<div class="floatleft">(http://i40.tinypic.com/33u8wn6.jpg)</div><strong>Caridal<br/>The forest north of The Wall Camp<br/>Early morning -The sixth of November - Scorpio sun. Gemini moon.<br/>Tagged - open</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Lee's silent trot jarred Caridal out of sleep. The night before, she had been huddled up next to a large Oak tree with her trusted wolf. Now, he was on watch. The sun was only lighting the clouds above her, it was still mostly dark in the forest where she laid. Covered in a gown that she'd sown on her own, and a high pair of socks she had crafted as well. They were both made of wool. Her hands were trained, though and her weave was fine. The fabric felt as soft as cotton. The ground was wet in every direction, rain had been falling for days now. Her socks didn't cover her toes, and she usually pulled them all the way up to her hips, exposing half of her calf to keep them dry. that morning, they were hanging off the edge of her feet. As she wiggled on the ground with her eyes closed, she lifted one leg at a time to pull on her socks until they came up to her ankles. She hummed, hoping for Lee to return to her.<br/><br/>He didn't, she could still hear his tiny little paws trot along the forest floor, snapping twigs and expelling mud from it's settled spot.<br/><br/>Caridal's gown went down to her knees, stained with a bright red die. As she slept it had slid up her torso. The socks were white with a stray pattern of grey. It looked like the die may have not soaked all the way in. There was a long strip of white cotton wrapped around her ribcage and lower hips. Using a slit on the right side of the waist, Caridal was able to wear this long piece of cotton as a slip, and a corset. It's main purpose was to hold the heat in her lungs and vital organs, so she wore nothing to protect her buttocks or her genitals. And, the gown that she wore was incredibly loose around the shoulders, her young breasts would show themselves in one direction or another every time she moved her arms.<br/><br/>Still waking, Caridal started after Lee without checking her surroundings at all. If there was something dangerous near by, the wolf would not be peacefully standing with his ears and tail up, waiting for his beloved to come closer. She knelt next to him and whispered into his ear, "I feel you, Lee. I bet you had a bad dream." The animal seemed to stir, raising himself for a moment and then sitting. His head pivoted in every direction, and he licked his lips, staring off in the distance. "Hey!" Caridal was still whispering. She guided her wolf's head back toward her and she held her face next to his. "You can smell it all, you don't need those eyes, I know you." She was a piece of music, her cadence was rhythmic. She breathed like a wind in the mountains' pass. Lee whimpered and nudged himself into her. "Lee." she hummed out his name and he suddenly jerked away, barking once with excitement. Caridal smiled at him and watched him trot ten full strides to the south.<br/><br/>She moved her clothing around, to free her hip from cover and she perched herself down on a log. When the rain was this light, she liked to stay in the woods, a thick canopy above turned the downpour into mist. Her right hip and the edge of her buttocks lit up with a cold sensation. She chirped and opened her lips in shock. "This is a cold morning, Lee." the wolf was only twenty feet away, prancing lightly through the bramble with his nose on the ground.<br/><br/>Her blonde hair was an absolute nest. She'd been in the woods for over seven days. The young woman could hardly tell, but there were twigs and leafs stuck inside of the curls, and tangled strands of gold. She untied a knot at the middle of her back and started to take off the white cotton wrap. Her socks were dry. Caridal was entirely puzzled as to how that had happened, because her wrap and her gown were nearly soaked through. Caridal honestly couldn't tell if the moisture had come from the rain or her own body. Unwilling to ponder it for more than a second. She stood up and stripped down to her socks, which she promptly pulled up to her hips, and into the soft pocket of her under-carriage.<br/><br/>The naked girl hung her clothes up against the tree she had slept against and Lee started to come up toward the Oak, fully aware of what was about to happen.<br/><br/>She begin to whisper in an ancient language that her original protector had taught her years ago. Caridal started to whisper:<em>"Hago un llamamiento para obtener el poder. Soy el viento. Calentar mis manos, y llenar este espacio. Solis, viento. Solis, viento... Solis, viento. "</em>A vacuum pulled itself around her and she held her hands out as if she was holding a dance partner. Her heels were pinned to each other. A subtle light started to manifest in her palms and it flowed with haste toward her resting place. Lee layed down in absolute comfort as the wind started to flow from Caridals left arm, outstretched toward the tree. A hot breeze landed on the tree and she held it there for an elongated moment of peace. "Solis, viento." She wasn't whispering any longer. But, her soft voice sounded like the whistle of a bending tree-trunk, pure, and natural.<br/><br/>Caridal started to dance slowly, gesturing in slow motion toward the tree, shifting her weight and spinning with grace. The wind around her changed directions and gained power.  It flowed now, behind her, changing from misty cold air into a hot force of energy. Caridal was a desert breeze in the forest, subtle, quiet, and hidden in the shadows.