Daydream_weaver's Refuge

[Luna_Wolf72]

In silence, I allow my mind to drift away, thinking back on happier times, on happier days, on things best remembered when one is all alone. A blanket of mist covers me, trees bend nearer to shelter me. I close my eyes, knowing that they are glowing golden, with a need I keep denying...I drift off, dream time calls me. Mayhap, I will dream, once more...of her.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*My body tired I leave the water behind and move toward the comfort of my cabin refuge. The night breeze whicks beads of water from my body, drops from my cheeks. My mind doesn't want to think anymore tonight. I round the last bend, my cabin in sight and pause. The curled up form of the wolf is barely visable, but I know she is there. On silent feet I creep closer, my body bending low to the ground, until I finally end on hands and knees. I crawl close not wanting to wake her, afraid she will leave. Cautiously I lay beside her, the grass cool beneath me. I breathe deeply, taking in her scent and let my eyes drift shut*

 

[dragonrazor]

*brings in a breakfast of fruit and berries, and then vanishes*

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

Opens my eyes and sees my Muse, curled up, in the grass, her body draped close to mine. I shift, allowing my human form to return and wrap my arms around her, sniffing her hair, storing her scent... Eventually, I move and stand up. I have things to do...I lean down, kissing my fingertips, I brush the kiss over her forehead. With a sigh, I turn and move off into the undergrowth. I will return another day.

 

[dragonrazor]

*sips fruity drinks*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*A long soak in the tub with lots of scented bubbles and I feel nearly...human. As my silvery hair dries into a riot of wild curls I contemplate my evenings attire...something special...something...

I smile as I pull one of my favorites from the closet...perfect.

Sheer and feminine the dress has straps that leaves my shoulders nearly bare, the bodice fits snugly pushing the swell of my breasts up and out, the skirt falls from the high waist to flow full and long around my ankles. Sandals with tiny straps adorn my feet.

My heart beats faster as I slip from my cabin and make my way along a familiar path...excitement building with each step...*

 

[dragonrazor]

*knocks on an unseen door* Miss DW, are you clothed?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Clothed, Raven...but on my way to change that. *Pausing, I think of how that sounds and I laugh, shaking my head*

*The air promises another day of heat and I move about the cabin opening windows to catch any breeze that may blow through. I smile a secretive smile, knowing that even if there is no breeze outside there will always be cool air stirring inside the cabin. Pitchers of refreshing juice are mixed and set to cool inside the refridgerator, bowls of ice are ready in the freezer.

I step into the bathing room and emerge a few minutes later, hair and skin still slightly damp from the shower. Quick fingers weave my hair into a thick plait so the air can move around my neck. A long sarong of sheer silvery blue is soon tied around my torso, leaving my shoulders bare. The fringe tickles my knees as I walk out onto the back deck and make myself comfortable on one of the lounge chairs*

 

[dragonrazor]

Who's winning?

 

[Luna_Wolf72]

A note is left~tied with a forget-me-not and a twig of fresh sage. It is creamy vellum. Beautifully composed, dark red ink on the page...

My Muse~
Thank you for spending the evening with me. I had fun. You granted me serenity when I didn't think I would ever get that again. I enjoyed our time and I hope, the next time, our dinner will be here, at your Refuge.

With all my Heart~

your Wolf.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Angel makes her way up toward a cottage, nearly lost. Her short summer dress providing little escape from the heat, rivulets of sweat make her look to be literally melting and her normally luxurious hair hangs wet and limp across her back. The outdoors today is no place for a creature of evening mist.

Still, she can feel weaver's presence, that song of the sensual with more than a hint of primal. Intoxication at its most intense. Even smothered by the heat of the day she can feel it.

I hope she doesn't mind a visit...

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Emerging from the cool dark place where I have spent the day sleeping away the worst of the heat I pause on the porch to swiftly retrieve the note left there by one I hold dear. My lips curve and I press the paper to my heart.

A wave of my hand and the door to my cabin swings open, a breeze from inside greeting me. There is a faint tremble of my wards, almost non-existant. I glance around finally seeing a delicate creature, wilted from the heat. My voice is soft as I move to her side, my breath flowing over her sweetly, cooly

Angel...sweet? Will you come inside or are you on your way to more exciting climes?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Leaving the door open should the little fey decide to enter I take my treasure and pass inside to the alcove. A small chest appears on the vanity table, the lid floating open silently. I read the note once more before pressing my lips to it and laying it carefully inside the chest and step back, watching as the lid closes and the whole fades safely away.

The evening approaches, darkness beginning to grow outside my windows, and I feel the call of wild things. My pulse is speeding on its own, wanting...something...

