Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]
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				Title: <strong>Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-04-2014, 23:55:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>Spring in the village seemed to come early this year, the pale green leaving of the trees bright against a pale blue sky laden with clouds.&nbsp; There was still a nip to the air and she wasn’t sure if there wasn’t one more frost left in the season.&nbsp; Nevertheless, young Isabel picked her way along the path on the wood, gathering what she could at the beaten trail’s edge, fallen twigs and oak galls from the waning winter’s bounty the lion’s share of what filled her basket.&nbsp; It was down to a memory of muscle now, her blue eyes darting from bit to bit discerning at a glance what a blossom or fruit or fungus would turn her dye vat, as easily as her eyes could tell whether the bounty in question could kill, cure, or nourish.<br><br>The chill in the air reminded her of the hardships they had faced in the long, cold months, when they had nothing and little hope of the sun on their faces, yet they always seemed to find the way back to the spring and warmth and light.&nbsp; Tugging the woolen cloak tighter around her shoulders, the honey-blonde woman spotted a shock of blue flowers waving happily on spindly gray-green stalks in a sunny patch of the woods.&nbsp; A smile brightening her lips, she veered that way, silently off the path, to get at them.&nbsp; They would make a wonderful dye, albeit a small batch, but maybe she could keep it for something special…<br><br>Humming softly to herself, she went about plucking some of the blossoms, careful to leave some to do nature’s work.&nbsp; As beautiful as they were to her, they were not only a sign of spring, but a reminder that even she had a purpose on the grander scheme.&nbsp; Of course, she saw herself as little more than the odd lone woman living on the edge of town, but her work was as important to the town as the miller or the blacksmith, she supposed.&nbsp; Her loom fashioned cloth for all the town to use, even if she was the only one using it, and hers was the only one with a wide enough berth for the panels a city man bought from her to sell to the sail makers in the harbor.&nbsp; They were all nice enough, but she kept to herself most of the time.&nbsp; Life was more peaceful that way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>29-04-2014, 10:53:12</strong>
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				Within the verge of the forest he wanders, restless, for he knows instinctively that the time is nearing.&nbsp; There is an elusive blend of scents in the breeze that he seems to follow, but not in the ways that others might follow, for the forest seems almost to bend itself to his will.&nbsp; Spring is in the air, as well as the scent of renewal everywhere, yet the change of season seems to hesitate almost, as if waiting.&nbsp; Still the early flowers bloom, and the sun warms the grass.&nbsp; And there is a new sound on the air, an unfamiliar one, if not exactly unexpected.&nbsp; He follows it, for it comes from the same direction as the elusive scent.&nbsp; His friend the breeze carries them to him.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Geraint_Herne_the_Great_Stag.jpg)</div><strong>The Great Stag</strong><br><br>There are many places in the forest, many hidden glades and clearings, though the trees are never too far away.&nbsp; And of course some places are safer than others, though few are completely safe from predators for the incautious.&nbsp; But there are certain places in the forest that are different from all others, elusive places that might even seem to shift positions from day to day, or even come and go entirely, there are legends about them, of course, though few are very accurate, for such places is unobtrusive.&nbsp; And if there is any kid of feyness about them it is in their being perfectly ordinary seeming, for those few that even find them.<br><br>It is in such a place that a lone woman goes about her business, entirely unaware of where she is, just apparently pleased to find the blue flowers that are so rare in the forest.&nbsp; And it is there also where a great stag steps out of the trees, and seems to watch her.&nbsp; To the eye it is both and awesome and an improbable figure.&nbsp; It's outlines are at best hazy, and it seems almost that not just unshed antlers, but a veritable forest of barren branches spring from it's head.&nbsp; But most improbable is the fact that the sun seems not to illuminate the great beast, which rather moves wrapped in twilight, despite the brightly shining sun.&nbsp; <br><br>He makes no noise; nor or does he move.&nbsp; Rather he simply stands there watching, for he has found the source of the elusive melody, and the scent that caresses the air; she carries the sacred flowers in her hand.&nbsp; So it must be she: the one for whom he has searched ...&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>30-05-2014, 04:08:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>The verdant green surrounding her seemed to pop in the sunlight that lit on everything around her as her fingers gently cradled the blue blossoms.&nbsp; The stillness around her made her look up, as if the woods that surrounded her had faded away.&nbsp; But they hadn't, when she looked around her, only the flickering twilight that shrouded the stag seeming out of place.&nbsp; Sucking in a startled breath, she froze and watched the regal animal for interminable moments, the shimmer about the twilight making it seem as if the mirage before her weren't quite of her own world.<br><br>And maybe it wasn't.<br><br>Finding herself staring, mesmerized, she looked away, gathering what blossoms had slipped from her fingers to the ground.&nbsp; It seemed odd that the world would shimmer around the one point, but there had been stranger things in the world.&nbsp; Who was she to wonder on what these old woods would do?<br><br>Smiling to herself, she brushed one of the intact blooms with a fond thumb, leaving it to sway cheerily on its gray-green stem in the breeze, her eyes lit with humor and a degree of mischief.&nbsp; Not that a little blue blossom could manage any mischief as tethered to the earth as it was, but she liked to think there might be more of them in the next spring if she only marked the place well in her mind.<br><br>Slowly rising from her half-crouch by the flowers, Isabel casually looked about, almost reluctant to rise and startle the stag that seemed transfixed in the strange twilight lingering in the sunny glade.&nbsp; There was something about it that piqued her curiosity, but she had never seen the like before.&nbsp; And once again she found herself transfixed, a particularly strange feeling for one so used to the normal rhythm of life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>09-06-2014, 12:07:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8b/Geraint_Herne_the_Great_Stag.jpg)</div><strong>The Great Stag</strong><br><br>She looks up then as if hearing something, though he had made no noise.&nbsp; Rther she had sensed his presence, further proof that she is the one.&nbsp; She seems to freeze as she watches him, before going back to her task.&nbsp; She doesn't flee, nor does she chase him or cry out.&nbsp; So while she looks away, he moves closer, curious now that he knows she is the one.<br><br>She seems in harmony with the forest, harvesting rather than destroying, and not taking all.&nbsp; He can almost sense the touch of the goddess in the way she moves among the plants.&nbsp; She looks around almost casually to see if he is still threre though he is sure now that she is as aware of him as he is of her.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/Geraint_Herne_the_Diminished_Stag.jpg)</div>There is a scent of her on the air now the scent of woman and flowers mingled, and of the goddess as well.&nbsp; She is pleasing in form to that part of him that partakes of such pleasures.