Palemoon's Wondrous Lunar Cavern

[palemoon2035]

*feeling a wonderful tingle spread from my hand up my arm. Enjoying the feel of the soft couch on my naked behind. Enjoying your hand on mine even more. Looking over as you ask me such a beautiful question.*

"I have, actually. I sometimes think a lot of who we are and what we want to be comes out here."

*turning my body so that I am angled towards you. Our knees knock and thighs meet. I reach over with my other hand and place it on our thigh. Wondering if I should offer a drink, but not wanting to have to get up.*

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*Perking up at this new chance at good conversation, I cover your hand with my own, enjoying the contact on my thigh.*

Well, that is certainly true, and an important part of what I mean. But consider this: We, as authors, put our characters through some terrible things, all for the sake of the story....the drama. If we were solely in the shoes of our characters, we would think we were the most woe beset people ever, and we'd wonder why all of those things were happening to us. We would not, when in the midst of the trials, consider that it is for the good of the story.

Also as authors, and even more as role players, we put ourselves into our characters, as you alluded to. We really immerse ourselves in the stories and situations so that we can more or less live it vicariously, then we write about our reaction to it, disguising the words as the reactions and thoughts of our characters.

This is like life. When we're in it, fully immersed in the drama, we can't see the bigger picture. We can't see the need for the adverse circumstance to bring out our character quality. We only wonder why the bad things are happening to us. Yet I believe that we are the authors of our life stories, or I should say our Souls are, and are creating the story we're living. All for the sake of experiencing the 'story'.

 

[palemoon2035]

*Enjoying the feel of your bare thigh on my finger tips, on my palm. Yet, there is an intensity in your words that draws all of my energy. My feelings turning from sexual to sensual. I have to pause quite a long time and think about what you just said. All the while, I feel a connection with your growing stronger.*

"You express this so well. I see what you are saying and I agree in ways that I still have yet to realize. Perhaps, as an author has decided the outcome of the story, and knows what is best for the character for the good of the story, we, too are 'written' by an author who knows what will happen, and gives us obstacles for us to overcome for our own good. It could be God or even just the universe as a whole which seems to have orchestrated matter and energy in such a way that all has happened, is happening, and will happen all at once.

"It is always a matter of gaining perspective. We often lose perspective when in he thick of it. As a writer of a story, I can smile despite my lovely character being on the edge of death, having just lost her love of her life, or being trapped in he mundane. Because I know, that she is about to be saved from death, find someone new to love, or be presented with a new opportunity. She will only realize how the adversity she faced helped her, after the fact. Meanwhile, I always knew it.

"But maybe, I just wrote myself into this place because I have always wanted to have sex with another woman on the Moon. Yet, here you are pulling me into a philisophical discussion. Suddenly I sound so intellectual."

*I wink at you as I finish that last sentence. Then slip my hand up and down your thigh, just to enjoy the feel of your soft skin and the closeness.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

You do express it well. You Must be reading my mind, because you know exactly what I was getting at. Personally I think it is our Soul that is the author of our stories, and we as physical incarnations are sort of the avatars through which our soul can experience life in this world. When immersed in our bodies and in the situation at hand, our soul can forget who we really are, and totally experience the moment and the drama as a participant rather than just a spectator. And yet we also have the overview on the soul level that we are unable to see in the physical manifestation of ourselves.

Also I've always believed that everything we say and do defines us, and makes a statement about who and what we really are. Our souls know this, and so they put things in our life story designed to allow us to make these statements about ourselves. So the purpose of the adversity is to give us the backdrop against which we can realize (Make real) the quality of our character and define ourselves.

*My eyes drop to your hand inching up my thigh, and my lips bow into a knowing grin.*

But you're right, this is a deep topic of conversation. And I never want to stand in the way of being seduced by a sexy woman.

*I lean in close and capture your lips with mine, sucking slightly on your bottom lip. My hand comes up to cup your cheek in my palm, caressing softly.*

 

[palemoon2035]

A wolfling comes wandering in her hand a small black velvet box. Housed inside of the little jewelry box is a small pendant, something that screamed Moon Lady whenever the Wolf saw it.

So the wolf comes wandering, bearing her gift in one small hand. She doesn't attempt to enter the Moon Lady's cavern...instead she leaves the gift where it will be easily seen...and departs.

