07-08-2017, 02:41 PM
Jah-Lilah
someday, we will foresee obstacles
Stretch out my life, and pick the seams out...
The sound of the river was calming to Jah-Lilah. Her and the river were kindred spirits. Always changing, always moving, never in the same place. She came here to cleanse herself. It was tiring, spending each day so in tune with everything. She felt down to the core of her being, felt for the trees, the grass, her fellow equine, and she was tired. Each night she came, drawn here by the white noise the rushing waters provided. It centered her, helped her shed the negative energies of the day she'd taken in. So it was that she found herself ambling towards the water's edge.
She is semi-tuned out, hooves knowing their way on their own. She takes in the scents of the various groups of friends and lovers all around her, noting each one's position. The snow silenced her steps, only making a soft crunch as she approaches. She has seen many creatures since her arrival in Beqanna, but this is the first one she's mistaken for a spirit. The silvery mare before her does everything but glow in the rising moonlight, Jah-Lilah inhales sharply. She is beautiful, but she is vexed. Jah-Lilah blows loudly, clearing the snow and debris from her nostrils, searching for the scent of this girl. The shimmering mare before her looks tense and wary. It's the river. A voice whispers in Jah-Lilah's head. Could be her intuition, could be her crazy, but the voice is right. Jah moves closer to the female, making a soft noise. She bobs her head in greeting, watching the girl curiously.
...Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes.
The sound of the river was calming to Jah-Lilah. Her and the river were kindred spirits. Always changing, always moving, never in the same place. She came here to cleanse herself. It was tiring, spending each day so in tune with everything. She felt down to the core of her being, felt for the trees, the grass, her fellow equine, and she was tired. Each night she came, drawn here by the white noise the rushing waters provided. It centered her, helped her shed the negative energies of the day she'd taken in. So it was that she found herself ambling towards the water's edge.
She is semi-tuned out, hooves knowing their way on their own. She takes in the scents of the various groups of friends and lovers all around her, noting each one's position. The snow silenced her steps, only making a soft crunch as she approaches. She has seen many creatures since her arrival in Beqanna, but this is the first one she's mistaken for a spirit. The silvery mare before her does everything but glow in the rising moonlight, Jah-Lilah inhales sharply. She is beautiful, but she is vexed. Jah-Lilah blows loudly, clearing the snow and debris from her nostrils, searching for the scent of this girl. The shimmering mare before her looks tense and wary. It's the river. A voice whispers in Jah-Lilah's head. Could be her intuition, could be her crazy, but the voice is right. Jah moves closer to the female, making a soft noise. She bobs her head in greeting, watching the girl curiously.
...Take what you like, but close my ears and eyes.