04-06-2019, 01:15 AM
Jah-Lilah
listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise
If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece.
Dangerously close to the surface of the water, charged glitter dances and plays in the air around her, almost like a swarm fireflies. The enchantress has all but mastered control of her electrokinesis, however when her emotions spike sometimes they manifest in the strangest of ways. The intriguing arrival of the horned newcomer has (quite literally) sparked her interest. He shines unlike any other she has seen before, and her eyes widen as she takes him in. The glow that surrounds him is not the usual aura the mare can sense and see on so many others.
No, the stark whiteness is more than his coat, his alabaster form seems almost ethereal. Her jaw hangs open slightly despite her warm, genuine grin. Ears trained on him, as he moves she can see he has not completed maturing, his young frame has some filling out to do and he still has a bit of leg to grow into. My red wytch can’t help but wonder what those exquisite antlers will become when he is in his prime? Surely he will be even more of a sight to behold than he is now. They have been admiring one another it seems, sizing each other up, and the same wonder present in Jah-Lilah’s emerald eyes is mirrored across the way. Kindred spirits, it seems.
Their noses touch as he meets her halfway, and she tucks her head to her chest with a squeal. The mare is of the old days, primal, ancient, and the language of their past still is her native tongue. Slamming a dark hoof into the water, she sidles a bit as she sprinkles them both, but settles when he speaks softly to her. His mouth is turned up, as is hers, and she bobs her head yet again in amicable fashion. ”Same to you, welcome stranger.” And she is sincere, proving so by reaching out once more, eager to inhale his pleasant aroma again.
He inquires about her residence in the mountain world, and she half-smiles before responding, so used to the question. How easy it would be if she could just ground herself, make herself at home somewhere, enjoy the pull that comes with being bound to a place. But Jah-Lilah’s never taken the easy route. She’s like the river, always flowing, like the wind, always moving, like the seasons, always changing. ”For now I lay my head here, but I am chained to nothing. The whole body of the Earth-Mother is my home, and wherever I am supposed to be is where I often find myself.” A mischievous grin followed by a throaty chuckle finishes her sentence, but then she finds herself distracted again by him.
Something in the way he carries himself, an inner strength not yet discovered, draws the mare in, and she must know him. It is when her muzzle moves past his cheek towards the slope of his pale shoulder that the sun reveals the young stallion’s secret. Her jade eyes open wide and are alight with excitement, she can hardly believe what she’s seeing. The mother in her emerges and she proceeds to nudge the chalky stallion towards the shoreline, herding him like a dam does a little wayward foal.
She must see them in the light, those unbelievable lavender hooves of his.
The amethyst reflects the rays of the sun, bending the light and throwing a plethora of hues all over the lush terrain. Her heart increases pace as her enthusiasm grows, she is beside herself, giddy with feeling. Here the old wytch was, seeking crystals not unlike the purple stones adorning the colt’s hooves, and the Earth-Mother had saw fit to drop this wonder of a creature in her lap, She laughs aloud, eyes darting from his feet to his face incredulously. Creeping closer, she inadvertently invades his personal space, dropping her muzzle to sniff at his unique appendages. Still wearing a comical, child-like expression, she at last stops gawking long enough in admiration to speak.
”Do you know what you possess, Carries-the-Light?”
The mare refrains from spinning tale after tale to him about the amethyst crystals he was blessed with seemingly at birth, trying not to overwhelm him or spook him. It takes nearly all the self-control she possesses to contain herself, ears perked and tail swishing.
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week.
Dangerously close to the surface of the water, charged glitter dances and plays in the air around her, almost like a swarm fireflies. The enchantress has all but mastered control of her electrokinesis, however when her emotions spike sometimes they manifest in the strangest of ways. The intriguing arrival of the horned newcomer has (quite literally) sparked her interest. He shines unlike any other she has seen before, and her eyes widen as she takes him in. The glow that surrounds him is not the usual aura the mare can sense and see on so many others.
No, the stark whiteness is more than his coat, his alabaster form seems almost ethereal. Her jaw hangs open slightly despite her warm, genuine grin. Ears trained on him, as he moves she can see he has not completed maturing, his young frame has some filling out to do and he still has a bit of leg to grow into. My red wytch can’t help but wonder what those exquisite antlers will become when he is in his prime? Surely he will be even more of a sight to behold than he is now. They have been admiring one another it seems, sizing each other up, and the same wonder present in Jah-Lilah’s emerald eyes is mirrored across the way. Kindred spirits, it seems.
Their noses touch as he meets her halfway, and she tucks her head to her chest with a squeal. The mare is of the old days, primal, ancient, and the language of their past still is her native tongue. Slamming a dark hoof into the water, she sidles a bit as she sprinkles them both, but settles when he speaks softly to her. His mouth is turned up, as is hers, and she bobs her head yet again in amicable fashion. ”Same to you, welcome stranger.” And she is sincere, proving so by reaching out once more, eager to inhale his pleasant aroma again.
He inquires about her residence in the mountain world, and she half-smiles before responding, so used to the question. How easy it would be if she could just ground herself, make herself at home somewhere, enjoy the pull that comes with being bound to a place. But Jah-Lilah’s never taken the easy route. She’s like the river, always flowing, like the wind, always moving, like the seasons, always changing. ”For now I lay my head here, but I am chained to nothing. The whole body of the Earth-Mother is my home, and wherever I am supposed to be is where I often find myself.” A mischievous grin followed by a throaty chuckle finishes her sentence, but then she finds herself distracted again by him.
Something in the way he carries himself, an inner strength not yet discovered, draws the mare in, and she must know him. It is when her muzzle moves past his cheek towards the slope of his pale shoulder that the sun reveals the young stallion’s secret. Her jade eyes open wide and are alight with excitement, she can hardly believe what she’s seeing. The mother in her emerges and she proceeds to nudge the chalky stallion towards the shoreline, herding him like a dam does a little wayward foal.
She must see them in the light, those unbelievable lavender hooves of his.
The amethyst reflects the rays of the sun, bending the light and throwing a plethora of hues all over the lush terrain. Her heart increases pace as her enthusiasm grows, she is beside herself, giddy with feeling. Here the old wytch was, seeking crystals not unlike the purple stones adorning the colt’s hooves, and the Earth-Mother had saw fit to drop this wonder of a creature in her lap, She laughs aloud, eyes darting from his feet to his face incredulously. Creeping closer, she inadvertently invades his personal space, dropping her muzzle to sniff at his unique appendages. Still wearing a comical, child-like expression, she at last stops gawking long enough in admiration to speak.
”Do you know what you possess, Carries-the-Light?”
The mare refrains from spinning tale after tale to him about the amethyst crystals he was blessed with seemingly at birth, trying not to overwhelm him or spook him. It takes nearly all the self-control she possesses to contain herself, ears perked and tail swishing.
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, a fresh poison each week.
break the silence, damn the dark, damn the light
@[Aegean] No worries! Take your time, I hope this is ok <3