My fingers are deft and swift, releasing my silvery hair from its plait to spill in waves around my shoulders. I notice tiny streaks of jet in the long tresses and for once they make me smile. Tonight I feel the need to indulge...just a bit. I strip off my sarong and reach for something more befitting my mood. The black of the dress matches the streaks in my hair, the halter bodice cupping my breasts but dipping so low as to expose the inner curves. The skirt flows to my ankles and yet two slits from either hip show a flash of thigh as I walk. My feet are bare and free, my ankles adorned with small silver chains filled with tinkling bells.

I glance to the mirror and my eyes gleam back at me, a flash of violet. My lips curve, the soft flesh red and full. I reach up to run long slender fingers tipped with darkened nails through my hair leaving it wild and disheveled. There is balance...a balance seldom felt.

Stepping into the sitting area I glance around wondering...do I stay...or do take this mood to another more appropriate place and leave the Refuge as a haven of peace...

I grin to myself and slip from the door, mist welcoming me and spiriting me on my way...

 

[dragonrazor]

*starts making omelets*

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*The door of my cabin swings open as I step onto the porch and inside the welcoming walls. Candles flare to life all around the room giving off a warm glow and dancing shadows....I am home. Here, in this place of my own creation, where my mind is free to wander and there are no limitations other than those I set for myself...here is where I truly make my home.

Pouring a tall glass of sweet fuit juices I settle into a soft comfortable sofa and pull out my thick black bound book*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

A quiet knock, shifting my weight from one side to the next.

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Setting my book aside I rise and move to the door, waving it open as I approach. I smile seeing Angel standing there and reach out to gently draw her inside*

Welcome...please, come in and make yourself comfortable.

*I lead her toward the sitting area and let her make her choice of where to sit*

Would you like something to drink?

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*Setting my book aside I rise and move to the door, waving it open as I approach. I smile seeing Angel standing there and reach out to gently draw her inside*

Welcome...please, come in and make yourself comfortable.

*I lead her toward the sitting area and let her make her choice of where to sit*

Would you like something to drink?

Smiling warmly I enter. Her place is like breath of fresh air. I feel light, happy... free... and.. most of all, safe. I select a chair close by one with a book. Looking over "This may sound strange, but .. do you have any lemonaid? Don't tell my fairy, but I dont feel like drinking here."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

Your secret will be safe with me...*Grinning I take up my own glass and move into the kitchen. I take a second glass and fill it from a pitcher of fresh cold lemonaide from the refridgerator, refilling mine with my favorite blend of juices. I add a straw to Angel's and carry it carefully to her.

Settling comfortably back in my seat I wave a hand over my book and it fades away to a place of safekeeping*

 

[Drunken_Angel]

Your secret will be safe with me...*Grinning I take up my own glass and move into the kitchen. I take a second glass and fill it from a pitcher of fresh cold lemonaide from the refridgerator, refilling mine with my favorite blend of juices. I add a straw to Angel's and carry it carefully to her.

Settling comfortably back in my seat I wave a hand over my book and it fades away to a place of safekeeping*

Angel giggles playfully, her youth apparent in her voice. She sips the straw almost like a little girl. When she looks up though, there's a depth there that shows her age. "So this is your place?"

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*nods and gives a broad smile* I would give you the grand tour...but you can pretty much see it all from here. The only room with a door is the bathing room off the alcove, apart from the closet that is.

I wanted open space so that energy could circulate freely. It makes for a calming place to relax.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*nods and gives a broad smile* I would give you the grand tour...but you can pretty much see it all from here. The only room with a door is the bathing room off the alcove, apart from the closet that is.

I wanted open space so that energy could circulate freely. It makes for a calming place to relax.

Angel tilts her head, curiosity piqued. Energy? What sort of energy?

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*shrugging slightly I take a sip from my glass* Energy from the world around us, from the air, the earth, the water. Energy from the people who pass through and stop to share a bit of themselves.

Most of the time it is good energy, sometimes a bit intense, but still good. Even sad energy has its place.

 

[Drunken_Angel]

*shrugging slightly I take a sip from my glass* Energy from the world around us, from the air, the earth, the water. Energy from the people who pass through and stop to share a bit of themselves.

Most of the time it is good energy, sometimes a bit intense, but still good. Even sad energy has its place.

Angel looks away at the mention of sad energy, she takes another sip of her drink. "You know at the vortex, you can feel the intensity of the passion there. It drives the place. Its what pulled me to it before I made it my home."

 

[Daydream_weaver]

*Nods, a slight smile on my face* That's what it was created for, I believe. To be a place for women to express their passions and sensuality without fear of judgement.

I think Vail did a very good job if that was her intention.