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05-20-2016, 10:06 PM
The mare saw the shadow cross the ground just before that felt the jolt of recognition from the soaring eagle and saw the flash of a dark shape thought his golden orbs. Dark desert-eyes lifted, a smile already painting itself over the lightly scarred canvas of her lips for she knew that she would see Einarr in the skies above. She stopped in her ungainly trek to watch as Gwaihir flew forward for a greeting and the black pegasus circled his way down toward her. “Sek, k’athjilari!” She called in response to his greeting as the stallion touched down magnificently to the warmed sands.
He reached for her as long strides brought him closer and she extended her neck to greet him in kind. “Akka yer, shekh ma shieraki anni?” she murmured, inhaling the the familiar scent of of the man and giving him her own life’s breath in return. The exchange of scents was remarkably grounding, a sure sign of being home at last with her believes and Meg let herself be comforted by it.
“Vosma adakha ajjin sash, mahrazhkem.” The leonine tail was an unexpected change; she had seen it at the meeting before her departure, but Meg had been far to preoccupied to marvel at her mates new feature. Now, she arched her neck to peer at it before returning to give him a flirtatious look. “Mezahhe.”
But Einarr it seemed, was not in the mood for flirtations and she had a swift moment of disappointment as he stepped away from her. His question about their daughter’s whereabouts took Meg rather of guard and for a moment he lips twitch like she might laugh at the joke. It was foolish—at least in her mind—that the Gladiator would think she knew; he must have just seen her arrive! But she searched her mate’s face and saw only ernest inquiry, his eyes and just moved around to look for the girl, and now he gazed and Meg, expectant and she remembered that Einarr didn’t joke, not when his stare was so direct and not about his children’s whereabouts.
Meg’s brow arched in honest confusion, and through their bond Gwaihir’s attention was again captured and he came down to rest atop her folded wings. “She is not with me. I would not have endangered her like that. Mesec needed help to control his dark magic, not pick daisies.” It was ludicrous for hime to think that she would have taken her daughter along on a road trip with a (potentially) dangerous and unpredictable beast in tow. But….But she hadn’t told Einarr that… She hadn’t explained why she had taken Mesec to the veins and now it seemed in the long days since she had left Einarr had not seen their precious girl. “Einarr.” the word demanded an answer, as in her mind began to creep the fear that something was very, very wrong. Her eyes widened, the lines of her face becoming more severe, if Einarr had chosen this as his way to start his career as a practical joker, he was going the right way for a set of badly bruised ribs. “Einarr, tell me you have seen Asavvi!” In her forceful tone, the strained worry of a plea echoed as well.
Dwarfed in her mind as she waited for the stallion's answer, the muscles in her abdomen gave a swift, sharp tug. Not long now...
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Megaera
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
there is a war inside my heart gone silent
both sides dissatisfied and somewhat violent
@Einarr
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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