[private] in the bright light of these white nights

[Agetta]

This process had never, ever, been easy on the white mare. Not in this life nor any of the previous ones she has ever had. She wonders if her body remembers that first foal, sweet Shiri, and how she did not want that baby at all. How she was not ready to be a mother. She had tried, and her history has shown well enough that she has failed more than she has succeeded. And now - well, it’s been so long that she’s not sure that her body will even remember what to do and the whole afternoon when she realizes what’s coming is spent pacing and frustrated in the copse of trees and soft grasses they have found near the Pangea border. After meeting Ana and being invited to this place, Agetta had found Plume and the two had decided to try it out. If they decided the kingdom wasn’t for them, they could always move on. The news that they would be having twins, and that one of them had magic still made Agetta’s head spin. And her anxiety even worse. Thank goodness for this new friend Ana, a fellow magician, who was having twins of her own. It was surely such wonderful fortune that had blessed her upon meeting that dappled mare. Agetta had her tricks, of course, but the concept of magic baffled her and if her child were to have questions - she wanted someone close, someone they could trust, to help with the answers. Darkness is falling when Agetta finally lies down, muttering to herself about how stupid she was to get pregnant at her age - half-heartedly sharing some of the blame with Plume outloud in an attempt to hear his laugh. She distracting herself from her thoughts, which are flickering between all her other children. The three she had with Plume and the others with less peaceful beginnings. All lost now. Before long, these new lives demand all her attention. The stars are fully out when the first arrives. This process, Agetta is noticing, is not as taxing as it has been in the past. She assumes it has something to do with the magic which, via connection with the foal, may be flowing through her veins temporarily. What she hasn’t noticed, however, is that there is a soft light around her - the light of the stars, healing her body and soothing it as it tears and shifts to bring in these two lives. She turns head to see a white filly with soft downy wings, nickering softly to her as she stands to give this new daughter attention before she feels the tug for the next. A look that is a dizzying combination of fear and excitement is cast towards Plume before she settles in again. It is not long before the other arrives - another white filly. The glow around her fades, but still she does not notice as she stands and moves towards them. She’s not sure she would even notice if the night turned to day around them, so complete is her focus on her new daughters, her dark eyes swimming with the overwhelming sense of love she feels for these two new, perfect lives. She turns to Plume, knowing he won’t be far, to press her muzzle to his skin. “What were the names we chose, Caledonia and Beyza? Which should we give which?” She asks him with a short, bright laugh - amazed that it is possible to feel as happy as she does in this moment. we are made of starstuff

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@[plume] mostly but also @[Anaxarete] and @[Ryatah] and any other of Agetta's "friends" or friends that wanna stop by!!

[Anaxarete]

A N A X A R E T E. Usually, the shadowmare would avoid such a scene.  But oh, not today. She’d waited months for this moment – for the product of her meddling to finally make its debut. Her debut, as it turned out.  The shadowmare was a patient being, always playing the long game.  And today, her patience had finally paid off. She had watched from the shadows.  The magic in the air was obvious. It brought a twisted smile to the dark woman’s lips.  So different from her own. So pure. Normally she wouldn’t intercede or interrupt, but what sort of friend would she be if she said nothing. After all, Agetta was here on her own invitation.  She moves casually from the shadows – her posture neutral. “I told you,” the shadowmare cooed as she neared the mare and her children, stepping into the air of magic that swirled around the scene. She offered the new parents a nod of congratulations before her gaze dropped down to the children. “They’re beautiful,” she added, politely.  And Magic indeed.  She knew better than to get too close to the newborn children, she wouldn’t want to interrupt their bond with their mother. Not yet. ”And both gifted,” she said, knowingly, knowing Agetta would know exactly what she was referring to. “Don’t worry. I’ll be here to help you teach her. Teach them both.”  The winged girl also possessed abilities, but none as powerful as her sister.  However, she knew better than to underestimate anyone – especially children.  Children who were so often overlooked. But not here. Not in her Pangea. “Congratulations,” she offers, simply, as her gaze drifts back to Agetta. queen of the shadows.

 


@[Agetta] just breezing by for a casual creep

[caledonia]

there's a voice that pulls me stumbling through a symphony
and the less of it I need, the more I get

The first thing that she remembers is the light.

It is bright, even though she can’t fully comprehend it. It’s nearly blinding, but she doesn’t mind it. In fact, she finds that she strains toward it—every fiber in her body drawn to it. There is a stirring in her heart, a faint tug in her belly, and she feels the way that it drags her along, until she leaves the warmth of her first home and lands into the darkness. She feels the light now, but it is different. It is concentrated in her belly and in the shadows that move around her—the starlight that barely washes over her.

She waits then.

Ignoring the shuffling of her mother, of the presence of her father until her other half arrives.

Then, and only then, does she feel complete.

She reaches for her sister, blindly reaching until she connects with the source of the light. She exhales slowly, feeling the tightening in her belly loosen as she smiles, squirming closer with wings pressing to her thin sides. She presses her forehead into the crook of her sister’s neck, comforted by the familiar presence, before she swings her delicate head up, ears pricking to the sound of the other voices.

Somewhere above her, there is a masculine voice that is imbued with joy—father. Plume feels the fear drop from him as he watches the two girls on the ground, as he finally reaches for Agetta to press kisses into her neck. “You are wonderful,” he breathes, and Caledonia smiles at the warmth of it. He looks toward both girls, his heart wrenching when he sees the milkiness of the winged girl’s eyes.

“Caledonia,” he says, keeping whatever emotion he feels tucked away, reaching down to kiss the girl’s forehead. Caledonia smiles, nickering quietly at her namesake as her father presses a kiss to her sister. “And Beyza.” She presses her pink nose against her sister in acknowledgment, pleased to have a name.

Please to be home.

She barely notices when the shadows arrive, when the other approaches, and she feels only a sweep of a frown sweep across her delicate face. She hears her father shuffle closer to her mother, hears as he makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. “Thank you, Anaxarete,” the words mean nothing to her and she flings her spindly legs in front of her, barely registering what comes next: “We appreciate the support.”

With a grunt, she pulls herself up and stands, legs spread far apart and wings flaring slightly. Not noticing the way that light spills from the tips of her wings and sear into the ground before it quickly fades.

’til I'm swept up by the shape of all the centuries
like an echo in the chambers of my chest