9-14-02
A small figure sat huddled in a blanket. From
behind, one might think a child sat there, or given the fantastic surroundings
of Underhill, an oversized, wingless faery. Upon closer examination, however,
one would find a very tiny, delicately statured young woman. The copper and red
highlighted brown hair fell, full with loose curles to slender shoulders under
the blanket as contemplative grey eyes gazed over the primeval forest outside
her window.
The webbed sheilds Aidan had cast over both Kevley's mannor and the villiage
sparkled gold amidst the silver twinkling of the stars. Grey eyes flickered to
blue as they rose to pay respect to the harvest moon.
"Great Goddess," she murmered in a soft voice, tone sweet, but lacking
the customary strange humor. "Through whatever change, you are my
constant." She sighed softly. "THis is a truely beautiful place, but
so different from what I'm used to. SO much magick! So few ghosts...except for
that one..." She shuddered. "I've come up against stronger, and
dirtier, I guess...but this one...this one had such greed...it's hard to believe
that anything like that could ever exist in the first place..." She
squeezed her eyes shut. "Even after bathing and Cleansing myself, I can
still feel him. If I could get among nature and the power there, I could finally
rid myself of him...I still need to find a way to repay this kindness...guess
something will get figured out..."
Her eyes, when opened next, were gold. She hummed softly and gazed at the
sheilding again. She sent her own silvered power to compliment Aidan's and
strengthen the web even more.