Jah-Lilah
Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here.
Their mate had left on her own agenda, as she had many times before. Her girl was a diplomat, a planner, and whereas Jah-Lilah routinely bails to be a midwife or a healer, Circinae roams to tend to social needs. My mare never minds though, all is done for the good of their little clan. Soon my firefly will have a plus one at her side as well. Weeks after being covered, her heat never came. She was confused, uncertain at first, but that combined with her strange cravings and the need to be up under her Wolf and her Wind led her to only one conclusion. She carried a piece of him inside her. She had asked the Earth-Mother for only one dream, to tell her was it true, and indeed it was. The great rainbow fish had come, and whispered words she'd never thought she'd hear. She was in foal. Nothing had changed externally yet, and she hadn't told either of her consorts for fear of jinxing herself. Jah-Lilah has never been pregnant before.
They woke that morning together, Jah-Lilah and Canaan, and the first thing she noticed was the absence of @[Circinae]. She vaguely remembered a kiss goodbye, then a shift into that little mousy wolf she adored, and the girl was off. After breakfast they had set out to follow her, her path new, different. She looks to her left, eyes shining as she reads him. She is so proud of her family, of her life. Every one of them the picture of perfection. Elation fills her as she thinks of his feathers in her hair, his seed in her womb. She carries him always, and soon she'll wear Circinae too. The mare can't help but stare at him. He holds his wings close as they wade into the water off the border of the mainland, Circy's trail had led them here. Looks like we're swimming today, Jah-Lilah. The warm water consumes her, welcomes her in as it's own as she sinks in with a groan. It feels amazing, and since getting with these two she had a newfound appreciation for water and air.
To her pleasant surprise, he doesn't take to the sky, but rather sticks near her. She smiles wide, a bit like the cat who ate the canary. She has a secret, and Jah loves being a bit of a know it all, little bitch. She can't help herself. She hums softly as they tread their way across to the island, and before she knows it they've arrived. Her dark hooves touch the sand and she prances up, grunting to get to solid ground. She shakes herself dry, then turns to await her mate. Once he's at her side, she touches noses with him and finally looks around. For the first time in a long time, she is absolutely at a loss for words.
The island is everything the earth-lover could have dreamed. She immediately understands why Circinae came, the place is all but perfect. Birds chatter all around them as they venture down the path before them. She glances back at @[Canaan] several times, tail flagged in excitement. Finally she speaks, turning to him. "Can you smell her here, our lover?" And no sooner than the words leave her mouth she sees her. She's called an audience unintentionally, and instantly Jah recognizes what's going on. Wolf-of-the-Water is making this her home. Their home. She can hardly contain herself, and calls out to the water nymph. Jah-Lilah then acknowledges the arrival of others, all in varied colors and forms.
A female, tinted with green comes first, a rebellious look in her eye but with a respectful tone in her voice, my mare approves. A big stallion, with dark, dark wings and a nonchalant attitude chimes in, and Jah cocks her head to listen. She's never seen him before, but he seems familiar with the land and comfortable here, his knowledge could be useful. The last is a dainty little lavender creature, who seems to be confused and a bit out of sorts. She speaks of a queen that Jah-Lilah isn't sure exists, and it makes my flower-child sad. This girl has no idea what's been going on. She's been patient though, allowed all to speak, but now she can no longer contain herself. She cries out again, and with a nip to her honeycomb male she's off. She bucks, kicking her heels high and dropping her head, feathers dancing all over. She has arrived, and with news to boot.
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.
stronger than you know