Oh, Circy remembers when her dreams seemed like lifetimes. The memory of those beautiful (sometimes terrifying) journeys had left her shaken when she leapt back to awareness after a good night's sleep. In fact, that’s how she feels now; even as Corvus disappears from sight the touch of a nightmare seems to collide with reality and rattles her with a sense of deja vu until she’s wordlessly screaming for them to return to her side. The memory of watching another small, reddish body disappear from her sight is all too familiar in this instant.
But her worry is needlessly awoken. As she tops the small hillock, Circinae’s vision is swimming with tears that soon refresh themselves out of joy. They haven’t been taken, her boys, they’ve been stopped - halted in their disobedience by a nearby stranger who oozes a warmth that Circy thinks may be unequal to any other creature she’s ever met before. “Hey mama.” A voice rings out, the introduction matched by a light flutter of laughter as the shifter sways gracefully down the incline to meet them. “I keep having to remind myself that children are a blessing, not a curse.” She hums, sheepish now that her inability to keep them together is evident.
With deadly accuracy and frightening speed the new dam lands a sore nip on Crevan’s rump, following the action with a hard stare in his brother’s direction. They were more trouble than she could have imagined and though she wants to admonish them aloud, she finds that the look of betrayal darkening Crevan’s face is enough punishment for one day. It pained her to reprimand him anyhow. “I’m sorry for disturbing you.” She murmurs, turning back to find the easy going mare close enough to touch.
She should move, put some distance between them; they were hardly friends, after all. Yet she can’t, better still she won’t back away. Inside of her there’s still a longing for companionship that runs dry when Canaan disappears. For some reason before now that knowledge had never bothered her … but when her stark blue eyes settle into the gaze opposite hers, it sparks an ache that curls in the pit of her belly. “I’m Circinae. Call me Circy, if you’d like.”
ooc: I loveeeee Jah-Lilah, sorry you've been waiting forever
