Luna's Haven~closed save for invitees.

[Luna_Wolf72]

Glad of his solid presence beside me, I lead him into the cabin proper and settle with him on my couch. The fire crackles merrily and, from upstairs, I hear the whimper whine of Gray as he searches for bunnies in his dreams.

"The idea isn't concerning the thread, not really. It concerns the proper introduction, the prologue of our story. I wanted to do something that would set the scene for us, introduce my character in a way that made the Summerlands seem like they are easily found by the RIGHT types of minds.

No worries, once I finish hammering it out, you will read it...and tell me what you think."

My head rests easily under his arm, my voice, soft, husky in the near silence. I am very happy to see him.

 

[Erlind]

"True, I will. When this will happen may be under debate. I won't be here much longer." I hate to leave, but I'm already quite tired. For now though, its comforting to have Luna held against me. While she can be quite aggressive sometimes, its surprising how calming she can be too.

"Establishing the way things work in fantasy is very important to the story. It tends to change and add to the mood, and can end up being important to the plot sometimes too." I shake my head once I've finished talking. I feel like I'm thinking too hard about this when I should just wait to see what Luna has for me.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I smile, nodding as I hear his voice. There are echoes of tiredness beneath the huskiness and I know that his bed is yelling for him, loudly. Stretching, just a bit, I brush another kiss along his jawline before easing myself away.

"I know and because you are such a good writer and the idea is so fresh...I want it to be as good as I can make it. "

A momentary silence and then I rise, reaching down to take his larger hand in my own.

"I will see you to the edge of my woods. The night is fraught with dangers and my woods are very eerie in the dark. Go rest, sweet man. I will be here on the morrow, hopefully with something worth reading."

 

[Erlind]

Another person telling me that I need my sleep. I can't ignore all of them. As we walk out to the forest's edge I admit something strange.

"I hate sleeping." I let the words hang in the quiet night air for a moment and then continue as if they were never spoken.

"I will read it tomorrow then. Sleep well Luna, I know I will." I can almost feel the dangers she spoke of around us. Its one of those nights I wouldn't mind letting one of them try to take me. Instead though I cross over into the parts of the darkness familiar to me and am gone.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

In an eye blink, I have returned to my haven and resumed my place at the desk, my fingers skimming the keys as I hammer out ideas. I am glad that Erlind had come to cuddle and am now ready to stop for the night. I am all caught up....and the rest can wait til morning.

 

[choklatekoneko]

Crawls through the forest, her mind confused. Taking a break for a moment from the RW. She sniffs, smiling softly. She needed a new home. For now, she walks, smiling as she passes the Haven.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Head aches. Body thrums in phantom pain, miming the beat of her heart. Nothing is going like she planned. Nothing makes her feel better. No words, no nothing, just darkness, bleakness. she can't concentrate, can't breathe...can't do much of anything but fake like she is fine and hope that it becomes a reality, sooner rather than later.

 

[Erlind]

Something is wrong, or at the very least not right. I'm not sure why or what, but I've learned to trust my instincts in these situations. Tonight is a much quicker trip through the wood, I'm feeling much better.

I approach the haven a catch a glimpse of Luna inside. For once she hasn't caught wind of me before I announce myself. While a rare opportunity, it also means she must not be feeling well.

Quietly, I ease the front door open and lean against the frame.

"You're losing you're edge, Luna. Bad night?"

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Turning once, sharply. Head up, eyes dull...copper instead golden brown, face blank. The hint of healthy male hits my nose and I try to force a smile past the ice I feel in my chest, in my brain.

"Hello Erlind. Am feeling badly today, mental fugue, distress, I guess....am also working on something to post here for you...an opening...of sorts. A description of the Summerlands."

 

[Sasha25]

*seeing Erlind has gotten her first, I hang back, since Luna is writing, but leaving a note that says I'll be in my space, if she wishes a little pampering*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Summer lands

There is a place that is NOT a place, more of a feeling. It is there~ where everything is a faded shade of bright, like old forgotten tinsel, that one can find just about anything, if they know the right words, the right steps, the right code. It is there, in the Summer lands, that one can find their heart's desire or... if not that...as close an approximation as can be bought, traded, sold.

It is not the mortal sphere. The colors, even the brightest ones, are muted, almost a representation and not the real thing. The trees look like paintings, the moon never goes beyond the sickle phase~always waxing, never waning~and the sun does not come up over the horizon. This is not to say that beauty can not be found or that the rich tapestry of court life gives little joy. That would be an unfair statement, in any way one can think of.

But the Summer lands are not located in the physical realm, nor are they easily obtained. A person has to need them, believe that they are there, be consumed with a desire to see them, obsessed with the idea. Beyond obsession. They have to KNOW without doubt that the next turning~widdershins, at the dark of the moon~will lead them to the right door, the right place. And then? They have to make that turning.

In the higher courts, the better Fae mounds, those places Titania and Oberon grace with their presence from time to time? The fantasy is as realistic as those of unending beauty can make it. The colors are almost as rich, almost as varied, as in the mortal realm. The wind sighs, the trees rustle, move, bend. It is not like that in the poorer places, the ones almost completely removed from mortal imagination but even those have their own ethereal beauty.

This Sidhe is one of those.

(break)....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

The Summer lands (continued)

This Fae mound is located in the back of the beyond, a small wood on a lonely mountain, located far from the usual haunts of civilization. What that means is there hasn't been human contact in forever and the colors, the imagination, the rich tapestry that makes life worth living has all but fled.

