My love has wings
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*NotoriusDave
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My love has wings,
slender feathered things,
with grace, and upswept curve,
and tapered tips.
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The words of a dimly remembered poem were running through his mind as he strolled the grand market of Sigil, the City of Doors, locally known as “The Cage”. He was looking for something very specific. It was to be a ring, but not just any ring. He had very specific properties in mind. No, not just any ring; that would never do. Lia deserved nothing but the best. He had found a few that had some of what he was looking for, but none were speaking to his soul, as he somehow knew it should.
He had been trolling from stall to stall, examining each merchantÂ’s offerings carefully, all with a large grin on his face. He just could not stop grinning. He felt like he was levitating across the market. All the while, the half forgotten poem tickled his senses with a slow and sensuous ease. He knew why. He could still remember the day he had first heard the words, and who he was looking at that very moment.
As a young student of the Elven Master storyteller, he was sitting under a large tree with the other students as the Master wove his wordcraft. That day it was a poem that evoked feelings of yearning and true love. As the masterÂ’s voice brought forward word-images in their minds, Travans gaze had cast about and come to rest on one particular Elf. As the words that now echoed in his mind were first revealed to him, he remembered looking at Lia Sali, there in front of him.
Now, many years later, his newly professed love had been answered in kind by that same natural beauty. Lia was all he could think of since his proclamation of love the previous evening, Lia, who loved him as he loved her. She deserved nothing but the best in protection as well as elegance. And still there were the words of the poem returning to the edge of his conscious to remind him of how far he had come.
How strange to think of love having metaphorical wings in a place where the diversity of beings actually did run to those with exotic appendages like horns, tailsÂ… and wings.
How did it start again? Ah, yesÂ…
I lie in bliss,
surrounded by the mist,
caressing and swirling,
dissipating in the night air.
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It was a start. He will be adding the other verses here, as they solidify in his mind.
He was determined to remember the entire poem and pen it all down on the finest parchment himself. A most personal gift for Lia to realize how long he has been in love with her.
Making up his mind on one matter seemed to have provided clarity on the other as well. Reaching out to pick one ring out of many offered by this crafter he took one last good look at it. No, this would not do… but it was a start. He held the ring up for the crafter to see and he proceeded to describe what he wanted made. It was to be a ring of protection against the cold elements. But most of all, it was to be a finely crafted item of elegance and light to grace her slender fingers. It was to represent his bond of love with this amazing woman who had stolen his hart. The inscription would read: “My love has wings”.
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*NotoriusDave
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“I lie in bliss”…
The first line of the love poem heard long ago echoes in his mind. I truly do lie in bliss of late, Travan thinks. I have found someone to share my life with, someone who is as strong as I, yet in another way, a more tender soul. Sometimes I think life away from our Forest has hardened me to the point of callousness. Yet all I have to do is look at Lia and my heart melts again. I could not ask for a stronger or more reliable companion, and now I have also found the love of my life in this same person. The Verse is being awfully good to me of late. I pray to the Gods of the Forest that it will not turn on me. I need to be strong, STRONGER, for the both of us. More careful, calculating and devious to make sure we do not take on more than we can handle.
I almost lost her in the ice cave. My hart froze, my soul screamed when I saw her lifeless body lying there on the cold ice, all battered and broken. Had it not been for our friend Milan, I would not have been able to reach her in time. Thank the Gods I had a coin of life enchantment with me to help revive her. Had I not been able to pull her back from beyond the veil, I might just have had to lie down beside her and let myself freeze to her still form. I will have to work on that. I realize that it is not healthy to tie ones self to another THAT closely. There needs to be a measure of self-preservation in all of us. But I know in the deepest corner of my being that if she is to pass beyond before me, a large part of me will die. So – let me concentrate on making that possibility as remote as I can. I need to train, I need to learn, and I need to be there when she needs me. And I will.
Having pondered over it for the last number of days, Travan has finally remembered the entire poem he now associates with Lia, his soul mate. Carefully, he starts to pen the lovely words on the expensive parchment he bought for just this occasion:
“My love has wings.”
I lie in bliss,
surrounded by the mist,
Caressing and swirling,
dissipating in the night air.
The sky beckons me
as it glimpses through the trees,
Bedecked in jewel-encrusted stars
its adornment a pearl moon pair.
Arise! For lo I hear,
one who is dear.
Her sweet call entices me
to stretch out my arms so longingly.
The rustling leaves pull apart
accenting the beating of my heart,
As gracefully she moves
sliding, gliding so sensuously.
My love has wings,
slender feathered things,
with grace, and upswept curve,
and tapered tips.
Her delicate form alights,
glowing in the night,
With reverence her name
slips from my lips.
Bounded to the ground,
without another sound,
Slowly I move
into the widening, silken arms.
Her shimmering wings enfold,
what warmth, depth to behold!
My life eternally entwines
within her infinite charms.
Rising, she pulls me up
while ecstasy fills my cup.
Clinging to my alien angel,
I breathe the enticing scent of her hair.
All too soon I will lie in bliss,
once again surrounded by the mist,
Awaiting my lover's call,
sweetly singing in the night air.
The first line of the love poem heard long ago echoes in his mind. I truly do lie in bliss of late, Travan thinks. I have found someone to share my life with, someone who is as strong as I, yet in another way, a more tender soul. Sometimes I think life away from our Forest has hardened me to the point of callousness. Yet all I have to do is look at Lia and my heart melts again. I could not ask for a stronger or more reliable companion, and now I have also found the love of my life in this same person. The Verse is being awfully good to me of late. I pray to the Gods of the Forest that it will not turn on me. I need to be strong, STRONGER, for the both of us. More careful, calculating and devious to make sure we do not take on more than we can handle.