&nbsp; Already he can feel himself changing for the day is nearing when the bonfires will be built.&nbsp; He can feel the cooling mist start to form and the twilight fade around him.&nbsp; Perhaps it is a trick of the fading illumination around him, but his rack of antlers seems no longer nearly so great, and indeed more like that of a stag one might see any day in the forest ... assuming that the stag glowed in the darkening twilight around him as the mist rose.&nbsp; Such he is as she beholds last … before he simply vanishes into the mist.<br><br>He will be back though, as will she.&nbsp; It is their destiny to share.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 20:25:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>Shaken not a little bit how the stag simply vanished before her eyes, Isabel lingered in the clearing for a few moments before turning away and stepping back onto the path that had led her there.&nbsp; Each step precise, she headed back the way she had come, her hands clutching the basket of flowers and galls, for that was all she had found good enough.&nbsp; Still, the image of the great stag lingered in her mind even as the wood opened from around her and her feet hurried themselves into the little cottage she called home.<br><br>Strung across the rafters and hung from the walls were previous harvests in small cloth bags or hung by their stems or strings, most strung about in the loft where she slept, but the previous autumn's harvest had left her with more than she had expected.&nbsp; And now was the time to create from that, and much was to be done.&nbsp; She set the basket aside on the great table in the one room that her cottage had, taking up the buckets by the door, one for each hand, and made the short trek to the stream that cut its way through the village.&nbsp; She smiled at the miller's hail, one she met with the same smile every day, and filled her buckets as the water rushed toward his mill, the creaking of the wooden joints and gears that ran with the grace of the water audible almost over the man's voice.<br><br>There was always work to be done for all, and kettles of boiling water for her dyes were no less important than the miller's grindstone or the blacksmith's forge, yet somehow she surmised neither the blacksmith or miller traipsed in the wood with seeming apparitions to ply their trades.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>01-08-2014, 08:15:18</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>The Hunter is more than a little disoriented.&nbsp; It seemed like just moments ago when he was stealthily following the biggest most impressive buck he'd ever seen.&nbsp; It was weird, almost like he could understand the buck's mind, which seemed much more complex than any animal's mind should have been.&nbsp; And it was also like it could see inside his head as well.&nbsp; It was nothing malicious seeming, just maybe curiosity … and a kind of expectation. It must have been a dream, but then how could he dream fully awake?&nbsp; <br><br>The place seems familiar, but not the same.&nbsp; There are too many things subtly wrong, and it doesn't even seem the same season.&nbsp; But how does one lose track of a whole season, seemingly between blinks?&nbsp; How long ago did he leave home?&nbsp; Where is home?&nbsp; How long has he been chasing the great stag?&nbsp; He can't remember, but from the looks of him it's been a while&nbsp; It's almost like that strange dream he used to have, but come to life … or is this the dream?&nbsp; Nothing has made any sense since … since … since that gray owl landed on his shoulder.&nbsp; Or was that a dream as well?&nbsp; At least he would know it of it was there now, but right now, everything is surreal.&nbsp; And his eyes search around him to find something tangible to focus on.&nbsp; It is only then that he sees her.&nbsp; She stands as if transfixed, looking away from him toward … the great buck.<br><br>The moment he sees it, it disappears, apparently disturbing her as much as himself, from what he can see of her actions from a distance … and suddenly the world seems real again, as if his spotting her anchored him to this world and chased the huge buck away.&nbsp; But still he steps back into the forest from the verge, so that he is hidden in the shade as he observers her.<br><br>For a few long moments, she seems to stare in the direction of the stag's disappearance.&nbsp; But then she gathers up her basket, and turns to go, appearing to be perhaps an herbswoman gathering&nbsp; herbs to make remedies.&nbsp; And that thought turns his attention to his own arm, and the bloodstained bandage around his bicep, remembering that it is not at all a common wound, even if it doesn't seem serious to his memory.&nbsp; He turns to follow her.&nbsp; She is his one connection to the great stag and the mystery to his own presence in this place that is "not home".&nbsp; And perhaps she can offer something for the pain in his wound.&nbsp; Twice along the way, he stops, quietly draws his bow and looses an arrow, each shot economically felling a rabbit, which he field dresses with his knife, and then hangs from his belt.<br><br>All the while he thinks about the woman.&nbsp; There is something familiar about her, but he isn't sure what from a distance.&nbsp; But doesn't necessarily mean that he would seem familiar to her … just because the two of them both saw the great stag.&nbsp; But if he is going to approach her, it ought to be in daylight.&nbsp; The appearance of a strange eyed scruffy man in a dirty green cape at her door in the dark would likely not be a welcome occurrence, even if he has a brace of conies for her pot.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good day to ye, Lass.&nbsp; Could ye us a bit of a hand with those, even if it be from a stranger?"<br><br>Even by light of day he looks a bit disreputable, though not particularly dangerous.&nbsp; He's a tall man, strong but not muscular, fit but not lean, as befitting a hunter.&nbsp; He wears buckskin breeches and boots, but neither shirt nor memory of what happened it to His only other belingings are his bow and quiver of arrows and the dark green hooded cloak, that affords him stealth in the forest.&nbsp; His hair is long and so dark a brown that it is almost black, and he wears a beard, as well as well as a coating of grime that seems almost baked onto his face.&nbsp; But it’s the fierce blue eyes that one would notice, something not common hereabouts.&nbsp; They add to the general strangeness about him, especially since one could get lost in them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>11-08-2014, 22:53:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>The man's voice startled her, new and sudden as it was, but she tried not to show it as she turned to see who spoke to her.&nbsp; Before her mind could register the grime that seemed to be ingrained in him, it was the intense blue eyes that caught her gaze, as if that alone could bore through her.&nbsp; He was no one she thought she knew, maybe just a ranger from the wood.&nbsp; Much as she had with the miller, she smiled at him.&nbsp; He looked disoriented and lost, even if it was a bit of a sense of him and nothing that might be easily construed by other eyes.<br><br>"Thank you for the offer, good sir, but I fear you look as though you could use a rest instead.&nbsp; You are welcome to come and sit as I work, if you like?"<br><br>Her tone was easy and even a bit teasing, but she drew nearer as she carried the buckets back toward her cottage.&nbsp; Truth be told, she thought he looked as if her were going to wilt right then and there, and she wouldn't dream of taxing the man more with a chore that was as easy as life to her.&nbsp; Water fueled her pots as well as it fueled the miller's grindstone and there were at least two more trips in her immediate future anyway.&nbsp; No hardship came from work, and neither did it come in his asking.<br><br>Still, her curiosity piqued as she watched him out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; "It seems a strange thing to see a new face so suddenly here.&nbsp; Where are you from?"
