azrael
▻ svarga (x azrael) ◅
His startle does not dismay her, neither of them had thought to see the other, originally, no plans made to cross paths. "It’s a good one to toss my fears to, though. It eats them right up and forgets them right away.." She smiles at this wisdom, one of the many reasons that she had accepted destiny so swiftly and so fully when they had met. It was clear that his insights would only cause her to be more than she was alone. More because of his gift in her womb, more because of his laymans wisdoms and higher thought both.
He looks back at the waves, but instead of allowing him more time to pray - she was not entirely convinced doing so was safe with the god of the sea, drawing such attention always dangerous with such a wild force - she calls attention to the rounded grace of her new form. He looks back at her, bemused and confused, her eyes sultry with the pride of a fruitful woman proud of the talents nature had seen fit to grant her mortal self. He peruses her whole form, his eyes warmed by the same drive that had originally begun the life within her.
She almost thinks she will have to tell him, but then her tail snaps against her rounded side. His eyes widen as if her tail had drawn attention to the very change she had told him to seek. He is astounded again, moreso than either time before, and she finds she rather loves this awe in his eyes, in his voice. Awe she had had for him, despite his absence, that he could create this change in her with so short of a time gifting her with his warmth. "Sarira," he says with appropriate reverence, "Really?"
The swagger, the pride, softens to something akin to love - though possibly more appropriately yet as simply affection. "Our worship amidst the willows and water has borne fruit. Thank you for this miraculous gift, my Chosen" His body wraps her up in warmth and his chest against her lets her know just how honest his amazement and joy was. "I feel bad. I haven’t seen you in so long – I forgot that this might happen." She chuckles, knowing that his youth and the many things that had happened had been more than most would have moved past to think about much.
"You have given me the seed that has helped me weave and grow a new life from nothing. That the world saw fit to keep you from me with more mundane but busying matters is certainly not your fault. We are at the mercy of the gods." His affection is returned. She knew that she could never claim or be claimed in the rudimentary way that he had for his own little herd, to be a part of the mortal path of horses, but still she thought that she would choose no other for herself unless the gods called her womb for a purpose of their own and took the choice away.
She was a Priestess, but the gods were the ones who knew all, saw all, and spoke little of their full image to the mortals they would use.
His touch warms her and she lips along his withers as her horn-like hooked ears shift to the sides in peaceful distraction. "But if the worries of the world could spare you, it has been a little lonely without you amidst the Sanctuary. Our falls has echoed without you to fill the stone belly to lay beside me. The Siren Queen certainly is strong enough to protect her land, so that you might visit, yes?"
PRIESTESS OF PARADISE’S SANCTUARY
▻ mare - bhimthadi - sooty bay tobiano sabino - 15.0 hh ◅