-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
This life begins to wear at her.
Like the sea incessantly beating against a stone, this life has come to wear away Circinae’s once sharp edges and has aided in adding a few, fine silver hairs around her wizened eyes and her always smiling mouth. Mother to three, (Soon it will be four, with Jah-Lilah’s coming foal) lover to two, and ruler of one kingdom she is simply feeling the harsh weight of a heavy cape and crown.
It doesn’t stop her from jumping across the sea when she smells her youngest on the wind. Easing through her portal, the Keeper of Ischia rises languid and cloaked in black from the swirling waves. The vision of her daughter and some curious stallion pressed close serves to startle her for a moment, (Nyxa is growing so fast, too fast) but she checks herself and cuts through the breakers with still-strong knees until she faces the both of them.
“I do hope Nyxa has been pleasant company,” The pony-mare calls out, stopping once she’s come close enough to exchange warm breath with her offspring. “My name is Circinae and I’ve come to offer you quick travel to our home, Ischia.” She tells him warmly.
Her daughter, quick to throw a frown at the inclination that she could be anything but charming, soon turns her frown into a wide grin at the idea of Hod jumping portals. “Mother this is Hod -” Nyxa exclaims, curving a pale neck to the side so that her nose can brush against his gray neck, “He and …” She pauses, looking around for Bragi but finding nothing in the way of appearances.
Hod, however, seems unperturbed by the lack of his elder siblings company so with a brief jolt Nyxa starts again. “Well, he’d like to come and live with us. That’s alright, isn’t it?” She questions, sure of the answer even as Circinae laughs gently and replies, “Of course it is. Hod, we’d be honored to have you - and anyone else you might know for that matter.” Circy speaks, taking the hint about a missing party.
The green-and-navy mare turns on a quick heel, eager to be back on the solitude of her island. Her daughter Nyxa, though, snaps her teeth out to grab a tuft of tail hair and tug. At first, the old wolf is mad; Circinae rounds to snap on her daughter for being so impertinent but when she does, Nyxa has already turned her attention to Hod.
Her daughters nose is underneath his strong chin and Nyxa is whispering something - something like, I’ve got you, or this way through - Circy can’t be sure. Steadily though, her tawny shoulder pressed to Hod’s brawny gray one, Nyxa strikes out to make for the portal. “You go ahead, Hod.” She tells him, this time loud enough that the mother can hear, “I’ll meet you soon enough.”
And then, to Circinae’s utter shock and surprise, Nyxa turns away from them both and slips down, underneath the waves.
“She’s gone … swimming.” Circinae mutters absentmindedly, taking her daughter’s place at Hod’s side. “Ready? It’s only a few steps forward and then you’ll be there.” She tells him, her mind drifting out to sea where her daughter has yet to re-surface. A strange thing, this life.
And then, she slips through her gate and waits for Hod to follow.
Circinae
@[Hod] That's totally fine! Should we start a new thread for Hod and Nyxa?