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				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>19-08-2014, 11:49:02</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>He startles her, but that was probably a foregone conclusion, given his looks&nbsp; And she doesn't take him up on his offer.&nbsp; Her skeptical look suggests she doesn't think him capable of the task he offered, though ther eyes do lock for a moment, and something transpires … even if he's not sure what.<br><br><em>"Thank you for the offer, good sir, but I fear you look as though you could use a rest instead.&nbsp; You are welcome to come and sit as I work, if you like?"</em><br><br>Her words trouble him a bit, enough so that he goes over to the stream to assess his appearance, something he hasn't done recently.&nbsp; His face is filthy, he can see, and he has a look of gauntness about him, he has to admit.&nbsp; But he's steady on his feet, if a little wild looking and he's still felled to rabbits with two arrows. He leans over and dunks his head in the water, downstream of where she'd been drawing hers, and he does his best to scrubb off the filth with his hands.&nbsp; &nbsp;His results are clearly mixed when his head emerges after a rinse, but he senses that he must look better than before.&nbsp; For now it will have to do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Aye, I'll trade ye a brace of coneys to share for a seat by yer hearth, to rest my weary feet, and thank ye for yer kindness."<br><br>She's curious about him, as she ought to be of a stranger, even one who offers no threat.<br><br><em>"It seems a strange thing to see a new face so suddenly here.&nbsp; Where are you from?"</em><br><br>He's walking with her by then, his face dripping on to the grass as as the move toward her cabin.<br><br>"Aye, I be nae where I expected to be.&nbsp; I'm from … "<br><br>He gets a bit of a puzzled look on his face then, as he realizes he doesn't recall where he is from.&nbsp; She shakes his head a bit, as if&nbsp; to crear it,&nbsp; luckily not splattering her in the process, though he might have.&nbsp; By this time he is holding the door to her cabin open for her.&nbsp; That much, at least, he can do.&nbsp; <br><br>"Not from here for sure, or I'd know my way better."<br><br>Then a look crosses his face as he enters the cabin interior, almost as if he'd had an unexpected insight.&nbsp; <br><br>"Those who attempt to follow the Great Stag tend to get lost … as one moment he's there and the next he's bolted, faster than the eye can blink."<br><br>He watches her for a reaction as he says it, since he's sure she's seen the great beast and perhaps can be of aid somehow … or he of aid to her.&nbsp; He finds her watching him as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>19-10-2014, 06:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>A kind humor twinkled in her eyes as she passed between him and the cottage wall, passing so close as to catch a few of the droplets as she shook himself, but it wasn't as if she'd not been rained on half her life.&nbsp; As if he were of the woods she had just come from, instead of possibly just traveling through.&nbsp; But that, of course, wasn't possible.<br><br>Carrying the buckets to the hearth, she emptied one and then the other into the great kettle over the fire and stoked up the coals beneath it before tossing more kindling on to catch.&nbsp; It was only then his mention of the stag caught her ears and her mind managed to catch up.&nbsp; Turning back to him, she caught at his wrist, moving back to him in the doorway, maybe too close, as her voice dropped to a hushed whisper.<br><br>"You were in the woods?&nbsp; You saw him too?"
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				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>28-10-2014, 04:27:59</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>She wrinkles her nose at him, a gesture that might be rude in a child, but seems somehow both humorous and comforting, coming from a grown woman.&nbsp; He does know that no man ever hurt his case with a woman by making her laugh.&nbsp; She's stubborn about her buckets though so he knows she's an independent with a mind all her own.&nbsp; In a way that actually makes him feel better, given that she's invited him in.&nbsp; he must not look too dangerous or deranged, or she wouldn't have invited him.<br><br>She doesn't naesay his offer of meat for dinner.&nbsp; But the moment he mentions the Great Stag, she turns to him catching at his wrist and looking deadly earnest as she spoke in a hushed whisper.<br><br><em>"You were in the woods?&nbsp; You saw him too?"</em><br><br>He nods.<br><br>"Aye, mistress, I've been following him for months, and he led me to this place, but no further.&nbsp; It seems like here he meant to lead me."<br><br>He looks at her as if with new insight.<br><br>"Is it here that he dwells, mistress?&nbsp; Did he lead you here also?&nbsp; Have ye seen him often?"<br><br>There are too many questions in his head, and she is virtually the first person he's felt able to share them with.&nbsp; He as to wonder way, and how.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>18-11-2014, 19:48:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>She laughed softly as she pulled away again slightly, the look of amused confusion in her eyes.&nbsp; However would he think a stag lived in a cottage, unless his ordeal had left him that addled?&nbsp; Still, there was something striking about him that she felt she couldn’t shake.&nbsp; A sense of knowing.<br><br>“I’m afraid that if he were living here, there would be no place for him to hide from me.&nbsp; You can see, it is rather small.&nbsp; I’ve lived here, alone, since my parents died.&nbsp; It is a fair chance that a stag would be...quite noticeable.”<br><br>She let her grip loosen and slip away from his arm.<br><br>“I’ve seen him just the once.&nbsp; This morning while I was out gathering...just before I saw you.”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>30-11-2014, 17:08:17</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>She laughs at him, however softly, and clearly thinks him demented from the look of both amusement and confusion in her eyes<br><br><em>“I’m afraid that if he were living here, there would be no place for him to hide from me.&nbsp; You can see, it is rather small.&nbsp; I’ve lived here, alone, since my parents died.&nbsp; It is a fair chance that a stag would be...quite noticeable.”</em><br><br>The hope on his own eyes diminishes a bit, especially when she loosens her grip on his arm, and her hand slips away.&nbsp; There had been something in the glance, but it's gone now, though a touch of it returns when she speaks of the great stag again.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>“I’ve seen him just the once.&nbsp; This morning while I was out gathering...just before I saw you.”</em><br><br>So perhaps he is again just passing through,&nbsp; soon to be off for another forest, another place.&nbsp; Perhaps it's a curse that leads him and not a geas.&nbsp; But still there remains a small glimmer of hope ...&nbsp; that another actually saw him.<br><br>"Nay Mistress it is but my own garbled words that would set the great beast awry in yer abode rather than in the great forest without.&nbsp; I be not just from another place, but another forest, so many forests and places ago I've lost count, either that or my wits be truly as addled as they seem."&nbsp; <br><br>He backs away a bit from her then, not wishing to frighten her with his semblance of madness.<br><br>"I should go, if he is nae of this forest and passing through still, for I must follow him; it be my doom to do so.&nbsp; I bid ye keep the coneys, thought, with my thanks, and my blessing for what it's worth …<br><br>"Ye be the first I've met that's seen him as well.&nbsp; May it be a boon to ye, Mistress." <br><br>Then he turns to go.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 02:33:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>May be it was an instinct or a compulsion, but she reached out to touch his arm once more.&nbsp; It was a gentle touch, but one of urgency.&nbsp; Did he think she was turning him away?&nbsp; Or that he frightened her?&nbsp; Surely not.&nbsp; Perhaps he was afraid of wasting her time, even though he looked as if he was about to drop from exhaustion.<br><br>Her eyes bright with curiosity, she shifted herself between him and the door, smiling up at him.&nbsp; "Please stay.&nbsp; Just for a little while, if you must go.&nbsp; A blink of an eye and he disappeared...perhaps he was only shy?&nbsp; I won't have you go on an empty stomach with no rest.&nbsp; Let me help you."