Making my way to the mouth of my cavern, I come across a beautiful velvet box. A gift. The faint scent of a beautiful wolf lingers. I smile a beaming smile knowing that the beautiful Luna has left me something. Opening it, slowly, the pendant sparkles. I love, I just love it.

Taking it out of the box, I slip it onto my silver chain and place it around my neck. Dashing to my bedroom I look in the mirror. Whispering to myself...

"It is beautiful."

I'm quite sure I will wear this often, if not every day. Giddy, I skip down to the sitting room and pull out some stationary. I begin to write my thank you note.

 

[Laplaciana]

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I get off Mia and chain her to the fence. It wouldn't do to let someone take her. Bikes like her are quite a tempting target.
I'll just go a little further to a less populated area.
It's peaceful here. The moon is certainly pretty tonight. It's a good night for visiting the pale skinned one. I hope that she's going to like my gift.
I catch a strong beam and the journey begins.

When I'm once more aware of myself, I discover that I'm face-down on the floor, next to a stream of clear water. The position is nothing new for me, I have a deplorable balance and coordination. But right now I have more pressing matters to consider. I check my parcel and breathe a sigh of relief. It appears intact.
Now to the next order of business! The sight of water has made me horribly thirsty. As I try to think of a polite way to take a drink, I notice a tray with little cups on top of a flat rock. Perfect! I love little cups! They're easy to hold with my little hands.
The water has a crisp taste that is almost sweet. I fill the little cup again, when I hear a slight rustle on the right side of myself.

 

[ericahope]

Darkness took over several hours ago, but I don't feel like heading to bed just yet. It's a perfectly crisp, clear and cool September night; a perfect night for a walk. A slight chill in the air, I gather a shawl around my shoulders, as the sheer, white shift I'm wearing doesn't do much to guard me from the first signs of approaching autumn. Stepping out my back door I notice it's not quite dark, a nearly full moon lights up the grass and woods beyond my home.

It won't be a long walk, I assure myself as I feel the cool grass tickle the bottoms of my bare feet. I feel very alive. All is silent as I approach the woods. There's a path I usually follow clearly visible in the moonlight. I start down the trail, noticing a shaft of brighter-than normal luminescence shining through the trees directly in my path. As I cross into it, I notice a strange warmth. I pause. A quick flash of brilliance. And then I'm no longer cold, and the woods are gone.

I'm laying on hard ground; my mind is a little foggy, but not in a way that makes me fearful. It's more like a hazy bliss. I look up to see what looks like the inside of a cavern. I can see light and water reflected on the walls, both of them dancing over the stone. And I can hear the water too, a little trickling. As I get my bearings I notice I'm actually right near a stream of clear water. I push myself up and sit next to the stream. There is no urge to move. I feel safe and, though not having seen my surroundings before, they aren't unfamiliar. My eyes wander a bit and I notice several trees. I give my mind a few more moments to clear and then I get to my feet. I readjust my shawl and chemise and carefully make my way over to the only other sign of life in this cave other than myself for further inspection. It's strange the trees grow in such a sunless place, I think.

"Ooh," I let out a small cry as I feel a stone poke the arch of my foot. I lift it up. Clumsy me. There's a small cut there, a drop of blood appears. I must be more careful of these rocks. I take a few tentative steps to the tree and and immediately realize they're apricots. My stomach responds and I greedily reach up and grasp one. It's only then that I hear a muffled voice from what seems like far away echoing through the cavern. I pause with my hand on the apricot and look around me, a guilty look on my face, wondering if the fruit belong to someone else. I see light from a little ways off and identify the voice as female. It sounds like at least two people. And then I see the racks of wine off to the side near the wall of the cave, the first sign of human presence other than the voices. I release the ripe, orange fruit and lower my hand, pulling my shawl tight...

 

[palemoon2035]

I have three visitors and I have been neglecting them. My beautiful home has missed me. I shall return soon.

 

[palemoon2035]

*My lips seem to quiver as I feel the soft kiss of my loving elvish friend. I find my moist lips part slightly, so willing, so open. Perhaps it is your words. You put things so beautifully. I have always longer to have a lover who was also a deep and spiritual thinker. I desire to reply, but I don't want to break the kiss. But then...a rukus. I hear something, someone stumble.

