the water, dispersing minnows and her reflection with the finality of a single step. She sighs, expelling a tense moment’s worth of breath while closing her eyes before summoning an unhurried portal. The bicolored mare is as of yet undecided on where this gate will open - If she searched, perhaps a puddle of some leftover summer storm might bring her closer to Crevan? Or maybe, just maybe, she could sneak once more onto the shores of Nerine, find her brother? “No, and certainly not.” She reasons with the gentle shake of her head. Crevan was rogue now, she knew it. Wyrm? Ehhh …
A spark of inspiration touches her, causes her thin eyelids to flutter open and widen that mesmerizing blue stare. Circinae no longer needed to ponder where she’d go, the gaping mouth of water is open wide and ready for her. Down she glides, up she crawls; through the surface of Hyaline’s crystal waters and back out into the rapids of the lonely, outstretched River. It takes only moments, enough time to soak her through and leave her refreshed while the Summer heat warms her back, and then she’s free of the great blue landmark - working her way with leisure through the spindly outcroppings of pine and oak before the gentle brush of grass is all the eye can see.
Out here, she can breath again and she does - deep lungfuls of golden light and playful winds that fill her chest and clear her mind. Nothing seems as complicated as it had before, the moment winding into quiet contemplation as the sun lazily reaches its crest. Midday gives her repose, dries her coat and soothes her muscles while the thoughts swim in convoluted circles through her mind. Hour after hour is simply taken for herself, selfish as that may seem with a new babe at home, yet she feels nothing but the necessity of it. Somewhere, out there in the great expanse of their world, two lovers are uniting for the first time to shatter expectations and boundaries alike and she … well, she is here.
Circinae succumbs to weight on her shoulders, lowers her head, and weeps.
Circinae
@[Canaan]