-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
No, she’s never far behind, is she? "I am he as you are she, as she is me and we are three together..."
Behind her red dames whipping tail, Circinae falls steadily into a loose canter. Her footsteps slam into the wet crescents left behind from the forerunner, and as the water of Hyaline’s lake surges up the pebbled, perfect shore, a portal flashes open to drink water in an endless loop. When once they might have grasped each other firmly about the neck, now the striking red and velvet green mares thunder headlong into the twist of time and space - the breathless thrill of falling up purges a wild shout from Circinae’s lips.
On the opposite shore, somewhere near the great river crossing to Taiga, their crashing arrival sends water spraying in heaving gusts of crystalline sheets. Behind them the portal sucks noisily shut; they’re left to wheel and dance in the glinting afternoon, as the sun (who never strays from her throne in the sky simply because some horse or another goes tripping through time) is still continuing on her Western journey. In another mere, few hours night will come - and with it, Circinae hopes the last of the Summer fireflies @[Jah-Lilah] loved so much.
The smaller mare taps the water’s surface a few more times, throwing golden droplets over the dark, powerful legs of her companion before falling softly to a standstill. Heaving gently from the experience, and the joy of having one she loved so near, Circy smiles as the quiet settles comfortably around them. “Hear that?” She pants, casting one emerald ear aside, “There’s nothing.”
Her head, which had been set firmly in the direction of the red temptress’ swaying limbs, turns slowly to her left; the very direction of Taiga’s now-ghosted woods. Only the darkness peers back. Looking across the river now, Circy could almost fool herself into believing that it was just like any other day - that she had simply returned from an outing, long overdue. The memories haunt her, drag her smile into a hard line. “No smell of wasted earth, either. Something’s changed.”
Instantly, her eyes jerk back to Spark-and-Flame. “Should we go in?”
Circinae
