With pockets full of stones [Jah-Lilah, Canaan, Any]

[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

Heaven is tangible. How could it not be when she feels so close to it now? There’s the experience of his lips, his face, buried deep into her fur (if that isn’t heaven she’s not sure what is) mixed with the sensation of her soul nearly bursting free from her body. Her back arches, tail quivering for a moment with the simple pleasure of his muffled voice, his smell, his presence, and then she's shifting upwards to hold him as equals might. It feels more numbing than anything and in her eagerness to be near to Canaan she finds that her colored nose is searching every dip and rise of his body. Her lips, unable to express the joy drowning her heart, murmur soft compliments and wordless moans.

He’s alive. Alive and well, and apparently missing her too.

Still, observant as ever, he notices Jah-Lilah and for the moment, Circinae’s tender affection is laid aside. Blinking rapidly she retreats, (she hadn’t even noticed that she’d been crying) though she doesn’t pull away. “Why, yes.” The trembling mare states, head tilting over her own shoulder while her bruised-blue mane tumbles curtain-like over the crest of her neck. It strikes her then, how natural Jah-Lilah’s presence has become over the past few months. So natural that it didn’t seem odd to have her here, sharing the moment of lovers returned to one another. “This is Jah-Lilah,” The pony-mare croons, choosing now to step away from her golden paramour.

Instinctively, unthinkingly, she reaches out for the powerful mare. How could she ever explain to Canaan that, were it not for her constant comfort, Circy might not even be here today? The shifter only knows to show him, so she intertwines herself with the third-party member. Around her hind and then slowly curling about her other side, Circy comes to rub caringly against the cinnamon mare before halting gently to her right. Together, they make a rather striking pair. “I owe her much more than I’ll ever be able to repay, so it’s my intention to keep her around.” She laughs.

“Forever.” She thinks, silently, while her eyes bore into Canaan’s. They could discuss time already passed later, though - for now, all she wants is to drink him in. Again, her legs send her back to the comfort of his embrace and it’s there that she finally allows for her walls to crumble. “I thought you had abandoned us. Your sons, me, even your mother, Ellyse.” She murmurs softly into his shoulder, not finding it necessary to explain the details of meeting his dam. Quivering once more the mother begins to weep; it all seemed so unreal, that they should keep meeting one another like this, time after time. How cruelly fate had treated them both!

“Where were you?” She demands, voice thick with anger and exhaustion. Her sparkling eyes flicker back to his face (that angelic, impossibly wonderful face) while her lashes grow heavy with fresh tears. “What happened to you?”

Circinae