I almost lost her in the ice cave. My hart froze, my soul screamed when I saw her lifeless body lying there on the cold ice, all battered and broken. Had it not been for our friend Milan, I would not have been able to reach her in time. Thank the Gods I had a coin of life enchantment with me to help revive her. Had I not been able to pull her back from beyond the veil, I might just have had to lie down beside her and let myself freeze to her still form. I will have to work on that. I realize that it is not healthy to tie ones self to another THAT closely. There needs to be a measure of self-preservation in all of us. But I know in the deepest corner of my being that if she is to pass beyond before me, a large part of me will die. So – let me concentrate on making that possibility as remote as I can. I need to train, I need to learn, and I need to be there when she needs me. And I will.
Having pondered over it for the last number of days, Travan has finally remembered the entire poem he now associates with Lia, his soul mate. Carefully, he starts to pen the lovely words on the expensive parchment he bought for just this occasion:
“My love has wings.”
I lie in bliss,
surrounded by the mist,
Caressing and swirling,
dissipating in the night air.
The sky beckons me
as it glimpses through the trees,
Bedecked in jewel-encrusted stars
its adornment a pearl moon pair.
Arise! For lo I hear,
one who is dear.
Her sweet call entices me
to stretch out my arms so longingly.
The rustling leaves pull apart
accenting the beating of my heart,
As gracefully she moves
sliding, gliding so sensuously.
My love has wings,
slender feathered things,
with grace, and upswept curve,
and tapered tips.
Her delicate form alights,
glowing in the night,
With reverence her name
slips from my lips.
Bounded to the ground,
without another sound,
Slowly I move
into the widening, silken arms.
Her shimmering wings enfold,
what warmth, depth to behold!
My life eternally entwines
within her infinite charms.
Rising, she pulls me up
while ecstasy fills my cup.
Clinging to my alien angel,
I breathe the enticing scent of her hair.
All too soon I will lie in bliss,
once again surrounded by the mist,
Awaiting my lover's call,
sweetly singing in the night air.
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*NotoriusDave
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- Joined: Thu Jan 01, 1970 12:00 am
Our training is progressing nicely. I am amazed how well we have adapted to our new life in The Cage. I had thought when we first arrived here, that it would take some time to work our way up to standing toe-to-toe with the other denizens of the many plains we now walk. Truth is Lia and I could not have gotten as far as we have without our newfound friends. And I could not have come nearly this far without Lia by my side.
Each day I am amazed at the stamina of this remarkable woman and the motivation she spurs me to. She is an endless font of energy and light. I have found in her the will to always be on my best footing, to reach for the pot of jink at the end of the celestial rainbow.
We have progressed form hunting in the Beastlands, to cautiously venturing on the ice plain by ourselves. We learned a valuable lesson the other day about the dangers of the Orc Maze. Although we do quite well there with a modest traveling party, we are still at risk of being overrun when we try to walk the maze just the two of us. I have too much to risk to not pay close attention to these lessons. My first concern has become safeguarding my newfound soul mate. She has this tendency of wanting to be at the cutting edge (or stabbing in the case of her rapiers) of every fight. Sometimes the fierceness and bloodlust of this deceptively delicate and diminutive vision of Elven beauty still surprises me. She keeps me constantly on my toes. And I have to admit; I like it, -- a lot!
On a more personal note, I have been searching for items to lavish on Lia and have been running into obstacles. Were it not for the kindness of Miss Vanya to accompany me in my quest the other evening, I might still not have found at least one of what I was seeking.
Lia is still an unspoiled and innocent flame of life, a rare find in this increasingly callous and worldly conglomerate that is The Cage. I want nothing more than to spoil her with gifts the like of which she is not accustomed to, but so richly deserves. Many items of food, drink, or clothing others would find palatable would be an affront to my Lia, as her tastes do not run in that realm. No, I will just have to search harder or commission the local crafters to fashion her those items that will accentuate her beauty. She has no need to enhance her looks; nature and the Gods of the Forest have so richly taken care of that. Like that first day swimming in the lake as children, she still takes my breath away each day.
Each day I am amazed at the stamina of this remarkable woman and the motivation she spurs me to. She is an endless font of energy and light. I have found in her the will to always be on my best footing, to reach for the pot of jink at the end of the celestial rainbow.
We have progressed form hunting in the Beastlands, to cautiously venturing on the ice plain by ourselves. We learned a valuable lesson the other day about the dangers of the Orc Maze. Although we do quite well there with a modest traveling party, we are still at risk of being overrun when we try to walk the maze just the two of us. I have too much to risk to not pay close attention to these lessons. My first concern has become safeguarding my newfound soul mate. She has this tendency of wanting to be at the cutting edge (or stabbing in the case of her rapiers) of every fight. Sometimes the fierceness and bloodlust of this deceptively delicate and diminutive vision of Elven beauty still surprises me. She keeps me constantly on my toes. And I have to admit; I like it, -- a lot!
On a more personal note, I have been searching for items to lavish on Lia and have been running into obstacles. Were it not for the kindness of Miss Vanya to accompany me in my quest the other evening, I might still not have found at least one of what I was seeking.
Lia is still an unspoiled and innocent flame of life, a rare find in this increasingly callous and worldly conglomerate that is The Cage. I want nothing more than to spoil her with gifts the like of which she is not accustomed to, but so richly deserves. Many items of food, drink, or clothing others would find palatable would be an affront to my Lia, as her tastes do not run in that realm. No, I will just have to search harder or commission the local crafters to fashion her those items that will accentuate her beauty. She has no need to enhance her looks; nature and the Gods of the Forest have so richly taken care of that. Like that first day swimming in the lake as children, she still takes my breath away each day.