Jah-Lilah
I need you to love me, I need you to stay.
Nothing in this world ever came before it was supposed to and no amount of rushing, of praying, of bargaining could make it arrive any sooner. Every birth Jah-Lilah assisted she treated as such. This birth was different though. She wore a serene, soothing façade for her lovers, but inside she was a train wreck. She cooed and coaxed at Circinae, singing and humming as she grooms the beautiful beast beside her. The winds pick up suddenly, and she can feel the soul pressure of their missing link before she sees him. He lands and in one fell swoop, he takes his rightful place at the side of the forest female.
Jah-Lilah gives him room, becomes more midwife and less lover in this moment. She had to stay focused, stay on top of her game. She would not allow anything to happen to her family. The unborn girl, no kin to her by blood, yet treasured so much, would make a safe arrival into this wretched world if it killed my red mare. Canaan brushes his nose tenderly along her throat and suddenly she can't breath. She licks her lips and bobs her head, a silent and thankful greeting. He whispers to her Wolf-of-the-Water and Jah-Lilah is warmed all over. She continues to nose and nudge the furry hind quarters of her mate, knowing the worst is yet to come.
She is crying now, a quiet stream of tears, the honesty of their love crushing. There is nothing to hide in these small moments, reserved only for a lucky few and the Earth-Mother alone. She has been blessed. A sudden noise and in a flash, the wolfy is replaced by that paragon of equine form, and she is green on green, sprawled out in the lush grass. Jah sees how the pair fit together, ying and yang, and she is filled. She does not envy them, does not seek nor require any additional attention or affection from the two. Simply allowing her to be theirs was more than my flower child could ask for. They grounded her, bound her heart to them, she gave it willingly. She is breathless as for a moment when they make contact, Jah is sucked into the memory. She cannot see what they see, she cannot remember anything that they do, but she can feel them all around her. Their love, their desire, their passion. It is overwhelming and yet, not enough. In a flash, she knows she cannot be without them, either of them. She would kill for them, she would die for them. All of eternity, she would be by their side. The clearing grows bright as Jah emits a warm light from her very soul, unintentionally, uncontrollably. Suddenly the ground is wet at her knees and birth is upon them all.
First little legs, then followed soon after by a head and neck, and then release. Jah pushes on @[Circinae]'s flank and out the placenta comes. It is done. A cry for them to help, and as @[Canaan] helps to raise Mama up, teeth bear down upon the membrane to free the little prisoner. Just as the Earth-Mother had spoken, a perfect little girl, lookin' like her Daddy and her Mommy all mixed up in a pot. Wolf-of-the-Water cries out in disbelief and delight, cooing and fawning all over the doll already. The babe wiggles her ears and wrinkles her nose, and my mare is giddy with wonderment over what they have done. And then it happens finally (FINALLY), a confession the heart so very long overdue. As the two parents exchange soft murmurs, Jah-Lilah turn to the filly with a secret of her own. So quiet so soft, a whisper in the wind.
"Welcome to the world, Made-From-Love."
Give to me your leather, take from me my lace.
stronger than you know