-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
And in the moment Jah appears, Circinae forgets everything else.
They have grown so much together in the past year. Countless dark nights, rendered sleepless by the gnawing beast of loneliness, had been spent pressed close to the red wytch. How many tears had her lightning lover swept clean? How many gilded afternoons and moonlit evenings had been spent exchanging fears, secrets? All that time passing and still Circinae feels elation, breathless desire, when she and her mate can finally be together again.
Hot breath spills out over her back to displace her tawny fur and Circinae can feel the horse within her tugging to be released - she consents, the shift is smooth and practiced. Whole and horse once more she showers Jah with tender murmurs of appreciation and gratitude, “Thank you,” and “I love you” Slip free from the emerald mare’s tongue. It was the first instance of having uttered that phrase but the Wolf of Water no longer shies from the admission. It should have been said long ago, and many more times than this one.
“Jah, I feel like my heart could burst. Could I be any happier?” The little mare laughs, throwing her head about with childish enthusiasm. “No - don’t answer.” She says abruptly, “Woudn’t want to jinx it.”
They both know all too well how funny a thing fate could be. “I have so much I want to talk to you about that I don’t know where to begin!” Circi gasps, settling readily into the hollow of Jah’s shoulder. Words would come, but for now she busies herself with righting the stray locks of her companion’s mane. There’s the smell of warm earth, tinted by a spicy undertone, that assaults her nostrils with each flutter of her lips and Circinae is more than content to be drowned in the scent that is so uniquely Jah. To say that she had missed her spark-and-flame was quite an understatement.
“My heart,” She murmurs at last, once the excitement of their reunion has begun to simmer into a slower, more thorough heat, “I think something wonderful is in store for us.” Circi coos. The phantom beginnings of a foal, their newly fused family, and the possibility of new beginnings are all things she considers as she buries a shy head against the groove of Jah-Lilah’s withers. Her heart, full to overflowing, strains against her ribs.
“Tell me … am I with child?”
Circinae
