the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
The white woman stretches her wings in the morning sunlight, happy to have regained them once more. With every passing day she grows more confident in the fact that they will in fact reappear with the sun, but every night she doubts this fact when they disappear. Just like her feathers being replaced, you could never know if all of a sudden, some god or fairy had decided to take away this gift as well.
She usually recides away from the children - not that she doesn’t love them, not that she doesn’t like them - but because of the noise they make. Well, one of them doesn’t, for which she’s glad. But really, triplets... she shudders at the thought. Apart from the body-wrecking Solace must have gone throughcarrying and birthing them, just the idea of having to handle more foals than two one-on-ones could manage made her feel overwhelmed. Although, once again, she had found herself looking around the adoptions den, meeting a very fierce girl in there. Ilma had immediately decided Hyaline was a better home than the adoption den, of course.
Her own two foals grew brighter every day. Though Tähti had been set back, that didn’t mean she was any less smart or inventive for it, something Ilma greatly appreciated. As well as the fact that Kagerus had spent so much time filling her belly in dreams. Even though she had had more children to care for.
Which brought her mind back to Solace. Her two pregnancies had caused her original queen to retreat, and Ilma wondered if she hadn’t been doing the same thing herself. In a different way maybe, although she was up and moving herself more recently, once more.
Thinking of Solace and her pregnancies however, also lured her mind to a corner she had not dared visit for a while - the one where Nymf, Faellyn and Svedka resided. That man had a tendency to just vanish for travel and return whenever suited him, and she couldn’t help but worry. He had to return soon enough right? It would be a shame if he only met Fae after she had long since grown into adulthood. Not to mention the fact that she missed him herself, but, she couldn’t ever begin to be selfish around him.
Her mesmerizing of this morning brought her to a slow walk, towards the lake, and ultimately the now-empty wisteria tree. Now wait a second, that wasn’t what she was supposed to be doing. Shaking her head, she looked out over tree and lake, trying to empty her head but ending up filling it. Ah well. Perhaps it would be good to travel back to Ischia soon, and Nerine maybe also. She hadn’t seen Breckin in a long time, and she wasn’t one to say she knew the Nerinian queen Wishbone well.
Her thoughts were finally interrupted by a soft nicker - Solace. Funny how her thoughts could pass over the queen and apparently summon her that way. Ilma smiled, and, seeing that the queen had come alone, nickered back to her softly. If she needed some time away from her lover and her kids, that was totally understandable after all. Perhaps that was enough distraction for Ilma, today.
@[Solace]