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Leap watches her sleep – grazing every sweep and curve of her porcelain skin. A remnant of silver moonshine lingers on her back, clinging to the unkempt roughness of her honey-yellow hair and he finds a strange solace in watching over her. Her clothes, which she had so innocently flung upon the gracious branch of a gnarled tree, sway slightly in the gentle night breeze. Abandoned in favor of a burr’s kiss and a nettle’s embrace and he must smile at her little dreamer’s heart. Today I will travel naked, she had laughed. Saedís – not quite asleep can feel the yearning slant of his gaze on her naked skin, like the gentle touch of a butterfly-kiss. She is surely blessed, she thinks, that he found her that day.
<b><i>”Princess Saedís of the City of Dreams”</b>, he had jested, that very first day that they had met. Lying here, under the light of the moon it seems an eternity has passed since they stumbled upon each other three nights ago in the forest. She – with skin as white as the pallor of whale bone beaches and the indecision of a wanderer in her eye had stumbled into his forest in the wake of broken dreams and failed ideals intent on <i>finding herself</i> in the arms of boughs and fir and forest magic.
He had salvaged her – taken her reluctantly into his woodland home. <b>”These woods can be treacherous, it is no place for city girls and pseudo-hikers.”</b> Oh, they had been, but he had taken his role as protector and guide seriously, scolding her gently as she stumbled through the forest, warning her of poisonous berries and greedy insects. And somewhere, between a slip and a stumble their blossoming friendship had turned into something else.
Oh, that first day – when she had staggered on an oaks burly root and fallen into his arms, with burning cheeks and a mumbled apology. But his scent; a blend of man and tree and wildflower had intoxicated her, and he had venerated the way the curves of her body fitted into his like a key in a lock. He had deep set eyes that told forever of some hidden misfortune that had befallen him – but when those eyes met hers she could have sworn that she had seen a hunger there too; fever-bright and burning</i>
She knows that they are soon at the end of their journey, and that come tomorrow – their ways must part. She must return to her city-life and he, well she is not sure where he will go. But they still have tonight, and she opens an eye to look up at her forest-guide. <i>”Longleg Leap”</i> she teases and with an encompassing sweep of her pale arms she beckons for him to join her on the forest-floor; presenting to the world the beauty of love. <i>”the night is long and I am cold”</i>
He had the face of a lover as he sank down beside her – and her words rang out in a melodious song, the spellbinding cadence overwhelming the nightbirds to silence. The lyrics ebbed and flowed from her sensuous lips and joined in the chorus of nocturnal melodies and strains. The scent of jasmine and anise shifted in the breeze, granting the night an ethereal sense of romance.
He moves with the fleet grace of wild things as he bends over her, letting his lips trail the back of her neck and along the curve of her cheek. Her high cheekbones and soft hair glow in the stardust, and a soft moan escapes her lips at his touch. The pale fall of her body was illuminated in the moonlight and her heart was lost to the dreams and the poetry of a mystical night. And he; he goes weak at the knees and falls into the curve of Saedís like a long lost lover does. And, all lips and tongue and aching slowness he makes her body his. She in turn tangles her body with his, and her breath is a sweet-fire kiss on his skin as she hums his name over and over again. She scrapes shy teeth over his neck, just short of the life-vein, and savors the thrum of his pulse that beat in rhythm with her own. His name is a white-hot whisper in her blood – and he is the breath in her lungs and the wind that lulls the waves into cresting, the winds that bring the storms, the fires in primordial suns. Over and over she calls out his name, and like this they tend to infinity – the motion and the energy and the trembling in the edges of perception.
Oh, but it does not last long, because this world is not perfect and such state of bliss – of stasis – of immortality – cannot last. Before long their bodies are lost, and their minds, scattered. She sighs then, into the sweep of his neck and as he untangles she immediately feels the sharp ache of his absence in her veins. She mourns the loss of the bright-hot presence of his skin pressed against hers. But the bright blue of his eyes are drawn towards east – where the first trembling rays of sunlight can be seen.