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				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>04-01-2015, 02:45:43</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>She reaches out and touches his arm once more, startling him into pausing.&nbsp; There's something in her touch that holds him.&nbsp; Something that says that there is a reason for him to be here in this house.&nbsp; And her looks at her again, trying to discern if she is ever aware of the power of her touch.&nbsp; She has none of the trappings of a witch or oracle.&nbsp; And while she is indeed a beautiful woman, she seems of no great need to lure a man into her house, for ill or good.&nbsp; But then she sees the great stag, which makes her special indeed, and she is very convincing. As she smiles up at him.<br><br><em>"Please stay.&nbsp; Just for a little while, if you must go.&nbsp; A blink of an eye and he disappeared...perhaps he was only shy?&nbsp; I won't have you go on an empty stomach with no rest.&nbsp; Let me help you."</em><br><br>For all he knows, she could think that he was demented and simply take pity upon him.&nbsp; But she seems a bit too earnest for that.&nbsp; And in truth he finds something compelling about her, even if it is only the fact that they share a mystery.&nbsp; So it appears that he may have come to the right place.&nbsp; Certainly he is in no condition to turn down a good meal, nor of any inclination to deny the company of an attractive woman … even if she is merely curious.&nbsp; So he nods.<br><br>"Aye mistress, since ye put it that way I'll stay for dinner.&nbsp; Ye have a kind heart ye do, and I be much obliged.&nbsp; I could use to rest my feet ... <br><br>"… But if I can be of help, in any way, just sing out."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-01-2015, 00:15:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>It was only a small victory, but she could hardly fathom why she felt it so.&nbsp; But still, the little jolt of happiness hit her and she scooped up her pails once more and nudged him gently with her hip.&nbsp; The encouraging smile turned a bit mischievous as she raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; Captivating as he might be to the mind full of questions whirling in her head, she had work to do.<br><br>"Rest yourself...I've only to fill the kettle outside and I will return."&nbsp; She was strangely as loathe to leave him alone as she was to remove herself from the seeming enchanted wood earlier, but with dye to set, it would be a long day of chasing light if she did not begin.&nbsp; With that edifying thought, she slipped from the cottage's doorway and headed back toward the river to fill the buckets and trudge back up the hill once more as the water sloshed here and there to splash at her sides.&nbsp; Settling one of the buckets at her side, she hefted the other up to pour it slowly into the large vat, followed by the second that poured a bit sloppily, be it due to wet hands or wandering thoughts, she winced at herself as she set the pails aside.&nbsp; Humming a soft tune that made itself up as it went along, she stoked the fire under it and added split hickory logs to the sputtering flames into sparks as she worked.&nbsp; Satisfied that the fire could manage itself, she caught up the buckets by their rope handles and ducked back into her home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>30-01-2015, 13:39:21</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>She seems genuinely pleased that he isn't going even though he is a total stranger to her.&nbsp; She even nudges him a bit&nbsp; with her hip in passing and gives him a mischievous smile.&nbsp; There is a voice in the back of his head that suggests that she is flirting with him, but that doesn't make any sense to him.&nbsp; But perhaps he is simply a curiosity to her, or mayhap it is that the two of them have both seen the white stag and she simply wonders what else that means and has nobody else to ask.<br><br>It's not that he minds, of course; she's a very attractive woman and she's made him welcome in her home, something that's not happened to him in recent memory.&nbsp; Of course his recent memory is all he has, and he cant remember anything other than his time chasing the great stag.&nbsp; It's almost as if he never had another purpose to his life though he knows that he must have.&nbsp; <br><br>He can hear her humming outside and pouring her water, very intent upon her work.&nbsp; When she returns to the house, her dress is wet enough to cling to her form in a provocative fashion that makes him wonder how long it's been since he had a woman ... or a woman had even looked his way.&nbsp; But that line of thought could quickly wear out his welcome here … or it could if he could even keep his eyes open.&nbsp; He feels like he's in a bit of a fog and seeing phantoms, first the white stag, and then the woman, who looks even more appealing.&nbsp; There's a great bonfire at one point, and at another it almost feels like he is the white stag himself, looking out at himself and the woman, then starting and leaping off into the woods again.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>That's when he himself starts and realizes that he 's been nodding off in the chair.&nbsp; He's not sure when he slept last, nor even if he's awake now.&nbsp; But his eyes and tongue seem to be awake enough as he looks at the woman, and he's visibly aroused.&nbsp; Even with his blurry vision, one thing is obvious to him, enough so to compel him to speak.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>"Ye be beauteous mistress, even carrying buckets, and ye're wonderful kind to strangers …"&nbsp; <br><br>If there is more he had in mind to say, it's lost when he nods off again in the chair. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>23-02-2015, 20:19:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>A strange soul, indeed, as she only caught half a snip of his words before he nodded off once again.&nbsp; Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.&nbsp; Light on her feet, she brought down her mortar and pestle from a high shelf to the table before lifting her eyes to the rafters and the rows of dried plants hanging there.&nbsp; Almost too fragile, the bundle of flowers she brought down shed a few dried blossoms to the floor as she began grinding the blossoms, the movement so natural to her, her gaze strayed to watch the sleeping man.<br><br>Where had he come from, in the strange morning she'd had?&nbsp; She walked the wood every morning for new and interesting things, but never had she encountered a man in the morning mists, nor had she ever encountered such a mysterious or bold stag, so unmoving and majestic in her presence.&nbsp; Her brow creased in thought, before she tore her attention away, her hands necessarily busying themselves with preparing the blossoms for dye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>05-03-2015, 20:00:02</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>He would have smiled, had he caught her soft sigh and the twinkle of amusement in her eyes.&nbsp; It had been a fair amount of time since he'd see any sign of favor in the eyes of a woman, or even kept company with one long enough for glances to be exchanged, but conscious thought is soon left behind as he swiftly sinks into dream.&nbsp; <br><br>They are back in the clearing again the both of them, as well as the stag.&nbsp; But this time the stag doesn't start and disappear.