like the devil's in your hands
Oh how long she had waited for this moment! As soon as her feet touched the soft grass after so long on nothing but the rocky mountain soil, Nicia's whole body seemed to glow. She was a shallow creature with simple needs and simple appetites and there would be no love lost for the fairy riddled pile of rocks that dominated the new Beqanna landscape. To Nicia the mountain was a physical manifestation of how much the fairies lorded over them equines of Beqanna, and the fact that it had been her beloved's self imposed exile after the fairies had stripped the magic didn't foster much good will on her part either. But now! Now they would be able to enjoy all the simple pleasures of their previous lives once more.
As she had descended the mountain at Kirin's side she could hardly contain her excitement behind her normally cool mask. Many smiles and gentle touches were passed along to her lover as they made the climb. He could have flown, but they would never be apart again as long as she had a say. Nicia still marveled at his exquisite form. She loved the way his wings glinted in the summere sun, and the way his feathers felt as they grazed against her silver hide. Not for the first time, she wished that she too had been blessed by her father with wings. Not that she took her iron shifting for granted, oh no, quite the opposite. The iron was what marked her as the most special of Khaos' children, she merely wants to be able to feel the rush of wind at Kirin's side. And what a pretty pair of birds they would make.
Nicia can't say that she is surprised when her love finds himself a nice piece of shade to hide in from the birght, summer sun. They had spent so long in the frigid mountain air it hardly seemed real that it could be so warm down in the common lands. She saunters over to him, her silver skin shining like a diamond as her muscles glide beneath it. She pauses a moment to stare at him, lustfully taking in all that belonged to her. She knew about his mass of children and the other mares that he had taken, but they were nothing and meant nothing. His heart belonged to her, and her's to him. Nothing would come between them again. Not space, time, or those bedamned fairies. Batting her eyelashes at him, Nicia settles her body as close to his as possible, feeling his skin pressed hot and sweaty against hers. A shiver rippled through at the delicious thoughts that came to mind.
She watched with mild interest as he sent the small mouse flying with a well placed kick and a small giggle burst out of her. With a wistful sigh she whispered into his neck, "Oh, Kult would have loved that."
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