-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
In the beginning it had been the shy blossoming of love. Circinae had been a trembling, frail flower back then, petals shyly closed against the sun and a stem not yet far from the ground. In the Meadow where she and Jah had first intertwined the realization of just who the bloodred mare would become hadn’t even settled in. And now?
The broken web of shadows from the edge of the Meadow cannot touch the two from where they stand, so closely pressed together. The only shade is cast by Circinae’s companion, and the red wytch is doing her best to rid even those grey spots from Circinae’s hide with her tender grooming. “Jah, my heart, my Spark-and-Flame,” She murmurs, adopting for a moment the habit her lover had come to bestow on others. “what would I be without you or Canaan? I’m only whole because he restored my heart, and you held it together.” The truth spills easily enough.
Her mate is busy, though, rubbing with kittenish demure along her side until Circinae is weak. Instinctively she squares, each leg shuffling softly, numbly, beneath her while she spreads as if in preparation for embrace. “I’m soft, like water,” The loose mare moans when breathing becomes a task, “Canaan longs for something wild, like fire.” She gasps when the red mare’s teeth lock onto her weak spot between her withers. The shifter’s mind is hazy, she doesn’t know what it means to be intoxicated but it assaults her all the same - unforgiving like the sea when it pounds her in waves of emotion. A tremor rattles her; the peak of her tail where emerald blends to navy rising in response to the dominant, heated aggression.
It’s an aggression she willingly submits to, an aggression Canaan would revel in could he but taste it. “Jahhh…” Circinae pleadingly whimpers, unaware that her eyes have closed and her back has curved in expectation, “I cannot live without you. Take me, and take Canaan, as your lovers.”
Archly she turns her head over one beryl shoulder to pin her desire upon Jah with molten, stark blue eyes. “Will you honor us by accepting?”
Circinae
