Jah-Lilah
Breathe it in and breathe it out, pass it on, it's almost out.
The evening finds her nesting, again. The singer hums to herself and is making little changes to her den in the jungle. Her herbs are piled just within reach, some psychedelic, most medicinal. She's gathered feathers and flowers from the local fauna and decorated around her bed of leaves. There has been nothing else in her life she's prepared for more than the birth of her firstborn. The baby is a spunky thing, wild and kicking, even in utero. She daydreams about what the babe will look like, who it will take after. Her mind wanders to the future, to the great things she knows her foal will do. She exhales dreamily, head craned around to nuzzle against her belly, just barely starting to swell. Dark nose is pressed against red fur as she whispers sweet nothings to her everything.
The soft sound of hooves in the sand causes her eyes to snap open, the rest of her standing stone still. The footsteps that approach are not intimidated by sand or by jungle, they don't make a fuss, they are light and well-placed. Suddenly a nicker, and she sees him, @[Amet]. Even if she didn't hear him he sticks out like a sore thumb, all those breathtaking scales on his body, each individual one dipped in something like gold. He truly was a sight to behold, and she understood why any young filly would most certainly get swept up in his allure. The young desert-dweller approaches, and my mare smiles.
His body language is solemn, and she appreciates him not insulting her intelligence by putting up a happy façade on her accord. He wears a grin, but it is sorrowful. She blows and turns to meet him, she can only assume this has something to do with his starry lover. He calls her by her truename, and she laughs. She will never get used to this, but it endears him to her. She bumps noses with him, grunting. "And hello to you Dragon-King! How are you? What brings you to my Wolf's island?" The question is posed with a raised eyebrow, it is a loaded inquiry. His ass better not lie to her, she knows that much. He speaks of the girl, Solace, but Jah-Lilah does not see her. Probably for the best, the mare decides, so the pair may speak freely.
We're so creative, so much more, we're high above but on the floor.
stronger than you know