11-01-2016, 04:59 PM
now don’t you understand…that I’m never changing who I am?
That moment when you know your world is at peace is a great one. To be so at ease with oneself that they are not afraid to push the limits of their personality or power to what they can become, to project the best of themselves into the world and test the waters. They will become more than they ever imagined with a firm support system.
They will take over the earth.
Such would be the young girl that ploughed her way into Reagan’s legs as she jumped off the hill. REY REY! Elora was the first one who made her presence known to the magician, and all at once the grey lady was once again a filly, flipping her tail and swirling flecks that seemed to appear out of nowhere as she became greatly diminished in size, mirroring her age in Elora’s eyes, becoming the girl that Elora needed. This little cat would be their inheritance because she was loved, and because she had such power at her grasp that she had not yet even conceived of. Same with the baby that was broiling in Reagan’s tummy, though not currently visible—through magic, of course, yet still safe—as she took on the glamor of being a filly for the time being, romping and raving through the moors while the dads came up the rear. When Sahm and Newton finally showed themselves, Reagan stopped, looked up and smiled. Aging back to her correct size—and stature—she addressed them with all the love and respect that she had been accustomed too, and it did not surprise her in the least that her unborn son leapt in her womb at the feeling presence of Sahm. His son, for lack of a better demonstrative relation.
“Hello my dear gentlemen. I see it goes well with you both. How have things been keeping you?” She reached down and nosed Elora fondly. “She is growing more lovely by the day, Sahm. Newton, you must be so proud. Are you looking forward to doing this again?”
Before the boys could answer, Reagan’s ears tipped backward and her heart leapt—causing Iasan to leap again—at the prescence of Ruan as he approached their little band. Reagan was immediately at peace, and went to him, nuzzling into his neck and pressing herself against him, allowing her wolf the pleasure of feeling his son kicking into him. She whispers to him in private before they approach a quick I’ve missed you before parting just slightly, and then, drawing her face from Ruan to Sahm and Newton, speaks again. “Sahm and Newton, I’d like you to meet my partner, Ruan. Unexpectedly, the love of my life, as many lifetimes as it has taken to find it. Ruan, this is Sahm and Newton. And this little beauty is Elora, their daughter. My love, they are great friends of mine. Sahm’s magic is blood-born of his father, who was someone I knew many many many years ago.”
They will take over the earth.
Such would be the young girl that ploughed her way into Reagan’s legs as she jumped off the hill. REY REY! Elora was the first one who made her presence known to the magician, and all at once the grey lady was once again a filly, flipping her tail and swirling flecks that seemed to appear out of nowhere as she became greatly diminished in size, mirroring her age in Elora’s eyes, becoming the girl that Elora needed. This little cat would be their inheritance because she was loved, and because she had such power at her grasp that she had not yet even conceived of. Same with the baby that was broiling in Reagan’s tummy, though not currently visible—through magic, of course, yet still safe—as she took on the glamor of being a filly for the time being, romping and raving through the moors while the dads came up the rear. When Sahm and Newton finally showed themselves, Reagan stopped, looked up and smiled. Aging back to her correct size—and stature—she addressed them with all the love and respect that she had been accustomed too, and it did not surprise her in the least that her unborn son leapt in her womb at the feeling presence of Sahm. His son, for lack of a better demonstrative relation.
“Hello my dear gentlemen. I see it goes well with you both. How have things been keeping you?” She reached down and nosed Elora fondly. “She is growing more lovely by the day, Sahm. Newton, you must be so proud. Are you looking forward to doing this again?”
Before the boys could answer, Reagan’s ears tipped backward and her heart leapt—causing Iasan to leap again—at the prescence of Ruan as he approached their little band. Reagan was immediately at peace, and went to him, nuzzling into his neck and pressing herself against him, allowing her wolf the pleasure of feeling his son kicking into him. She whispers to him in private before they approach a quick I’ve missed you before parting just slightly, and then, drawing her face from Ruan to Sahm and Newton, speaks again. “Sahm and Newton, I’d like you to meet my partner, Ruan. Unexpectedly, the love of my life, as many lifetimes as it has taken to find it. Ruan, this is Sahm and Newton. And this little beauty is Elora, their daughter. My love, they are great friends of mine. Sahm’s magic is blood-born of his father, who was someone I knew many many many years ago.”