<b>”We must go”</b> he tells her and she knows it to be true, nevertheless she wishes she could have stayed there with him forever.
She does not yet know if she can be willing to leave the earth-bound borders of the forest to go with him where he must go. She does not know if her strength will permit it, for she knows that if she passes further into the mists, further from the wide-world just beyond the borders of the forest, she will never again return. Her body is pledged now, form and function, to him. But her heart is a dreamer’s heart.
He seems to know this as they walk; hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder – because there is a tremble in his body, and he has sensed something on the wind.
They reach the edge of the lake come evening – and she wraps her delicate arms around him, kissing him with a quiet devotion that leaves him starving for more. The crickets and nightingales croons gently upon a branch above them – the flutter of wings are, to Saedís, as cherished as a lover´s touch. In the wake of morning, of leaving this place her clothes have been left on the tree branch – whisked away by the forest itself as if she is not meant to leave this place. His hands are hot against her skin; his eyes has not been admiring the fall of leaves and sun, not at all – and they are pining and hungry as he runs a hand down the soft expanse of her neck. There was a feral sort of seduction in the way those hands touched her; meant for the wild and untamed. Those hands knew every inch of her flesh, as if he had always held her. She leans back into his touch, thinking that it would be so easy to stay here, to lose herself with him, in him, in their love.
But she sends him away with a soft kiss to the cheek – for she has not yet found the self that she is looking for, and he must carry on. For he is bound to forest and reason just as she is bound to moon and dreams.
And such is the story of how a princess from the City came to live the rest of her days as a recluse in the forest – for she had already lost her heart, and without a heart you can never find meaning in your life.
And whoever would happen upon the lonely old woman would see a face and a body weathered by time and hear the soft words floating ever so sadly upon the ears of songbirds.
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Word count: 1,338
Fairytale: Leap the Elk and little princess Cottongrass - instead of an elk and a princess I have turned them into a young girl trying to find the meaning to life by going hiking and a forest guide.
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Leap watches her sleep – grazing every sweep and curve of her porcelain skin. A remnant of silver moonshine lingers on her back, clinging to the unkempt roughness of her honey-yellow hair and he finds a strange solace in watching over her. Her clothes, which she had so innocently flung upon the gracious branch of a gnarled tree, sway slightly in the gentle night breeze. Abandoned in favor of a burr’s kiss and a nettle’s embrace and he must smile at her little dreamer’s heart. Today I will travel naked, she had laughed. Saedís – not quite asleep can feel the yearning slant of his gaze on her naked skin, like the gentle touch of a butterfly-kiss. She is surely blessed, she thinks, that he found her that day.
<b><i>”Princess Saedís of the City of Dreams”</b>, he had jested, that very first day that they had met. Lying here, under the light of the moon it seems an eternity has passed since they stumbled upon each other three nights ago in the forest. She – with skin as white as the pallor of whale bone beaches and the indecision of a wanderer in her eye had stumbled into his forest in the wake of broken dreams and failed ideals intent on <i>finding herself</i> in the arms of boughs and fir and forest magic.
He had salvaged her – taken her reluctantly into his woodland home. <b>”These woods can be treacherous, it is no place for city girls and pseudo-hikers.”</b> Oh, they had been, but he had taken his role as protector and guide seriously, scolding her gently as she stumbled through the forest, warning her of poisonous berries and greedy insects. And somewhere, between a slip and a stumble their blossoming friendship had turned into something else.
