After Us Comes The Flood; Nikkai

[Warlight]

Warlight

Soul as sweet as blood red jam

Autumn had chased away Tephra's summer heat, at least for the evening, and as the hot air rose the void was quickly filled by an impatient, dancing wind. It whipped the scents of far-off kingdoms across Warlight's face as she traveled north, blustering against her ears and snagging in her tangled mane, lifting the heavy mass of it to reveal her muscled neck. The Volcano is visible in the not so far off distance, as it was on most days, and it would be clear to most onlookers, that was where this mare was so purposefully headed.

In years past these foreign scents would have stirred her blood, set her mind to contriving where she would travel once night fell and she could step across the miles with a dream.

But she doesn't dream as much these days, and that's alright with her.

It was a quiet life, but not unpleasant, and Warlight thought she deserved a bit of quietness after the years of fighting and wheezing.

She had come back to the waterfall several times since her re-birth almost a year ago, and she does so today. She seems very alone, as her toes touch the water and her quiet movement stops, but it is not a bad sort of alone. There was a quickening in her womb she could not ignore, and it had made her subdued and thoughtful. She had been wild and sick in the days of her first pregnancy, still a child herself, but this time she has the experience to realize the meaning of the subtle changes in her body. 

Her blue-black eyes seek shapes in the changing mists of the waterfall as her head lifts from a long drink, her sunburnt lips slick.

"Nikkia?" She asks into the thunder, indulging in a moment of imagination. If she was wrong, there would be no one here to see.

@[Nikkai]