&nbsp; Rather it seems to fix him in the eye, and then look over toward her, as it meaning for him to approach her as eh had, though there seemed more to it than that.&nbsp; And for a moment a though seems crystal clear in his head, even if he doesn't quite understand what it means.&nbsp; His lips give voice in his sleep to his own query in return.<br><br><em>"She is the one, then? …"</em><br><br>But then the stag is gone, and with it the dream, and he slips for a while into a deeper slumber,.&nbsp; When he awakes, for whatever reason, the dream is but a vague memory, and he has no knowledge that he spoke in his sleep.&nbsp; But he feels somewhat rested, for the first time in a while, and he has not so much of an urge to race back to the woods.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-04-2015, 21:52:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>As dawn broke on the horizon, it found Isabel at the water's edge, elbow deep in rushing water as she held lengths of spin fiber under the water to soak it, bits of detritus caught up in the current and swirling downstream as she kneaded and squeezed it, her eyes intent on the lump in her hands and its cleanliness rather than give thought to the little flashes of memory that had plagued her in the wee hours.&nbsp; No, not memories, more of dreams.<br><br>The lingering wisps of the dream clung to her, as if the foray into the forest the day before had made more of an impact on her than any other of the countless times she had ventured there over her lifetime.&nbsp; But this seemed different, from the deep-seated serenity of the stag to the strange pull that drew her to the man that had returned with her.&nbsp; That particular enigma had seemed to come to peace almost as soon as he had lit himself in her home, which had been the strangest thing, but she had done her best to work quietly around him as he had dozed at her table.&nbsp; <br><br>The dreams, however, had suggested quite a more intimate connection between them, accompanied only by the crackle of a fire and the silence particular to night.&nbsp; That she would consort so freely with someone she did not know felt strange to her, but at the same time somehow sanctioned.&nbsp; And whatever had taken her to such a thought showed no discomfort whatever in the dream, a dream only shaken by the soft mutterings in his sleep that woke her from her own drifting.<br><br>Only then did she feel self-conscious, in waking, to feel the blush on her skin and the obvious ache of arousal.&nbsp; And that was what found her at the river's edge so early, ice-cold water and work applied to her scattered mind to wash away unbidden, heated thoughts and focus it on her livelihood instead of the thoughts of the stag and the wooded, spring path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>07-04-2015, 13:28:17</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>He woke with a start, a crick in his neck from sleeping in the chair, and a painfully aroused cock in his pants.&nbsp; He'd been on the verge of … and that's where it gets confusing.&nbsp; Oh yes he knew exactly who he was with in his dream:&nbsp; the woman who's table he sits at.&nbsp; It's not exactly a surprise, as she's a beautiful woman, quite shapely, and friendly enough to touch him even though he was a stranger.&nbsp; Of course he wanted her; what man in his right mind wouldn’t.&nbsp; But the dream was more specific than that, for she wanted him as well, and the great stage was gazing down at the them beneficently as he kissed her, undressed her, and laid her down on the grass, covered her form with his own and … woke up. <br><br>He groans, and is glad that she's not in the cabin to hear him.&nbsp; Perhaps he said something in his sleep to scare her off, or at least make her want to establish a safe distance between them.&nbsp; The want he had for her wasn't at all subtle.&nbsp; She'd see it in his eyes, he's sure, or perhaps she already did.&nbsp; He should go.<br><br>Certainly he needed to visit the bushes, in any case.&nbsp; &nbsp;He likely needs a bath as well,&nbsp; but he can't very well do that if she's out by the water again.&nbsp; He should check on the great stag, as well, though immediately he knows that he doesn't need to.&nbsp; The stag will be there waiting … for them.&nbsp; He pushes that figment of dream away not wishing to follow that train of thought.<br><br>But he needs to rise, and to do something, to make himself useful, and to get rid of the pain in his neck.&nbsp; He ought to do something about the swollen cock as well or he'll have a pair of pants to wash as well.&nbsp; That brings him back to thinking of the obvious way to relieve his need, but that would require a real live woman, and an amenable one at that.&nbsp; He hasn't felt quite like this since he was a callow youth going wild eyed at any glimpse of immodesty.&nbsp; Just as quickly though the memory flees, and with it the chance of verifying his origin.&nbsp; It's simply gone.&nbsp; <br><br>He pushes himself up out of his chair gathers his bow and arrows from by the door, and he ventures out into the dawn.&nbsp; He can just make out the form of the woman bent over the water in the lingering haze, and again a surge of arousal stirs.&nbsp; But he turns the other direction instead, and heads off into the woods.&nbsp; He'd imposed too much on her hospitality already.<br><br><br>*****<br><br><br>Hours later, he returns.&nbsp; He's taken care of his needs, all but the painful one anyway, had been to the clearing, and even taken a bath of sorts.&nbsp; The great stag had been there, but literally disappeared the moment he saw it, leaving something that distinctly seemed like a sense of disapproval in his absence, like the hunter was not supposed to be there, but elsewhere.&nbsp; It didn't take much deduction to figure out where.&nbsp; Still, he had simply wandered, a bit.&nbsp; He'd killed a fat pheasant and field-dressed it, and he'd thought to pick herbs for her dyes, except he had no knowledge of which plants to find, so he finally settled on simply a handful of the prettiest flowers he could find … given that he knew he was going back to her.&nbsp; It was where he was supposed to be. <br><br>By the time he got to her cottage, the sunlight cast long shadows and there was none to be seen by the water, though he could see smoke coming from the chimney of the cottage.&nbsp; He knocked quietly on her door, flowers in his other hand and the pheasant hanging from his belt.&nbsp; And he hoped he'd not worn out his welcome.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 05:48:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>The smell of baking bread filled the cottage as much as her disjointed humming, the sound more to keep her company than to string along a tune as she worked, her fingers picking through the clean and dry wool to ensure any detritus that had clung to her bounty during the wash that morning would be removed.&nbsp; It was enough to keep her busy until she tired and the next day would be likely more of the same until the last of the sheep had been set to pasture.&nbsp; Then the real work would begin.<br><br>The knock at the door, barely audible over the crackle of the fire, startled her, her shoulders hunching in reflex as she turned to the still closed door.&nbsp; Whoever would be stopping by this late?&nbsp; Carefully disentangling herself from the basket full of wool, she set it aside and went to open the door, her surprise and confusion lighting her features when she realized who it was.<br><br>“I...didn’t expect to see you again.