she's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
try her boy but she'll still do what she please
Exhaustion is a beast that wrests and quarrels itself from nay and within any: it is a rapacious sense of fatigue that slows the limbs and stiffens the muscle- it provokes a sense of weariness and yet? While the girl feels it- while she winds down and lays in the grass… Aysel is left with the sensation of her mind wandering and considerations made. She dreams in the waking world, a jaguar considering its prey and its surrounding; but more so its fellow cats and the family now with it.
Segolene is a small creature, all limb and leg, all newborn muscle and the sudden burst of snoring that prompts Aysel to laugh at the sound produced by the filly. “Good,” she pauses- aware of the warmth and the softness of the moment: the laze and rolling exhaustion growing between the both of them. “Perhaps now there can be growth: the beginning of a different era.” she exhales, considering the past and present: the future, her ears swiveling as Aysel listens and waits- watches.
“Then rest,” she whispers to him. “I will see that no one sneaks up on us.” she’d have laughed, but, there is a sense in her mind of strain and of consideration: a dull ache still impacting her body that has yet to fade- and she finds herself looking between them- idly brushing the filly and her wispy mane- or simply taking precious time to graze or look around.
Whispers in her mind dwelling on cautionary tales and lessons from years ago.
@[magnus]