11-04-2017, 01:33 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
If you leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream, and for a fraction of a second you can't remember where you are...
The red wytch has been scouring every corner of Ischia, she is restless. She doesn't exactly know what she's looking for, but when she finds it, she'll know. My mare is nesting. A voice, an urge, whatever you want to call it, it drives her. There is a primal need pushing her, telling her to find a place to bear her young. The island has no predators, except of the hooved variety, and surely none would be so stupid as to cross the mate of the Wolf or the Wind. She is glad her mate has found and claimed this land for them. There are many hidden thickets, many places to be turned into a honeycomb hideaway, many places for Jah to bring her child into the world in safety, in secrecy. It is in the search for such a place that she hears her name.
The voice cuts through the calm afternoon air like a knife, and she jerks her head up sharply. Her ears are perked, she stands as tall as she can straining to pinpoint the location of the sound. When she is beckoned for again she bounds off. Taking care to watch her feet and her belly, she makes her way towards the edge of their island. A leap over a log and she's breached the perimeter of the trees, and all she sees is ocean in front of her. She trots forth, making a sharp left as she she's a dark form making its' way up the beach, and that's when she realizes who it is. @[Ciri] has come to call on her.
The girl is a mess, but she is glowing. She's waterlogged and shaking as she tries to find her feet beneath her in the wet sand. Jah notes a new scar on the mare's face that wasn't there before, she's sure of it. She healed every wound on the young creature's body and she knows that one wasn't there. There are salty tear stains below her eyes, she's been crying, surely a result of the girl's delicate state. As soon as Ciri emerges from the sea Jah can see it, the shine of the first pregnancy. Hair soft and long, coat gleaming in the sun. Jah-Lilah wears this new skin herself, would anyone to notice she would blame the happy and healthy new environment she's thriving in, but the Earth-Mother knows the truth.
My firefly goes to the girl's side, helping her gain her bearings. She nuzzles her, making mother-mare noises to calm her down. "Daughter-of-the-Stars, are you alright? What's going on?" Concern in plastered all over her face as she gives the girl a once-over, making sure she's uninjured from her long and arduous journey from what Jah assumes is Hyaline.
...just open your window, and follow your memory upstream to the meadow at the lake's edge where we counted every fallen star.
The red wytch has been scouring every corner of Ischia, she is restless. She doesn't exactly know what she's looking for, but when she finds it, she'll know. My mare is nesting. A voice, an urge, whatever you want to call it, it drives her. There is a primal need pushing her, telling her to find a place to bear her young. The island has no predators, except of the hooved variety, and surely none would be so stupid as to cross the mate of the Wolf or the Wind. She is glad her mate has found and claimed this land for them. There are many hidden thickets, many places to be turned into a honeycomb hideaway, many places for Jah to bring her child into the world in safety, in secrecy. It is in the search for such a place that she hears her name.
The voice cuts through the calm afternoon air like a knife, and she jerks her head up sharply. Her ears are perked, she stands as tall as she can straining to pinpoint the location of the sound. When she is beckoned for again she bounds off. Taking care to watch her feet and her belly, she makes her way towards the edge of their island. A leap over a log and she's breached the perimeter of the trees, and all she sees is ocean in front of her. She trots forth, making a sharp left as she she's a dark form making its' way up the beach, and that's when she realizes who it is. @[Ciri] has come to call on her.
The girl is a mess, but she is glowing. She's waterlogged and shaking as she tries to find her feet beneath her in the wet sand. Jah notes a new scar on the mare's face that wasn't there before, she's sure of it. She healed every wound on the young creature's body and she knows that one wasn't there. There are salty tear stains below her eyes, she's been crying, surely a result of the girl's delicate state. As soon as Ciri emerges from the sea Jah can see it, the shine of the first pregnancy. Hair soft and long, coat gleaming in the sun. Jah-Lilah wears this new skin herself, would anyone to notice she would blame the happy and healthy new environment she's thriving in, but the Earth-Mother knows the truth.
My firefly goes to the girl's side, helping her gain her bearings. She nuzzles her, making mother-mare noises to calm her down. "Daughter-of-the-Stars, are you alright? What's going on?" Concern in plastered all over her face as she gives the girl a once-over, making sure she's uninjured from her long and arduous journey from what Jah assumes is Hyaline.
...just open your window, and follow your memory upstream to the meadow at the lake's edge where we counted every fallen star.