Once there was a way to get back homeward...
Jah-Lilah chuckles warmly at the sea-foam mare's observation about her name. Where Jah came from her name was boring, so the thought of being considered exotic pleased her. They favored different names in different places she had visited, and Beqanna was no exception. There was a variety of names, some easy to pronounce and others a mouthful. Jah-Lilah loved them all, the uniqueness of this place was mesmerizing. Jah-Lilah is sincere when she speaks. "That's fine, you can call me whatever you like."
The sea-foam mother's teeth click together near her cheek, and my bohemian baby is absolutely captivated. The fluid way that Wolf-of-the-Water moves is akin to the river not to far from here. Each motion is effortless and divine, and Jah moves her muzzle softly down the girl's neck. There is no hesitation, each move is confident as she steps even more into Circinae's personal space. She reaches the base of her neck, and begins chewing on the strands of blue knotted together. She works a tangle out, softly raking her teeth down the now-smooth strands and murmuring quietly. "Are you close though? To home? You seem lost, somehow, but you know this place well."
Jah-Lilah is certainly feeling more at home now than she ever has since her arrival in Beqanna. There is a magnetism about this lovely mare beside her. "My home is the Earth, my home is everywhere. I go where my feet take me, and when it's time to leave I just leave. I came upon Beqanna like I come upon everything, by chance." She moves her nibbling down the siren's shoulder to her elbow, inhaling deeply, nose pressed to her skin. She smells like salt, like seaweed. An ocean breeze, perhaps. It's enchanting. Her ears are turned in separate directions, one swiveling wildly to follow the movements of the rowdy twins. Her other ear is trained on Circinae, eager to learn more.
...Once there was a way to get back home.
Jah-Lilah chuckles warmly at the sea-foam mare's observation about her name. Where Jah came from her name was boring, so the thought of being considered exotic pleased her. They favored different names in different places she had visited, and Beqanna was no exception. There was a variety of names, some easy to pronounce and others a mouthful. Jah-Lilah loved them all, the uniqueness of this place was mesmerizing. Jah-Lilah is sincere when she speaks. "That's fine, you can call me whatever you like."
The sea-foam mother's teeth click together near her cheek, and my bohemian baby is absolutely captivated. The fluid way that Wolf-of-the-Water moves is akin to the river not to far from here. Each motion is effortless and divine, and Jah moves her muzzle softly down the girl's neck. There is no hesitation, each move is confident as she steps even more into Circinae's personal space. She reaches the base of her neck, and begins chewing on the strands of blue knotted together. She works a tangle out, softly raking her teeth down the now-smooth strands and murmuring quietly. "Are you close though? To home? You seem lost, somehow, but you know this place well."
Jah-Lilah is certainly feeling more at home now than she ever has since her arrival in Beqanna. There is a magnetism about this lovely mare beside her. "My home is the Earth, my home is everywhere. I go where my feet take me, and when it's time to leave I just leave. I came upon Beqanna like I come upon everything, by chance." She moves her nibbling down the siren's shoulder to her elbow, inhaling deeply, nose pressed to her skin. She smells like salt, like seaweed. An ocean breeze, perhaps. It's enchanting. Her ears are turned in separate directions, one swiveling wildly to follow the movements of the rowdy twins. Her other ear is trained on Circinae, eager to learn more.
...Once there was a way to get back home.
someday, we will foresee obstacles