Sand and Sea…Earth and Sky

[yourcharms]

The Guest and The Young Man cross the Inn's oaken threshold. The whispering of the trees is absorbed by the living walls of The Inn, their cares stolen by the peace within the walls.

The Host commands the bar. A tall, commanding, grey whiskered fellow, his smile radiates welcome and security.

Ho, my friends, , he booms, you are most welcome! .

The Young Man smiles and, inclining his head to The Host, guides The Guest to a rough hewn corner table . He settles her and, sliding on to the bench opposite, beckons the young serving girl.

She approaches, timid, head bowed in subservience, yet her doe eyes devour their presence.

Yes sir? , she murmers, what is your pleasure?

 

[Sultry_Shade]

The Lady of the Isle makes her way back to the beach to find her latest arrival unconscious. With forces unseen, hands of light and air shimmer round the bedraggled sailor. Lifting him effortlessly he is carried on the wings of the summer breeze.

Floating as if in a dream behind the kimono clad red head. They retire to the Inn, where he is left still sleeping comfortably in one of the many simple yet elegant rooms.

Now for the Lady to find her other guests and draw them out for a fine meal and talk.

 

[Guest]

The Guest smiled at the Young Man as they slid in to their seats. She watched him order their drinks and return his gaze to her. Speaking softly, exchanging words of how they came to the Isle.

While he spoke she studied the Young Man intently. His eyes, his hair, his cheekbones, his chin...his mannerisms with those sent to the table to assist them as well as with her. Such pleasant company indeed.

The activity about them was hardly noticable to her.

 

[yourcharms]

The Young Man rises as The Lady joins their table, a query poised on his lips.

Be at rest, she smiles, her fine boned fingers grazing his forearm, We eat first.

Entranced by the warmth of her gaze, unable to do otherwise, he lowers himself to the rough hewn bench.

The serving girl, who had retreated upon the appearance of The Lady, returns in the company of The Host, both bearing polished wooden platters laden with fare.

My Lady, rumbles The Host, lowering his head as in respect, I offer you and your guests the finest fruits of the forests, fields and sea. Please accept them for your pleasure with my undying devotion.

My thanks to you, my Host, murmers The Lady as the platters are laid on the table before The Host and serving girl retreat.

There is a pause, a pearl drop of companiable silence, a meeting of common thought between the Three.

Come , says The Lady, Eat.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

The Lady smiles round the table her lovely and glowing Guest eying the handsome lad her cheeks flushed. The gray green eyes seem so dance with witch light in merriment and she again gestures for them to taste the pleasures of the table.

Gracious and fey she is in her kimono of ink darkness and fine ruby tresses. They all dig into a splendid repast of succulent fruits, meats, and vegetables. The desert tray bearing the markings of a spectacular in it’s delicious array.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

As the meal winds down and the room slips into a comfortable lull. A bevy of finely dressed dancing girls’ swarm from the shadow laden corners to entertain the room with their hypnotic dancing, their movements are gentle as a spring breeze upon the grass.

The music is beguiling, and soon the Guest and The Young Man alike are moved by its rhythms barely able to keep themselves from being drawn from their seats.

The Lady of Isle rises gracefully from her chair and joins the swaying, twisting, turning prance of the other dancers; her kimono flaring about her revealing flashes of silken flesh. Her emerald eyes fall to the two remaining at their table with a sweet invitation in their depths.

 

[Guest]

The Guest found herself moving with the entrancing music. Her body swaying with the tempo, feet moving gracefully even in her seated position.

Giving a smile to the Young Man, the Guest excuses herself to join the throng of dancers. Mingling with the crowd, letting her body move as it chooses.

Her hair flipping around her gracefully, her eyes sparkling, the energy in the room lifting her spirits.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

The room moves with people, a sea of bodies now engaged in the dance. All drawn into the music and swaying in some harmonious synchronicity that they appear to be completely unaware of.

The lights drop and a bouquet of brightly colored lights ignites the room from hidden recesses in the ceiling. The mood is one of festival and fairy delight.

