-Oh my love, don't forsake me; Take what the water gave me-
Jah-Lilah acts with little hesitation. In the moment she strides forward, Circinae can visibly exhale. She’d thought, “Things might be different, they might not be the same…” when she’d first delved into this plan. Imagine: Canaan and Jah finding that their attitudes, their chemistry, were more to each others taste than Circinae’s! It would never have surprised her, had that been the case - sometimes when she watches them she doubts whether she was meant for them at all. The sky and his lover, lightning …
“The sky rains, does it not?” She reminds herself, slipping forward to trudge carefully through the rush of knee-deep water. Every line of Jah-Lilah’s body is heightened to intensity as the afternoon glare of sunlight strikes matches against her bloody coat. About the joyful shape of her face is a burning halo; golden-white and gleaming. Circy doubts that she’s ever looked more beautiful.
Her quiet contemplation is halted, put to the wayside when the quick turn of her Lover’s head brings the excited whisper of adventure. “Yes, yes let’s go.” Spark-and-Flame is saying, eager to rush the barricade of tangled root and thorn. Brushing alongside her, as gently as she can manage, Circy steps ahead to nose the wall and returns with a sharp nick over the curve of her nostrils. Shocked, she pulls her petite mouth from the source and hisses away the pain. “Something tells me,” She mutters, wiping the blood in a crimson streak over one foreleg, “they still won’t let us.”
Despite her attempts to remain lighthearted, Circy can feel the prick of rejection clear to her gut. It simply wasn’t fair! Inside of her, frustration builds to a tempo that sends the blood-streaked leg slamming into the water - a distempered splash that in turn touches the both of them.
With the disappointed turn of her head, the blue-green mare mutters, “I’m sorry, Heart. I thought we could … I don’t know. I’m not even sure what to think, anymore.”
The excuse is weakly executed, she can feel the lost sincerity in the low tone of her voice. It wounds her, that she feels so many confusing things, that she'd nearly forgotten her past in the chaos of the present. Who was she becoming? “I feel lost, Jah.”
Circinae
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