Startled, I leap to my feet, looking over and seeing a poor soul finding herself face first on the bank of my crystal stream. I smile as she finds her way to her feet. It is my friend, my beautiful friend, Laplaciana. Yet, I know her by so many names. I refrain from giving her a big hug. Before I can she reaches for a cup before I even say hello. That is the power of such clear cold water. It quenches the deepest thirst and calls to those who didn't even know they were thirsty. Now ready to walk to her, I suddenly another friend appear.

"She came, oh she came to visit me. She came too. They came! My beautiful friends."

*Beaming at the beautiful and kind ericahope as she appears, walking to the stream which calls her as well. I leap towards them both, pulling them together into one giant hug.*

"Oh, my dear, you are hurt."

*Rushing to the bathroom and return with a bandage. I kneel down at the stream and take a cup to he water. Pouring it over her foot. Then, wrapping a bandage around it.

"Sorry if I tickle you. Well...not really. Ok, no, ladies, don't worry, traveling by moon beam will become easier as you come and go. I hope you visit often. Now, where are my manners? Introductions, dears. Introductions."

*Turning to the beautiful Thyri who seems to still be on the couch.*

"Laplaciana, ericahope. Ericahope, Laplaciana. Laplaciana, ericahope, Thyri. Thyri, ericahope, Laplaciana."

*Catching my breath. Realizing Thyri and I are naked while my guests are not.*

"Please join us. Clothing is optionwl, but nudity is not a requirement of course. Come as you are and be comfortable. All are welcome in my home. Oh, look at what Luna gave me!"

*Showing them all my pendant

"I should clarify, in my wondrous cavern, many thigs can happen at once while nothing happens at all."

 

[Vail_Indigo]

skips in

twirls

skips out

 

[palemoon2035]

skips in

twirls

skips out

*Snaps a photo before you skip away*

 

[ericahope]

Smiling as I recognize my friend Palemoon coming towards me through the cavern.

I had a feeling you were behind this! Next time I'll bring wine.

I gratefully except your bandage on my foot, the cool water already numbing the bit of pain. I nod quickly to Laplaciana and Thyri as my friend makes the introductions.

It's lovely to meet you both. I'm always interested in meeting friends of Ms. Moon's. Please, call me Erica.

It is only when Palemoon mentions clothing that I notice the lack of clothes on her and Thryi. Perhaps it just seemed natural to me. The lunar air or something. I try not to stare at their beautiful forms.

No longer feeling cool and feeling a tad overdressed, I remove my shawl and drape it over a convenient, plush chair.

Do you mind if I sit? The travel seems to have taken something out of me...and I'd like to put my foot up for a minute or two...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*I rise to follow my friend to the outer cavern, watching as she greets each of her new arrivals. To my delight, we are introduced. Stepping forward to offer my hand, I smile in greeting.*

My name is Annisthyrienne (Ahn-is-teery-aine), but my friends just call me Thyri (Teery). I hope that you will call me that.

Please do come and sit with us. We were just discussing philosophy, but if you'd like to put your feet up, I could make room on my lap.

 

[ericahope]

Taking Thryi's hand in mine and smiling.

It's a pleasure to meet you Thyri. I do hope we get a chance to get to know each other.

Isn't this a fascinating place? It fits it's resident, doesn't it. She's very kind to let us share it.

I'll gladly accept your offer.

I follow Thryi to the comfortable chairs and sofas and recline on one, stretching my feet out to her lap. The light material of my shift rising to just mid-thigh or so. Enjoying the chance to relax.

 

[palemoon2035]

Ok darlings, a glass of wine for everyone!

*Retrieving three glasses.*

Red or white? I suggest the Merlot. It is fabulous! And yes my dear Erica, have a seat.

 

[ericahope]

Merlot would be perfect Ms. Moon.

I reply with a twinkle in my eye as I watch her move about the room.

Ok darlings, a glass of wine for everyone!

*Retrieving three glasses.*

Red or white? I suggest the Merlot. It is fabulous! And yes my dear Erica, have a seat.

 

[palemoon2035]

Pours the lovely Erica a glass of Merlot. It is an old, aged glass with a hand painted lily on each side. I fill it to the top, hoping she will let loose sooner than later. Leading her to the couch and helping her propr up her foot. Turning back to Thyria, I take her in my arms and lay a passionate kiss on her lips before stepping back.

It just seemed unfinished So, now, that feels better.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Merlot is fine for me too. Thank you, Moon.

