A change is ebbing upon the horizon, one that she can nearly feel in her very bones, and it does not sit well with her. She is anxious because of this feeling, knowing that whatever Jaidah has planned will be for the benefit of them all. Lacuna has yet to meet the Night Mother, who is of the same age, although she expects to change that little fact very soon.
The call was almost expected as it is no lie that nearly all in Asteraia wait with bated breath for the return of their Dread – especially his lover and their children. Alabaster auditories flick forward in immediate interest at Jaidah’s call to arms and barely a moment lingers between that and her decision to bolt toward the waning sound. Her slender bodice glides through the hills with ease as she gives chase toward the voice of their spearhead, years of toned muscle working so perfectly to provide the most graceful and efficient of movements.
It is necessary for each member to have met the plains’ sovereign at least once, that of which Lacuna knows is socially correct, and so she is fervent in her desire to do so. She has encountered the male known as Eric, a fine specimen although not entirely her type, and has no qualms with anything that she has seen so far, surely their queen is of no less caliber. Powerful paws land heavily upon the soil as she slows herself to a confident saunter now that the snow white female is in her sights. A sight that she could stare at for days, dare she admit. Jaidah is taller by a small measure and heavier too, more like an elongated form of Lacuna, except doused in the purest of colors. As she nears ever closer toward the witch her eyes instantly flit up to the soft, sparkling jade pair of those of her leader.
It is clear to the Exotican temptress that Jaidah is weakened by the birthing process in which she endured within the spring – a daunting task for any mother-to-be – and yet Lacuna sees past what quivering that barely breaks through the steadfast stance of the queen. She still sees resilience and power, a hot, green fire that licks hungrily beneath those eyes. It is alluring and not soon after her approach does the newcomer greet Jaidah with an engaging glimmer in her own dark eyes and a nudge of her muzzle into the plush, pristine fur of her neck. She steps back, eyes locking onto the jade of her own once again. ”Ahhh… you smell equally as delicious as you look.” it is a humorous compliment meant to mean only what the listener believes it to. Perhaps she was talking about how Jaidah looked ready enough to be consumed, or maybe she spoke of other such things.
”I am Lacuna.” she threw out the titles and names of her forebearers, for none in Moladion would know of such Exotican relations. It is a culture that had thrived in lands outside of this realm and although Lacuna wishes to pass it along to her own blood someday, she will not press it upon others memories so soon.