(no subject)
The weather outside may be on the wet and mucky end of things, but Jah-lila does not much care. She's just come from Quenching in her world- the fire-ceremony that ends the time of winter. There will be births soon, and much need of the midwife, but for now she has the freedom to roam.
And it's brought her here, she sees- she did not choose this path. Ah, well. There are worse places to run.
She tosses back her head and lets out a whistle of greeting to any unicorns or daya who may be present as she steps out of the woods.
And it's brought her here, she sees- she did not choose this path. Ah, well. There are worse places to run.
She tosses back her head and lets out a whistle of greeting to any unicorns or daya who may be present as she steps out of the woods.