Kitra feels the magician well before her mother’s admonishments slide into her ears, “mind your manners,” the Golden Queen had always told her daughter with the too-free spirit. Yael’s presence had always felt like a soft ripple of tranquility that spread across her for just a breath whenever she came – she had always wondered if other’s felt it too. Kitra merely smiles mischievously back at her mother’s sweetly-laced scolding before taking another step closer to the painted mare, amber eyes smoldering like an imp’s, “what a weird name,” she says, off-handedly, “but I like it,” she adds.
“Kitra,” she offers, her gaze lingering on Scalped’s before trailing to the mare’s swollen stomach and hoof-gouged sides, perhaps lust creeped its way out differently for each person. Because when the gold gilded girl thinks of lust she thinks of… coquettish glances stolen before slipping away behind a tree too large, of moments achingly desired. Of memories filled with heat and hunger and no consequence. She thinks of the Freelands, the place she ran to in anguish over her father’s death, where societal boundaries did not dictate desires nor put parameters on how or who you could feed them with.
It was interesting though, still, to note how mother and daughter had shared similar yearnings in their lifetimes. Albeit the two had never discussed such intimate subjects (though Yael could read her daughter like a veritable diary if she was so compelled to), they had both loved women. For Kitra, her lusts were genderless, it was a boiling liquid thing that swam through her from time to time – from face to face. She appreciated the hardness of a stallion’s chest just as much as the feminine curve of Scalped’s cheek.
“And this is my mother, Queen Yael,” she says, her gold lips sliding into a wide smile as the cloud appears above the mare. Kitra moves to close the gap of space between herself and Scalped before tilting her head back to peer up at the magic wrought thunderhead. “I wouldn’t mind a bath either,” she laughs, waiting for the rain to wet her gold-dipped skin.