&nbsp; I thought maybe you went on your way…”&nbsp; she blushed a little, but stood aside to let him in, her pulse quickening even as she tried to shut out the memory of her dreams.&nbsp; It wasn’t fair to impose upon him the dreams that were likely only the product of being too long alone, but she smiled easily, trying to appear the perfect hostess to the mysterious man despite anything her dreams might try to tell her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 14:18:25</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>The scent of fresh baked bread wafted out at him the moment the door cracked open, though he had indeed sensed it before that.&nbsp; The scent of the woman was upon this place as well, and intoxicating it was.&nbsp; What right he had to think of her the way he'd been thinking, he didn't know, but he knew that he was supposed to be here, with her … assuming that he was still welcome.&nbsp; At first though, she didn't look all that pleased to see him again, and certainly surprised that she did.&nbsp; <br><br><br><em>“I...didn’t expect to see you again.&nbsp; I thought maybe you went on your way…”</em><br><br>It's an understandable response, he thinks, though he's not sure why he thinks it.&nbsp; But she stands aside to let him enter, and she has a flush on her face as she does.&nbsp; Its only when the easy smile joins it that he feels welcome, and that's when he remembers the flowers and the pheasant.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I brought these for you, though I know none of their virtues besides being pretty.&nbsp; And I brought a pheasant for your spit."</em><br><br>This close to her, the urge to touch her is almost overwhelming, and the groin of his pants tightens as he remembers his dreams.&nbsp; So it's lucky that both of his hands are full, though he can't quite hide the desire in his eyes, even though he makes no move to address it.&nbsp; He's here on hospitality, after all, not invitation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 06:31:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>“Oh, but aren’t you a dear for it.&nbsp; I suppose the room needs a little brightening, doesn’t it?”&nbsp; Indeed, the thought hadn’t occurred to her to use flowers for anything but dyes and medicinals, but the bouquet of wildflowers he’d presented her was cheerful and pretty enough, as he’d said.&nbsp; Reaching out, she grasped the stem of flowers, her fingers brushing his as she did, she stifled a quiet gasp as the blush on her cheeks brightened itself, before she managed to calm herself.&nbsp; Even at that, she barely managed to catch up the pheasant without the difficulties of an addled mind.<br><br>She looked up at him for the briefest of moments, trying to puzzle the make of him as her heart thudded in her chest wildly, her pulse so very likely visible at her throat, even despite trying to calm down.&nbsp; Taking a step away from him, despite the flash of vision in her mind of a lover’s tryst, she managed to fully grasp the flowers and the brace at the pheasant’s feet and pull away.&nbsp; How could she even manage the thought of the alluring embrace with this stranger, when there was so much to do?<br><br>Her smile lit up her face and eyes like the sun as she put herself to rights, her eyes quickly darting away for a container for the flowers, her gentle touch laying the pheasant by on the table.&nbsp; “Please come rest.&nbsp; You seem to have been about all day, caring for me, and I’m embarrassed to say I’ve nothing to give in return…”<br><br>But her mind turned to contradict her, her cheeks red and eyes bright, even as she reached for a pitcher on a high shelf, the seams of her gown straining a bit along her torso in wear she was scarcely aware of.&nbsp; Anything to keep her mind from thoughts and dreams so indecent she’d not consciously bring them up if she could at all help it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>03-08-2015, 11:30:45</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div><em>“Oh, but aren’t you a dear for it.&nbsp; I suppose the room needs a little brightening, doesn’t it?”</em><br><br>If she's still not sure about his presence, the flowers give him welcome enough for dinner.&nbsp; Though her words bring a slight up lift of the corners of his mouth.<br><br>In truth, the room needs no brightening with her in it, but he doesn't have the words to say that, nor the inclination toward idle flirtation.&nbsp; Rather, he is a man to let his actions do this talking, and occasionally his eyes, as they do now.&nbsp; She's a kind woman, and friendly to this stranger in her home, despite how disreputable he looks.&nbsp; And being in her presence his arousal doesn't fade much, especially when flashes of the dreams come to mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps that is why she steps away from him after looking into his eyes, and the reason her pulse races visibly in her neck, like that of a frightened rabbit.&nbsp; But she takes the flowers readily enough, and the pheasant as well. <br><br>And once she moves a bit away from the danger likely all too evident in him, she smiles and her eyes brighten.&nbsp; There's an interest there, for she seems not the type for coquettery.&nbsp; There is a sincerity to her that appeals to him.<br><br><em>“Please come rest.&nbsp; You seem to have been about all day, caring for me, and I’m embarrassed to say I’ve nothing to give in return…” </em> <br><br>The gentle lie of her words is in her cheeks and her bright eyes.&nbsp; She has something to give him, and he suspects that he wouldn't have to do much more than reach out and take it.&nbsp; She, like he, has been too much alone, and his dreams are in her eyes.&nbsp; As she reaches for a pitcher on a high shelf, the profile of her shapely body is all to evident beneath the taut material of her gown.&nbsp; And as he reaches over her shoulder to get it for her, it is all he can do not to pull her to him as they stand there.&nbsp; As it is, he brushes against her back as he captures the pitcher just out of her reach.&nbsp; He presses it into her hand as he speaks, his voice a gentle growl in her ear.<br><br>"Ye offer me welcome and shelter in yer home, rest and the trust to leave me here alone, which few would to … and ye do nay shrink from what ye see in my eyes."<br><br>That she also shares his dreams, he leaves unsaid.&nbsp; He's likely frightening enough as it is.&nbsp; And while he wants her, he wants her with the smile on her face and the brightness of eye she's shown him.&nbsp; She offers more than she knows already, but a home cooked dinner would be nice.&nbsp; The rest can wait a while longer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 20:03:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>The blush that lit her cheeks with crimson flame could not be helped, nor did she shy away this time, her back resting almost easily against his chest as he brought down the pitcher that would have surely smashed to bits had she managed to reach it on her own.&nbsp; As if it were normal, every day, ordained.&nbsp; Cradling the pitcher easily against her bosom, she managed to place the flowers inside it, peeking their happy colors and faces peeking at the end of their stems, a few brushing against her neck as she looked up into his eyes, those eyes he said were full of dreams.<br><br>Or he didn't, but that was what her mind told her.&nbsp; His dreams and hers were the same, of that she could be certain, otherwise he would have not returned.&nbsp; Perhaps that was why she was so easy in his presence, and certainly as close as they were.