-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
First Canaan and now Jah-Lilah.
Has she missed some cataclysmic event? Was there a time where she went wrong when she should have gone right? It seems odd to her that Canaan feels her slipping, he’s always been a free-spirited individual and she’s done her best to respect that. Jah-Lilah too has spent hours out on her own agendas (was she not a healer in her own right, traveling to do good works?) but Circinae has never come to the conclusion that she and her flame lover might be growing apart.
Suddenly, she feels a cleaving of herself from them - Canaan and Jah-Lilah. They mourn for her loss and she can’t understand why. “I’ve missed you too, busy bee.” She offers, taking to the grooming with equal enthusiasm returned. Only when her soft nose brushes along the tight curve of her dark belly, when she feels the flutter of movement beneath her mouth, only then does she pause.
“Busy indeed.” She coos, turning a wicked and knowing eye to the silver-lined dame. “Were you ever going to tell me?” She asks, unable to keep the edge out of her tone with the thought (I haven’t been keeping things from you, I still trust you.) All the same, she exhales and drapes a short neck over the rise of Jah’s withers. “It doesn’t matter; I’m happy for you. For us.” She cements, pulling the mare closer, tighter in the starry dark.
A thrill of fear shoots through her veins. “Is there something wrong, with you and Canaan? Have I done something terrible?” She asks, all the while her mind is turning gear after gear, (I gave you a home, I gave you my heart, I gave you a kingdom.) There’s a mixture of concern and anger, a fine line of why? and what the fuck? she tries hard to maintain control over.
“All I ever wanted you two have given me, time and time again. Have I been a selfish lover, Spark-and-Flame?”
Circinae
@[Jah-Lilah]