03-14-2019, 02:01 AM
Jah-Lilah
she rings like a bell through the night
The woman’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral.
The longer she stayed in Beqanna, the more she remembered how dear the place had been to her. What had once been a world of trauma and distress for her was swiftly becoming a sanctuary. New chapters being written in the book of her life have been leaning more and more towards joy lately, and with said joy comes a stirring within her that beckons her to move, to roam. It is this overwhelming sensation of mirth that has her venturing from her honeycomb hideaway, the little lair buried in the heart of the cherry blossom trees where her and the Dragon-King (finally) consummated their union after years of courtship.
The red soothsayer laughs softly to herself as she parts the leaves of the foliage, making her way to the center of her lover’s homebase. How many restless nights thinking of him, telling herself it was but the concern one has for a shoulder friend, for a sibling? When in all actuality they had been madly in love since their departure from this realm. Snorting, she clears pollen and other debris from her nasal cavities and drops her head as she at long last reaches the edge of the minute forest. After ducking below one last low-hanging branch, she raises her head and takes in the grand scene that is all of the mountain region. My mare is starting to see why her scaled counterpart is so infatuated with everything that is Hyaline.
Meandering aimlessly, she follows no marked trail as she makes her way to the crystalline body of water that is the lifeblood of the territory. It soothes her, the peace and serenity that surrounds the lake, and lately has been delivering a wide variety of exquisite stones and dazzling shells for her to decorate her nest with. When she reaches the edge, she ventures close enough so that the gentle motion of the water causes it to lap softly at her hooves, and this makes her grin. After scanning the perimeter, she wades a bit deeper until she stands up to her knees and hocks in the shallow water, then bends down to dip her charcoal muzzle and drink deeply. It is a brilliant burst of white in her peripheral that causes her to pause for a moment.
Eyes fixed on the incoming form, the whiskers on her muzzle twitch as she breathes deeply, and water drops like diamonds leap recklessly from her lips. When she fails to recognize his odor on the wind, she turns her focus back to the water, trudging a bit further. So intent on locating the perfect spot to have a roll today, she barely hears him as he calls to her. An ear flicks as he nickers to her, but it is the silvery tone of his words that truly catch her attention. As my flower child cranes her neck around to take him in, her eyes instantly light up in excitement. He is just lovely!
Paler than the first snow of winter, he wears a pair of immature but still formidable antlers atop his poll. They are smooth, thin at the bottom but wider at the top. They do not have the branch and stick-like appearance of most cervine bucks, they are wide and flat, and Jah-Lilah tilts her head, half-smiling as she studies them. Bobbing her head, her feather talismans spin and dance with her ever motion, and she aligns her body with his, facing him. Taking a few small steps closer, she extends her neck to reach for him, inhaling his scent. ”Hello there.”
She knows all about the disapproval, you should have worshipped her sooner.
The longer she stayed in Beqanna, the more she remembered how dear the place had been to her. What had once been a world of trauma and distress for her was swiftly becoming a sanctuary. New chapters being written in the book of her life have been leaning more and more towards joy lately, and with said joy comes a stirring within her that beckons her to move, to roam. It is this overwhelming sensation of mirth that has her venturing from her honeycomb hideaway, the little lair buried in the heart of the cherry blossom trees where her and the Dragon-King (finally) consummated their union after years of courtship.
The red soothsayer laughs softly to herself as she parts the leaves of the foliage, making her way to the center of her lover’s homebase. How many restless nights thinking of him, telling herself it was but the concern one has for a shoulder friend, for a sibling? When in all actuality they had been madly in love since their departure from this realm. Snorting, she clears pollen and other debris from her nasal cavities and drops her head as she at long last reaches the edge of the minute forest. After ducking below one last low-hanging branch, she raises her head and takes in the grand scene that is all of the mountain region. My mare is starting to see why her scaled counterpart is so infatuated with everything that is Hyaline.
Meandering aimlessly, she follows no marked trail as she makes her way to the crystalline body of water that is the lifeblood of the territory. It soothes her, the peace and serenity that surrounds the lake, and lately has been delivering a wide variety of exquisite stones and dazzling shells for her to decorate her nest with. When she reaches the edge, she ventures close enough so that the gentle motion of the water causes it to lap softly at her hooves, and this makes her grin. After scanning the perimeter, she wades a bit deeper until she stands up to her knees and hocks in the shallow water, then bends down to dip her charcoal muzzle and drink deeply. It is a brilliant burst of white in her peripheral that causes her to pause for a moment.
Eyes fixed on the incoming form, the whiskers on her muzzle twitch as she breathes deeply, and water drops like diamonds leap recklessly from her lips. When she fails to recognize his odor on the wind, she turns her focus back to the water, trudging a bit further. So intent on locating the perfect spot to have a roll today, she barely hears him as he calls to her. An ear flicks as he nickers to her, but it is the silvery tone of his words that truly catch her attention. As my flower child cranes her neck around to take him in, her eyes instantly light up in excitement. He is just lovely!
Paler than the first snow of winter, he wears a pair of immature but still formidable antlers atop his poll. They are smooth, thin at the bottom but wider at the top. They do not have the branch and stick-like appearance of most cervine bucks, they are wide and flat, and Jah-Lilah tilts her head, half-smiling as she studies them. Bobbing her head, her feather talismans spin and dance with her ever motion, and she aligns her body with his, facing him. Taking a few small steps closer, she extends her neck to reach for him, inhaling his scent. ”Hello there.”
She knows all about the disapproval, you should have worshipped her sooner.
dreams unwind, love’s a state of mind
@aegean <3 So excited!