Oh, my love, don't forsake me
Take what the water gave me
She thought that she had enjoyed the silence between them, but when his mouth falls apart and his voice begins to dull the noise of the deadened wood (blanketing her with its peaceful warmth, lulling her into a wonderful sense of stasis) she decides firmly that she would trade an eternity of silence for the opportunity to be wrapped up those heavy, warm notes. “Not much.” He tells her, but she doesn’t believe it for a minute. How could those honey-gold eyes possibly hope to hide the depth behind them, especially from her? Still, there is a twinge of satisfaction when he mentions his home, as if he’s opening a small window for her to peer inside.
The light within is soft and brilliant. Siblings, he has plenty - something that Circinae can easily relate to. A long-lost sister brings to mind her last visit with Wyrm (not entirely pleasant, but that was years ago) and she feels a twinge of longing in her own breast. If she had gotten to know her half-brother better, would she have suffered alone as she did? “Yes.” Her conscious supplies, giving her images of his terrible nature. “Wyrm was never loving, or protective.” He’d met her because of their father, nothing more, nothing less.
“I feel like I can tell you anything.” He says, drawing her attention fully back to him. There’s something there - in the way his lips pull downward just so - that has her chest clenched tight into a fist of worry. “A friend…” He calls another mare, but Circinae knows no such ‘friend’ could dampen Canaan’s spirits without good cause. Her eyes are searching his face now, watching as a shadow looms over his expression and sorrow touches the golden corners of his cheekbones, weighs heavy on those winged shoulders. “always hoped it would be me.”
Silence envelopes them.
It hurts, of course, to realize that in every situation she finds herself in she seems to be a second, less-worthy option. Always dancing so close to the flame but never feeling its heat without being burnt. In shyness, she turns her gaze away and concentrates instead on the erratic rhythm of her own heart. She can’t be mad though, or disappointed (how could she?) because it’s clear to her that these two have history, just as Ruan and Reagan had something she could never hope to understand. An ear tips in his direction while a thoughtful smile keeps her spirits together, “Don’t apologize.” filling the tense air around them while she exhales softly. “Perhaps, some day, it will be you.” She muses, “Love works in curious ways.”
She only wishes that it would curiously work for her, at least once. “Keeping me busy?” She ponders aloud, laughing gently at the notion. “I can show you better than I can tell you.” She tempts, tail swinging in a wide arc to slap him haphazardly from behind. He’d shared a secret with her, had he not? It would be rude of her not to return the favor. With a simple, smooth motion she pushes herself ahead into a trot, each footfall precise and deft in its action - until the third stride, when she shifts wholly into a slender, little brown wolf.
With a playful, toothy grin she stops, turning back to yip at Canaan with a wag of her bushy tail. Her large ears twitch, head tilting gently while she sniffs the breeze from a new perspective, and then in another blink of the eye she grows and changes once more, back to the mare he’s become so familiar with. “I smelled water nearby!” She laughs, the sound throaty and pleasent on her tongue. Nevermind the fact that she’d just become another creature. Circinae waits for him there, blue eyes bright with excitement once more, choosing to push the sorrows of yesterday behind her … if only for a moment of happiness with him.
Lay me down--
Let the only sound be the overflow
