J A H R A
the stars nodded, the ocean agreed
The scent of Aehra's mane ─ sea salt, remnants of Edana, tendrils of Aelin's familiar perfume ─ draws warm peace into Jahra's chest. She lingers in the embrace, wondering, as mother's do, just how the time had gotten away from them so quickly. She had merely blinked her inquisitive sapphire eyes and Aehra had grown from the sea and sand ─ such a wobbly creature she had been that day, upon the shores of Edana and in the company of Campion.
It's a young woman who lingers beneath the curve of her chin now. They both hope for the same thing, unknowingly ─ that Aehra will never outgrow her birth mother. That she will always be able to find peace against Jahra's beating heart. That she will not forget her mother's heart beats only for her, this wonderful living magic woman.
Jahra laughs, hesitant to sever their embrace but happy to follow her daughter down the curve of the beach. “Nonne multo ad persuadendum illo sumas?” she asks with a contented grin, and a knowing light in her gaze ─ Jahra's affection for Aehra is challenged only by Aelin's. She would have had a difficult time letting the pegasi girl leave the nest.
Jahra's bright eyes follow Aehra and her lively steps across moistened umber sand beneath her hooves. Jahra keeps in-time with her movements, matching her gait whenever she may change it and smiling warmly with hardly a care in the world. She is here to find adventure, and accompanying her only child across uncharted loam feels just like the adventure she needs.
A snort, playful in its exertion, follows Aehra's false scolding. She pulls her nose to her chest in mock affront and shakes her head to rid her eyes of vibrant purple tendrils. The display is followed quickly by a warm hum and a gentle nudge upon Aehra's poll (no longer donned with the fuzzy mane of a child, but with the ethereal gossamer of a woman) when she is able to catch up to her daughter. “Vacant enim vobis quod non nefas,” she murmurs the words with love and gives a gentle tug on Aehra's mane before lengthening her own stride into a lope across the sand.
“Dic mihi, amica mea, vos estis, quia de exploratione? Et invenimus optimum latebras suas coram mater advenit?” She calls the inquiry over her blue-grey shoulder, an easy smile across her lips. She knows with near certainty that Aelin will not be far behind Aehra; perhaps, even, that will mean that Lumaris and Avallac'h and Campion will elect to join her, too. The prospect of their entire family arriving makes her feel giddy, and Jahra tosses her tined head skyward with a resounding neigh.
It's a young woman who lingers beneath the curve of her chin now. They both hope for the same thing, unknowingly ─ that Aehra will never outgrow her birth mother. That she will always be able to find peace against Jahra's beating heart. That she will not forget her mother's heart beats only for her, this wonderful living magic woman.
Jahra laughs, hesitant to sever their embrace but happy to follow her daughter down the curve of the beach. “Nonne multo ad persuadendum illo sumas?” she asks with a contented grin, and a knowing light in her gaze ─ Jahra's affection for Aehra is challenged only by Aelin's. She would have had a difficult time letting the pegasi girl leave the nest.
Jahra's bright eyes follow Aehra and her lively steps across moistened umber sand beneath her hooves. Jahra keeps in-time with her movements, matching her gait whenever she may change it and smiling warmly with hardly a care in the world. She is here to find adventure, and accompanying her only child across uncharted loam feels just like the adventure she needs.
A snort, playful in its exertion, follows Aehra's false scolding. She pulls her nose to her chest in mock affront and shakes her head to rid her eyes of vibrant purple tendrils. The display is followed quickly by a warm hum and a gentle nudge upon Aehra's poll (no longer donned with the fuzzy mane of a child, but with the ethereal gossamer of a woman) when she is able to catch up to her daughter. “Vacant enim vobis quod non nefas,” she murmurs the words with love and gives a gentle tug on Aehra's mane before lengthening her own stride into a lope across the sand.
“Dic mihi, amica mea, vos estis, quia de exploratione? Et invenimus optimum latebras suas coram mater advenit?” She calls the inquiry over her blue-grey shoulder, an easy smile across her lips. She knows with near certainty that Aelin will not be far behind Aehra; perhaps, even, that will mean that Lumaris and Avallac'h and Campion will elect to join her, too. The prospect of their entire family arriving makes her feel giddy, and Jahra tosses her tined head skyward with a resounding neigh.
@Aehra
the flowers chorused,
"bloom now ─ bloom free"
─rise, again
the flowers chorused,
"bloom now ─ bloom free"
─rise, again
