She is headed home, finally. Many nights and many more days have passed since she came to be washed up on the shore elsewhere and Circinae, the green-trimmed-navy mare, is more than ready for her semi-vacation to be at its end. The twins, tangling amongst themselves behind her, no doubt shared in her eagerness to be anywhere besides where they’d been. Everything new was exciting to children.
She had wanted to return directly to Taiga, cutting out the unnecessary length of travel between the River and her kingdom by teleporting. When she’d jumped, though, and found herself on the bank which divided the Forest from the redwoods, she only had one foal beside her instead of two. One could imagine how distraught she’d been. Her little breach boy had been left behind and was waiting worriedly when she returned to him, but it was how she learned that she could only take one creature at a time. Even magic had its limitations.
Reunited on the banks with her eldest twin she checks them both for signs of distress, nosing each of them carefully should she miss something with her eyes. She’s fretful (a new mother) and it shows. It’s only when the smell of something distinctly male nearby drifts on a passing breeze that she stalls and picks her head up, ears alert and eyes bright, to see who it might be. A dark stallion with his back turned, gazing intently at something she cannot place. Her ears shift, then her eyes, and from afar she can now see the lonely girl that seems to draw him in. His stance looks so … familiar.
Without even thinking about the repercussions she moves ahead, stealthily graceful on slender legs that support her stout, pony body. Circy’s twins trail behind, knowing instinctually to stick close even though she doesn’t order them to. Casually, her face molds back to the normality that it was before. A few strides away she calls out, “Hello there!” with a polite, unassuming smile to match, “You look lost, perhaps I can be of some help?” The three of them seem picturesque as they come to a rest but the little wolf doesn’t mind. If it seems to others that she’s no threat, then she’s doing a fabulous job of wearing her mask.
ooc: So, not a Longclaw to Iset post, but almost as good, maybe?