Oh, that first day – when she had staggered on an oaks burly root and fallen into his arms, with burning cheeks and a mumbled apology. But his scent; a blend of man and tree and wildflower had intoxicated her, and he had venerated the way the curves of her body fitted into his like a key in a lock. He had deep set eyes that told forever of some hidden misfortune that had befallen him – but when those eyes met hers she could have sworn that she had seen a hunger there too; fever-bright and burning</i>
She knows that they are soon at the end of their journey, and that come tomorrow – their ways must part. She must return to her city-life and he, well she is not sure where he will go. But they still have tonight, and she opens an eye to look up at her forest-guide. <i>”Longleg Leap”</i> she teases and with an encompassing sweep of her pale arms she beckons for him to join her on the forest-floor; presenting to the world the beauty of love. <i>”the night is long and I am cold”</i>
He had the face of a lover as he sank down beside her – and her words rang out in a melodious song, the spellbinding cadence overwhelming the nightbirds to silence. The lyrics ebbed and flowed from her sensuous lips and joined in the chorus of nocturnal melodies and strains. The scent of jasmine and anise shifted in the breeze, granting the night an ethereal sense of romance.
He moves with the fleet grace of wild things as he bends over her, letting his lips trail the back of her neck and along the curve of her cheek. Her high cheekbones and soft hair glow in the stardust, and a soft moan escapes her lips at his touch. The pale fall of her body was illuminated in the moonlight and her heart was lost to the dreams and the poetry of a mystical night. And he; he goes weak at the knees and falls into the curve of Saedís like a long lost lover does. And, all lips and tongue and aching slowness he makes her body his. She in turn tangles her body with his, and her breath is a sweet-fire kiss on his skin as she hums his name over and over again. She scrapes shy teeth over his neck, just short of the life-vein, and savors the thrum of his pulse that beat in rhythm with her own. His name is a white-hot whisper in her blood – and he is the breath in her lungs and the wind that lulls the waves into cresting, the winds that bring the storms, the fires in primordial suns. Over and over she calls out his name, and like this they tend to infinity – the motion and the energy and the trembling in the edges of perception.
Oh, but it does not last long, because this world is not perfect and such state of bliss – of stasis – of immortality – cannot last. Before long their bodies are lost, and their minds, scattered. She sighs then, into the sweep of his neck and as he untangles she immediately feels the sharp ache of his absence in her veins. She mourns the loss of the bright-hot presence of his skin pressed against hers. But the bright blue of his eyes are drawn towards east – where the first trembling rays of sunlight can be seen.
<b>”We must go”</b> he tells her and she knows it to be true, nevertheless she wishes she could have stayed there with him forever.
She does not yet know if she can be willing to leave the earth-bound borders of the forest to go with him where he must go. She does not know if her strength will permit it, for she knows that if she passes further into the mists, further from the wide-world just beyond the borders of the forest, she will never again return. Her body is pledged now, form and function, to him. But her heart is a dreamer’s heart.
He seems to know this as they walk; hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder – because there is a tremble in his body, and he has sensed something on the wind.
They reach the edge of the lake come evening – and she wraps her delicate arms around him, kissing him with a quiet devotion that leaves him starving for more. The crickets and nightingales croons gently upon a branch above them – the flutter of wings are, to Saedís, as cherished as a lover´s touch. In the wake of morning, of leaving this place her clothes have been left on the tree branch – whisked away by the forest itself as if she is not meant to leave this place. His hands are hot against her skin; his eyes has not been admiring the fall of leaves and sun, not at all – and they are pining and hungry as he runs a hand down the soft expanse of her neck. There was a feral sort of seduction in the way those hands touched her; meant for the wild and untamed. Those hands knew every inch of her flesh, as if he had always held her. She leans back into his touch, thinking that it would be so easy to stay here, to lose herself with him, in him, in their love.
But she sends him away with a soft kiss to the cheek – for she has not yet found the self that she is looking for, and he must carry on. For he is bound to forest and reason just as she is bound to moon and dreams.
And such is the story of how a princess from the City came to live the rest of her days as a recluse in the forest – for she had already lost her heart, and without a heart you can never find meaning in your life.
And whoever would happen upon the lonely old woman would see a face and a body weathered by time and hear the soft words floating ever so sadly upon the ears of songbirds.
<font size=14pt><center> SAEDÌS</font>
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Word count: 1,338
Fairytale: Leap the Elk and little princess Cottongrass - instead of an elk and a princess I have turned them into a young girl trying to find the meaning to life by going hiking and a forest guide.