The fields never gain a green hue, the sky never has a sliver of light, the trees look more like sketches done by a heavy hand. Even the small court located here contains only a few of the Sidhe. Most others have traveled on, to other spaces, to richer pickings, to a more congenial environment. Those who stay here? They do so for sheer cussed stupidity or blindness to the fact this mound, these Fae, are fading, dying, leaving, going...and once the last bit of imagination has gone...the belief faded? The mound, their home, shall fade into the mist, never to return.

Misty WinterRose understands it but, as the youngest of the Sidhe, there isn't much she can do. One of the small court of the Fae, a princess of flowers, almost a dryad in her make-up, she doesn't require the belief of humans as others do. She doesn't feed on their emotions, nor require their knowledge. She is a nature sprite and proud. It is probably THIS very pride that caused her fall.

 

[Erlind]

Trancelike distraction carries me away for a time without meaning for it to. I shake my head returning to Luna’s haven.

“I picked a poor time on my end to appear. I apologize for my inattentiveness. Your description of the Summer Lands is … damn it, I can’t find the word for it. I love it suffice it to say and its finally got the gears in my mind grinding in all the right ways.”

I sit down next to Luna, close enough so we can feel the warmth of each other’s bodies. “Anything I can do for you? Tea? Massage? Something else?” I know this is her home and if she needs something she could get it, but I want to help. Especially after making her wait for me like I did.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I curl up next to him, a ghost smile attempting to mar the sadness of my face

"No matter, I have been flitting hither and yon while rewording that piece...until it flowed the way I wanted. It is close to what I want, now....as for what you can do, Sirrah. Not much. I am here and I am quietly pleased that you are here as well..."

Silence.

"Have I missed anything in that initial description, some little thing you would want there?"

Head moves to rest on his shoulder, dark curls burnished with red, touch his chin...small hand enfolds his larger one and grips as if my life depends upon the contact.

 

[Erlind]

"I keep reading it over, back and forth. I feel like I'm looking for something in it, but I can't quite find it. Maybe that's just the feel I'm getting from it though. Everything about the Summer Lands is eerily beautiful. I think what is missing is that my mind is now racing to create someone who would want to go there. Jumping back and forth between self taught and turned away from a mentor. Seeking the kind of art he creates ...," I let my rambling trail off as I realize I could easily go on forever. Its a bad habit of mine to go on and on for hours if someone doesn't stop me, or I don't stop me.

I smile softly. She doesn't want to seem as vulnerable as she feels right now, I can tell. I'm glad I can be some comfort to her.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A slight nod.

"i wanted it to feel like a dream, something not quite real. So the way it's written is like a sequence of feelings, not sights nor sounds. I wanted to make it something more than Faery lore, something more than the Celtic ideal. Turn it into something that fits the belief (or lack thereof) of the now."

A sigh.

"in the RW, I am falling apart and I am not doing so good, even here...so I will fade for a bit. I will see you soon, speak to you more about it when I can focus, when I am not wrecked, when i am not hurting."

A soft kiss on a smooth cheek and then i fade away...to the RW and my lonely bed...with no one there to yell or hold me...

 

[Erlind]

I wish I could have offered her more, but there are limits here the RW doesn't have.

"Dream good dreams." I don't know if she's there enough to hear me or not. She deserves some real rest and I hope she finds it. I leave the haven quietly. I pet Grayfang for a moment before walking out the door. He seems oddly quiet with Luna gone. The door locks behind me and I leave the wood. I hope to see her soon, but it is a selfish hope.

 

[Avellan13]

I walk up to the door, hoping that Luna is home, and knock. I haven't seen, nor heard form her in a while, nor anyone else really for that matter. I hope she is allowing visitors.

 

[dragonrazor]

*slips up to the porch, leaving a goodie basket for the vulf, to make up for not having been allowed more than a few minutes a day if even that on the computer* And it's not likely to get any better this month....

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

I return from the Real World, my depression abated, the migraine that dogged my steps for over 24 hours gone. I make my way through the woods, my eyes alight with pleasure. In the distance I hear birds, the lilting of wind and trees. Finally, I reach the clearing and my cabin.

Small fingers dismiss the wards and Gray dashes out to greet me. Poor guy. I had left him alone for far too long.

Bad! Big Wolf, bad! Lonely. I was. You stay!

None of that is untrue and little pup won't understand being human and hurting. I don't make excuses, I just acknowledge his anger, pick him up, cuddle him and agree. Soon enough, I am inside, ensconced my couch and debating owed posts.

Monika is due, as is Abbie, I think. The rest is all caught up.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Slow music. I am in the mood for it. Some Aaliyah.

Age Ain't Nothing But a Number

Stands up, starts singing, hips rocking...Gray yips...

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Are You That Somebody

More Aaliyah...singing louder, moving to my front porch, eyes looking into the distance...

 

[Erlind]

Hearing the song and seeing the dance I emerge from the wood to see Luna back the way she should be.

I walk up to lean against the porch and look up at her swaying form.

"I like it," I tell her, refusing to specify 'it'.

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A wicked grin as the music turns off and my hips stop their infernal shimmying...

"Do you now? How are you? Come to sit for a spell?"

 

[Erlind]

"Of course."

I hop the railing and then fall back into the porch swing. A little magic goes a long way when used with subtlety, so I keep from causing any damage as I show off.

"I can't complain too much. I've had plenty of time to read and play my games. I need to put a little more effort into writing than I have been. With what you showed me the other day I have a long post swirling in my head, but I haven't put any of it down on paper yet. I need to."

I smile at the wolf, eying her up and down. "You seem more yourself."