*My hand settle on the pretty feet of my newest acquaintance, and I try unsuccessfully to keep them still. But I cannot resist letting my fingers idly trace the soft skin just behind her toes on the top of her feet, just a featherlight touch. Noticing the small cut, I trace it with a slender finger, letting a little of my healing power flow in a warm tingle. The small wound closes without a trace, leaving only smooth skin in it's place.*

*I return Moon's kiss warmly, enjoying the warmth of her lips and the embrace of her arms.*

Thank you, Dear. It feels better now.

 

[ericahope]

Thank you my dear...

...I say as I take the beautifully painted glass from Palemoon's hand.

Goosebumps break out on my calf and thigh as I feel Thyri's light touches on the sensitive skin of my foot. Warmth spreads from my toes up my legs...and I notice the cut is healed. I look up at Thyri with a quizzical look...which turns into a smile of understanding...and appreciation... I hold out my glass to her...

Cheers. To new friends.

Turning to Palemoon I say...

Come, sit with us....

 

[palemoon2035]

Plopping my pale tushy on the couch, causing the couch to shift. Giggling. Pouring my own glass of Merlot, I then clink my glass with those of my friends. I also look quizzically at Thyri as she seems to heal Erica's cut, but it makes sense that such a warm and loving person can heal someone with her touch.

To new friends!

Taking a big sip. I place one arm around Thryi, resting the other on Erica's thigh.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

*By way of explanation, I offer a smile, and a slight blush.*

In the realms I came from before arriving at Lit, I was a healer, as was my mother before me.

*I sip my wine with one hand, still lightly caressing Erica's foot absently with the other hand. At the feel of Moon's arm around me, I lean in to snuggle a bit.*

This is cozy. I never would have imagined I'd be snuggling with friends on the moon.

 

[ericahope]

Giggling as Palemoon plops down. I wink at her.

Ever graceful, aren't you?

Taking a sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread down my throat meeting up with the warmth coming up from my toes somewhere around my waist. I smile contentedly. My thigh moves involuntarily as Palemoon's hand finds it. I take another sip, drinking deeply. Smiling.

Oh, what the heck...I'm feeling like the oddball here...

I set my glass down and in one quick motion I whip my shift over my head. I shake out my brown hair, doing my best shampoo commercial impression, and return to my previous position, reclining slightly in my chair, my feet resting peacefully on Thryi's lap.

I take a sip and look over the edge of my glass at Palemoon, eyes beaming.

Better?

 

[palemoon2035]

Giggling as Erica pokes fun at me.

I don't have to be graceful, darling. This is my home.

Looking into Erica's eyes. It is as if I can read her mind. I experience that same feeping as the wine slips down my throat. It is a sort of soothing burn. All the while, I don't even realize I am tracing her thigh with my finger tips. The fingers of my other hand brushing Thyri's shoulder.

Aren't you beautiful.

Admiring my friend as she disrobes

Ladies, I should explain. My home is a magical place. Mother Moon is misunderstood. There is love and warmth here. And as I said, everything happens at once, all the while nothing happens at all. Some call them parallel universes and here is a place where they converge. If I retire to my bed for the night, you can stay here if you wish. My home is open to friends even while I am away. Still, when I return a day later, it can be as if no time passed at all.

Places a soft kiss on Erica's cheek, then on Thyri's cheek. Topping off our glasses.

 

[ericahope]

And I do thank you for making us feel so welcome here Palemoon... You and Mother Moon are gracious hostesses.

Taking a sip, right before you fill my glass again.

What are you trying to do? Be careful...you don't know what happens when I have to much wine...

...I say giggling, a wide grin on my face. I shift my leg a bit so your finger tips touch that sensitive bit of skin on my inner thigh

I think I understand your home here... What a world it would be to leave and come back and not miss a thing. Time stands still for you, but not for others...wonderful.

If you have to leave us for the night, I'm pretty sure Thyri and I can find a comfortable spot to relax...there are so many. And I can't wait to explore your library. Whenever I go to someone's home for the first time I always like sneaking a peak at their bookshelves.

Taking another sip...enjoying the soft touches on my thigh and foot...

 

[Annisthyrienne]

Definitely better from where I sit.

*The smile on my lips and sparkle in my eyes give emphasis to the simple words. My hand moves under the sole of Erica's foot, palm cupping and rubbing the underside firmly.*


It certainly is a unique place, of all the homes I've visited in these realms.