<br/><br/>Her naked form spun and stretched without any attention on the time. Lee could only stand the heat for so long. Eventually, he set himself down by her side, still in the gust of warm air as it formed, but on watch again, protecting her as she focused on the magic. By the time she was done, the forest had brightened some, for the Scorpion sun had blazed itself through the morning fog and rain clouds. Hot streams of sunlight sliced through the darkness, via cracks in the canopy above.<br/><br/>Caridal calmed her energies again and fought the urge to keep dancing. Her clothes were dry, and had been for a while. But she liked the heat, the burn that she felt in the center of her gut. Caridal's magic used dark energy, and it formed inside of her soul as ecstasy. This morning's personal routine wasn't over. So, she left her gown and wrap on the tree, switching her focus in search of a bathe. She knew this section of the forest well, and a creek flowed with high volume to the east. The walk would not take long.<br/><br/>Lee led the way, as if he knew where she was going.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her long white socks hung on a branch, the mist had vanished, for the rain had stopped. The ice cold water of the stream slipped by Caridal as she rubbed her submerged scalp, freeing her hair of it's thistle and branch. The tangled curls were loosened as well. She lifted her head out and straightened her knees. The shocking water caused her to gasp. Thin and shivering, the blonde was more refreshed than anything else. She picked herself clean as quickly as possible to avoid the discomfort of numb extremities. Lee stayed out of the water, and made sure to stay clear of her as she came ashore to dry off. He had been splashed with water before, and he knew that she was always looking for an excuse to do it again.<br/><br/>"I'm out of the creek, Lee, come here." The wolf was still careful, approaching her and sitting at her side. She tied her socks around his neck and instructed him not to shake them off. Caridal started back toward her clothes on the Oak tree, and Lee started after her, a bit irritated by the wool around his head. She took slow careful steps, holding her hands out to her sides, palms forward, eyes focused on something, but not where she was stepping. She called her energies forward again, whispering this time at a steady walking speed.<em>"Hago un llamamiento para obtener el poder. Soy el viento. Calentar mis manos, y llenar este espacio. Solis, viento." </em>The wind behind her came much more quickly this time, almost the moment after the vacuum had flashed around her. At first, her hot wind felt cool, but as the water on her skin evaporated, she felt the heart of the desert again and her blonde hair danced while the rest of the forest stood still. The sun was even higher now, cutting through the canopy in ten thousand more little holes than before.<br/><br/>She hardly snapped a twig, she felt weightless inside the pocket of hot magic. The mud on her feet was still chilled. It refreshed her. And as she raised her feet with every step, the hot wind kind of dried the cool wet dirt. In the middle of the walk, the mud on her feet had become a second pad to walk on. Thinner than leather, but thicker than cotton.<br/><br/>Her skin was hot and dry before she got back to the oak tree, but she kept the wind coming after she'd arrived to 'warm her clothes again.' (to get high). She stood less then two meters from the tree with a quiet fierceness in her eyes, and a calm emotionless observation on the rest of her face. She slowly raised her hands, pushing them forward with no dance or calming walk. '... - ...' Her body jerked and her throat caught a tight breathe of air. She moaned with intrigue and content. Her eyes alone were filled with joy.<br/><br/>Lee pushed himself against her, concerned. Her left knee bent and she shook her head free, shutting off her energy sources, she took a long slow breathe. She looked down at Lee and crouched down to his level. She thanked him with her eyes and retrieved the wool socks from his neck. He licked her hands and whined, still deeply concerned. "I'm ok I think." Lee didn't agree. He barked once and stood up.<br/><br/>Caridal straightened up and scrunched up her socks. Like a dancer, she lifted one foot at a time and pulled the fabric up to her hips again. Her practiced hands took the white cotton wrap and held it against her ribcage. Again, dancing in place, Caridal carefully wrapped her body in white cotton. Her navel was covered. The cotton went up to her breasts without covering them. About half of the wrap was still hanging from the tree. The warm fabric filled her with heat, and she smiled.<br/><br/>Once the gown came over her head, the free end of the cotton was already through it. She folded the red wool in the same place as the slit, and then tightly finished her spinning technique.<br/><br/>She walked away from the tree perfectly dressed, warm, and wide awake. The mist had returned with a frail presence, Caridal hardly noticed. Lee ran ahead of her again. They were headed Southeast toward the busy Gate Camp, it would likely be a couple of hours before the two of them were through the deadly forest and inside the dank, seedy village. Caridal didn't hum. She hardly formed any thoughts. She watched the sunlight shift through the forest. She waited for a demon, or another hard fall of rain. The two problems concerned her with equal intensity.