After Us Comes The Flood; Nikkai

[Warlight]

Warlight

Soul as sweet as blood red jam

Will sighs, running her tongue across the beads of water that dot her lower lip. She hadn't realized how much she had been hoping Nikkia would be here until it seemed that her inclination was nothing more than a rambling imagination. But she doesn't turn to go. The antlered mare watches the waterfall, her thoughts turning over the intricacies of her new life, and the mists begin to move in a way that immediately snaps her back to the present. They weave close, tight and dense, until suddenly Nikkai is tangible before her.

Warlight smiles.

When the mysterious grey mare speaks her name, Will fells a kind of warmth for and from her, despite the sheets of cold water falling around them. The wind shifts and the false-rain slackens, pushed in the same direction as the palm trees now bend, and lessening the roar of the falls.

"It's good to see you." Will's voice is clear as it carries across the pool, and she speaks from the heart. She had called with no query, for no real reason; she was not wounded or in need of magical aid. Something in her had wanted to see Nikkai again, and she hopes she hasn't overstepped by summoning her this way.

The doubt flares as fast as a flash of lightning across her features, but when it passes, they fall back into their usual confident, curious arrangement.

"I hope you're adjusting well," she begins, stepping carefully across the wet stones to stand a few paces closer. "I'm sure more has changed for you than most." She tries to imagine what it would have been like if the quest had happened twenty years later and she had come back to find Raul an old stallion with a family and life that didn't include her... and she shakes her head without realizing she had.

@[Nikkai] pleeeease nothing you write is shit <3