-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
The earth rumbles her displeasure and, for the first time in a very long time, Corvus’ call rings out through the woods.
Shocked. That is what Circinae feels. Shocked that such enmity could tear apart life and limb. Shocked that the fey would go as far as destroying and entire land, rather than removing the few petulant ants who began such an uproar (she will never forgive them - Ruan, Gryffen - for what’s happened here today). Shocked that, of all the times he picks to return, Corvus chooses this one moment.
Instantly she shifts. The earth no longer holds her shape as she used to and the fawn-brown wolve’s going is slower than normal, hindered here and there by the ripping of mantle and the rush of boiling seawater. Eerie cries hover over the air to mingle with her son’s and Circinae trips, falls, rolls - but she cannot stop. Not now, when so much hangs in the balance of Life and Death’s fickle hands. She rises once more to bound ahead and then - like an answered prayer - he’s there. Her Corvus!
With wings pressed to his sides and eyes pining away for his twin, he makes the perfect picture of a healthy, misguided man. Just the wrong place at the wrong time. “Corvus!” She barks, slamming into him as the very ground beneath their feet tilts and shudders. With a shake she retracts, paws muddy from her run. “We’ll have time to find him later, love. I’m sorry but we’ve got to go.” She tells him with a rush of air and, bless her, she’s still smiling.
From out near the border comes a whistle, and another piercing cry - this one she knows is Jah-Lilah’s. To think that her beautiful copper mate might be there still, waiting for her and her boys, tears her apart. Without much thought she shifts, reaches out to curl her neck about Corvus in a protective grasp, and as the earth opens up beneath them to spill free steaming jets of water she rips through time to transport them both to the border, right next to Jah’s trembling body. “Go you crazy, wonderful girl! Go!” She screams and then they are flying again, spiraling through time and water until both land, sputtering, near a small puddle in the Forest.
Gasping, she trembles and pulls her son close. The destruction of her kingdom is earth-shattering, but the thought of her friends dying inside is more terrifying than anything. “You alright?” She whispers now that her voice is hoarse from terror. A few casual nods and then she’s back to watching the fall of their home; Taiga. “Jah will come, any moment now, she’ll come.” The pony-mare thinks with anguish.
And if she did not? “She’ll come.” Her heart hammers, even if her thoughts protest. Her vow to Canaan had not been for him alone - they were bound together now, the three of them, and it would stay that way. “She’ll come.”
Circinae
Corvus taken with Krys' permission, Crevan hasn't even returned so he's not involved <3 BYeeeee Taiga!