&nbsp; Surely, she imagined, the charge in the air about them could scarcely be a mistake, and the scent of the greenwood caught at her again, the flicker of the dream as quickly gone from her sight as the bright green that had accosted her for a split second.&nbsp; It took everything within her will to not turn and burrow herself against his torso, for the thought and feeling was sure to have originated with his being, and she was even more put upon to not give in to the desires the dreams so wanted of her.<br><br>Supper.<br><br>He had to be famished with his journeying, and she could not be so intemperate a hostess as to not at least give him a warm meal in thanks for his care.&nbsp; Even if some nights it was not her custom to eat a meal, and the fleeting, cloying thought that buzzed in her mind like a pesky fly that perhaps other forms of nourishment would be more welcome for them both than simply food at table.<br><br>Still, she was loathe to pull away, so she did not, nor did she look away, her voice soft when she finally managed to speak once more, "I should dress the bird..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>21-10-2015, 02:58:04</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>He can see the blush that spreads to the side of her cheek, but she doesn't move away from his chest pressed against her back.&nbsp; Actually she seems comfortable leaning there, and when she turns to look up into his eyes as she puts the flowers in the pitcher, his pulse begins to race.&nbsp; They are strangers to each other, if he is the stranger of the two, even to himself.&nbsp; But it is as if she sees into the core of him, and into his dreams.<br><br>There is a pull to her eyes, and to herself as well, that is undeniable.&nbsp; Indeed, his own focus blurs everywhere around her.&nbsp; There is temptation in her eyes, not seduction but simply desire to match his own, and supper seems far away and not to matter much.&nbsp; Even as she speaks to him, she doesn't move away or even look away, and her voice is very soft.<br><br><em>"I should dress the bird..."</em><br><br>The bird is field-dressed and can wait, but he doesn't say that or anything else with words.&nbsp; Rather he takes the pitcher from her hand again and into his, holding her loosely in the circle of his arms for now, as he leans down and kisses her lips … hungrily ... with a desire that speaks louder than any words.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 05:10:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>Only the soft thunk of the earthen pitcher set on the table seemed to register in her mind as a faraway thing, separate and unworldly, from the thudding of her heart and the insatiable lips that had descended on hers seeking quarter.&nbsp; Where his grip about her was gentle and left room to be wriggled out of, she supposed, her grip, or that of the arm that snaked its way to loop over the back of his neck, was not near as forgiving, holding him close.&nbsp; It was her lips that were unsure and seeking, experimental and light against his, despite the surety in her very blood that nothing would run afoul of them.<br><br>Her practical mind, full of protests, had been silenced by his kiss and only that practicality kept her from twisting out of his grasp now.&nbsp; Or maybe it was something much more than practicality, her free hand encouraging his to explore as she tucked against him soundly.&nbsp; Her breath catching slightly, she pushed up onto her toes to reach him better, her kiss mellowing into the fire of the kiss to match his hunger.&nbsp; The blue waters in his eyes stirred her to action, so like those of the shores where she’d been born, unlike the shores of the stream the lived by now...that had been long ago…&nbsp; No, this man reminded her of now, not a childhood long ago, and the blood that sang in her veins.<br><br>Smiling in the kiss almost shyly, she gently broke away, her eyes questioning but also lit with a fleeting humor that was easy to miss.&nbsp; Her voice barely above a whisper, she blushed, managing breathlessly,&nbsp; “Perhaps we both seek something a bit more satisfying than a pheasant in a pot…?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>25-11-2015, 11:08:11</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>The pitcher with the flowers in it makes it to the table, not through some act of volition but rather in order to have nothing in his arms and hands but her.&nbsp; His kiss had confirmed her matching need, and she was suddenly on her toes with body pressed against him, and her hand drawing one of his hands to her heart, which he could feel pounding.&nbsp; There was no hiding his own arousal any further, nor stopping his hand from cupping her breast and rubbing at it's nipple.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The want for her in him is a fierce and demanding thing, but the light in her eyes and the smile on her face remind him, that he is not the beast of his desire, but yet wanted in the way of men and women still.&nbsp; And the humor in her voice as she pulls away draws his eyes again to the beauty of her face all lit up with a smile.&nbsp; He is indeed welcome here, and needed as well, it seems to say, even as she blushes.&nbsp; Her voice is breathless, but somewhat more subtle.<br><em><br>“Perhaps we both seek something a bit more satisfying than a pheasant in a pot…?”</em><br><br>His vision clears a bit then, as if returning from far away.&nbsp; His eyes still hold only her, though his tongue becomes untied, as he sets the pheasant on the table as well.<br><br>"I hunger only for ye ..."<br><br>Then his hands are on the fastenings of her clothing, seeking her fair flesh, and his lips upon her face and then the pulse on her neck, with no further thought flowers, pheasant, nor of how or why their attraction is so fierce.&nbsp; There is only the need for her, and his eyes considering the nearest likely place to have her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>28-12-2015, 20:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br><em>”I hunger only for ye…”</em><br><br>His simple statement seemed a fleeting thing before his hands and lips descended on her flesh, a shiver of desire breaking unbidden in her frame as her own fingers tugged at his tunic and she arched her neck so as to not impede him.&nbsp; Something within her said she would never intend to do so, the blood in her veins singing with want.<br><br>She wanted his hands on her, an inexplicable desire that she deemed herself powerless to defend against, even if it was in her power to refuse, her hand catching his again to hold against her breast as her free hand caressed his manhood through his breeches.&nbsp; It was a bold move, but her heart thudded in her chest and her eyes spoke more than she was sure she could manage.<br><br>“And I you...I <em>need</em> you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>08-01-2016, 07:30:25</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>Just as he didn't stop an think about the implications of telling her he wanted her so boldly, neither did he think much on the fact that she seemed to want him as well.&nbsp; It was almost like it wasn't really the Great Stag that he was looking for but her, but it wasn't that simple either, and he was filled with too much want to thing.&nbsp; He'd spent too much time tracking the Great Stag from one unknown place to another to not want intensely a place for him to belong or someone for him to belong with.&nbsp; That's exactly what he is feeling right now and there is no sense at all in him of the Great Stag to be moving on.