Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
So she says it's time she goes...
The red mare was drained. After the collapse of Taiga following her adventure with Wolf-of-the-Water, she had nothing left emotionally. She had come to the quiet of the meadow this autumn afternoon to collect herself and her thoughts. She had stayed even as the sun began to fade in front of her. She grazed absently on her favorite hill, eyes up and watching the other small groups of equine milling about. She had no interest in them, but enjoyed people-watching nonetheless. She wondered if any of them were even concerned with all the happenings around them, or if they reveled in their feigned ignorance of Beqanna politics. She snorted, raising her head and testing the wind. No, no one she knew played in the valley below, and part of her was glad. She wasn't ready to cry upon the shoulder of a loved one just yet.
She smelled his earthy scent before she saw him, could tell he was canine, but not wholly. Another shifter, she assumed. Their genetics were rampant with the incredible trait, and it always impressed Jah-Lilah with how seamless so many of them made the transition. A rustling of leaves behind and to the side of her tells of his approach, and her ear swivels to pinpoint his exact location. He is yippy and yappy, and all things coyote. Stealth was clearly not his goal as he trounced over to her, mouth grinning wide like most of his kind. His tongue lolls out the side of his toothy smile and he relaxes beside her, looking up. She turns her head, blinking down at him slowly. He is a cute little thing, tawny and scraggly, but cute anyways. She snortles down at him, then returns to the sunset. "So it is, Little Sunkmanitu. She exhales gently, she doesn't welcome him with open arms, but she doesn't shoo him away either. Perhaps she is receptive to a bit of company this evening while she mourns the loss of many of the Earth-Mother's children. The whole redwood forest, gone. She was still in shock.
...But wanted to be sure, I know.
The red mare was drained. After the collapse of Taiga following her adventure with Wolf-of-the-Water, she had nothing left emotionally. She had come to the quiet of the meadow this autumn afternoon to collect herself and her thoughts. She had stayed even as the sun began to fade in front of her. She grazed absently on her favorite hill, eyes up and watching the other small groups of equine milling about. She had no interest in them, but enjoyed people-watching nonetheless. She wondered if any of them were even concerned with all the happenings around them, or if they reveled in their feigned ignorance of Beqanna politics. She snorted, raising her head and testing the wind. No, no one she knew played in the valley below, and part of her was glad. She wasn't ready to cry upon the shoulder of a loved one just yet.
She smelled his earthy scent before she saw him, could tell he was canine, but not wholly. Another shifter, she assumed. Their genetics were rampant with the incredible trait, and it always impressed Jah-Lilah with how seamless so many of them made the transition. A rustling of leaves behind and to the side of her tells of his approach, and her ear swivels to pinpoint his exact location. He is yippy and yappy, and all things coyote. Stealth was clearly not his goal as he trounced over to her, mouth grinning wide like most of his kind. His tongue lolls out the side of his toothy smile and he relaxes beside her, looking up. She turns her head, blinking down at him slowly. He is a cute little thing, tawny and scraggly, but cute anyways. She snortles down at him, then returns to the sunset. "So it is, Little Sunkmanitu. She exhales gently, she doesn't welcome him with open arms, but she doesn't shoo him away either. Perhaps she is receptive to a bit of company this evening while she mourns the loss of many of the Earth-Mother's children. The whole redwood forest, gone. She was still in shock.
...But wanted to be sure, I know.
@[woodrow]