&nbsp; And ….&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>“And I you...I need you.”</em><br><br>It was as simple as just that, and twp pairs of hands tugging at clothing to find flesh.&nbsp; This time when she pulls his hand ot her breast, it is bare flesh that he touches, even as his lips suck at the pounding pulse in her neck.&nbsp; His rough fingers move back and forth over her nipple, and his other is busy undoing his pants for her to grasp him by the flesh as well.&nbsp; His lips continue right on down her neck to her other nipple, and once his swollen cock is freed, his hand is pulling up on the skirts of her dress.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 22:40:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>Needy fingers caressed his flesh as he tugged at her skirts, his fiery lips intent on her flesh.&nbsp; Indeed, with her blood insisting on his ever closer touch, exactly <em>where</em> didn’t much matter anymore either.&nbsp; Just the feel of flesh on flesh or flesh in flesh, and her hands were as insistent as his, grasping the fabric of her skirts and gently questing for where he might alight.&nbsp; Gentle fingers found her quarry and her other hand almost trembling around him.&nbsp; Carefully shifting, she drew his free hand to feel the wetness between her thighs as she pressed closer to him,&nbsp; her need of him trembling her body like the strings of a lute.&nbsp; <br><br>Groaning with the restraint to not force him within, she withdrew her skirts to her waist to show him herself, a bold move for the woman that normally stayed apart from everyone, but the blatant desire in her eyes for him said everything she could fathom wanting as she found herself caressing the length of him from root to tip as any lover might.<br><br>“You see?”&nbsp; She said softly, the tremble of need in her voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>14-02-2016, 16:54:52</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>I was a strange thing, not strange that he wanted her so much, nor even that she wanted him as well, though that was a wonder.&nbsp; No, he could see the same visceral need in her eyes as must be in his own, and perhaps the same compulsion&nbsp; that he found in himself.&nbsp; What was unusual was that he was fighting the basic instincts in himself, the same instincts that had scoffed at him bringing flowers to her. <br><br>Oh he wanted her as badly as the beast within him, but he also wanted her shy smile, her gentle generosity, and her open welcome to her home.&nbsp; And they had looked with favor upon each other before the beast ever stirred in his loins.&nbsp; There was to be no shy courtship, not now, but something still stirred in him that was not the raging desire within.<br><br>She looks with favor upon him now as well, despite he tremble in her body, and her words are soft as she lifts her skirts and offers herself and her desire fully.<br><br><em>“You see?”</em><br><br>The table is right there to lift her onto, or even simply bend her over.&nbsp; He looks down, and all but groans with need.&nbsp; And when he looks up to her eyes he offers her the same desire from him though he lifts a hand to her cheek in caress, as he speaks.&nbsp; His voice is caught somewhere between feral growl and something softer.<br><br>"I see, and I want … all of ye …"<br><br>Then he kisses her fiercely as he turns her and backs her one step to the wall, where he lifts one of her legs up to his hip, and thrusts into her hard and fast, with all the need for her within him.<br><br>… while the flowers and vase remain safe on the table, even as the wall shakes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>22-05-2016, 06:01:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a389/bijou1893/sophia.jpg)</div><strong><em>Isabel</em></strong><br><br>His thrust found her groaning into their fiery kiss, her leg tightening around his hip as she sought to delve him deeper into her, as if his lighting were home for her, as insistent cresting of her hips against his encouraging and enveloping.&nbsp; In truth, her hunger was difficult to plumb, surely especially with a stranger such as he.&nbsp; No one had seen her passion like this, though she had pleased a few men before.&nbsp; This man knew in an instant what her heart spoke as if it was fate...this unknown man.&nbsp; Perhaps the gods had seen how lonely she had become, and had sent her to find her own remedy in the forest, as she had so often found the remedies and needs of others at market.<br><br>But this one was different, as they lit fires within themselves, her legs both trembling as they crashed together like seawater on rock, taking and giving, her ears ringing with their heavy breaths.&nbsp; Breaking the kiss, she ventured to nip at his neck, latching hungrily to mark there with a kiss, her fingers twining in his hair.&nbsp; With nothing to prevent her, she allowed herself no guard, her need laid bare to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Lady of the May [Geraint and Daylily]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geraint</strong> on <strong>30-05-2016, 05:01:08</strong>
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				<strong>The Hunter</strong><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Geraint_The_Great_Hunter_Av.jpg)</div>To his knowledge, he had never been an impatient or impetuous man, though he supposed that chasing the great stag from one forest to another&nbsp; would certainly fit the latter … if there were any but she to notice.&nbsp; Yes, he knew that she lived on the edge of a village, and that there must have been villagers around.&nbsp; But from the start she had been the only one he saw, in the same way that the Great stag was the only one he saw, except to&nbsp; tend to his survival.&nbsp; <br><br>How or why he knew so instinctively that she was vital to him he didn't know, but he could see the same in her eyes as in his own.&nbsp; So it wasn't coincidence that brought him here, not that it made any difference at all.&nbsp; He didn't have a lot of capacity for thought at the moment but he knew that she had seen the great stag as well.&nbsp; And if they were indeed the only ones who had seen him, then they belonged together and were perhaps part of some greater plan.&nbsp; <br><br>It was hard to get beyond the fact that she was everything that he can ever remember wanting, and his need for her was desperate, not for just how he fit between her loins, but also for the recognition in their eyes of each other, and the softness of their kisses.&nbsp; He had found his home in this woman, if not necessarily in this place, and he doubted that she would naysay it.&nbsp; It was almost as if he had been alone all of his life so that he could find her.<br><br>Beyond that thought, there was no thinking at al, only the thrusts of his need that were met in active welcome by the rocking of her need against him.&nbsp; They were both breathing heavily and his hands pawing at her breasts,&nbsp; pulling and pinching at her nipples with each thruse.&nbsp; She bit at his neck and he nipped at her near side ear, each of them marking a claim on the other.&nbsp; Herr fingers were in&nbsp; his hair as he could feel desire coming to a boil in his groin and his bollocks swelling taut in their sac. <br><br>His kisses became more heated then and and his thrusts harder and deeper, his hands doing their best to draw her with him as his cock began to throb win in her.<br>
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