The Lady of the Isle takes the Guest by the hand to dance a few steps together, their movements compliment on another, catching the eyes of all who watch.

 

[wanderer2704]

After a number of days lying unconcious the sailor gradually wakes up. At first he starts to panic knowing that he has no food or water and then realises that he is no longer in his boat but lying in a soft bed beneath white cotton sheets.

The sun is shining ouside and a gentle breeze blows the curtains at the window.

The sailor briefly wonders how he got in to the bed and also who undressed him as he discovers he is completely naked. He also wonders how long he has been there.

The sailor closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep again dreaming of beautiful ladies walking on a beach.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

As the dance continues its hypnotic sway the Lady passes her lovely Guest off into the arms of the Young Man. An irrepressible smile plays over the curve of her lips, lighting her eyes, she cannot help but admire the style and grace they represent as he sweeps her across the floor. The other guests part like curtain of multi colors around them, the light capturing them in its brilliant glow.

Silent as the shadows on the long end of the day, she slips from the dining hall and into the quiet corridors that lead to the private rooms. She passes the door marked by a small moon symbol, within the exhausted sailor lays in peace. Motioning, a subtle shrug, a water pitcher appears on the night stand along with a tray of various fruits and cheese.

She continues on, the powers of creation stirring within her breast, beating like the wings of birds against the cage of her ribs. The calling is undeniable and she leaves the warm confines of the Inn for the cool embrace of the night, the Lady Luna shining down a liquid silver coin to light her way up the bluffs.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Bathed in the sterling glow of the moon’s beams, the Lady strides up the ancient staircase carved deep into glossy dark surface of the cliffs. Higher and higher she climbs, the wind a playful companion tossing her garnet tresses about with its frantic touch. The sky a canvas of black strewn with flashes of brilliance, the naked faces of stars smile down upon her.

Reaching the summit, she pauses admiring the sprawl of green, gold and blue below, the lights of the Inn wink merrily. She feels the stirring of creation yet again, this time stronger, tearing at her will. The time has come. Her arms raised she beseeches the heavens with her silent call.

Palms outstretched arc with shock white blue light, rippling along her like an aura of ivory fire. Eyes glowing emeralds, pupils small as pin pricks. The clouds begin to coalesce covering the starlight in a blanket of woolen smoke darkness. The scent of rain strong in the air, sweet and fresh, the breeze pitched to new heights of frenzy.

She calls down the storm, the world thrown into deeper wells of night by the cloud cover, thunder singing the proximity of the front. A solitary pillar of vibrant energy against the billowing night, she stands summoning and the rain comes down.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

Against the backdrop of the deluge she stands apart from space, apart from time, dry despite the downpour. Yet her cheeks show traces of rain or tears. The wind raises its voice another octave, and the screaming is wild as a panic stricken soprano. The weather dark and threatening slashes down from the sky now pregnant with roiling clouds. It is frighteningly beautiful, the fury of the storm, and the Lady at its eye.

The guests below within the Inn can hear the thunder and smell the fresh ozone sting in the air. The lightening a magnificent display for their pleasure, the heat of the day quickly dissolved into comfortable though humid chill. .

 

[Guest]

Quietly excusing herself for the gala, the Guest sneaks away and heads outdoors. Wishing to wander the grounds alone, the solitude bringing a much needed comfort. The feeling of being at one with nature overwhelmed her with peace.

Walking the stoney path in her sandle clad feet, the guest has the irresistible urge to walk nude through the tall underbrush, feel the cool leaves on her heated flesh.

Slipping off the path, she tosses her gown on a bush and walks dense greenery...delighting in the feel on her skin.

Though she knew not where she was, she knew she was safe. Ahead of her loomed a large Weeping Willow, the branches meeting the brush. Sliding between it's dangling tresses, the Guest found herself completely secluded and content.

To her surprise a sudden storm erupted, rain falling on the tree and grass around her. Drops breaking through the limbs and landing on her flesh. The fresh cool drops like an invigorating shower.

Her voice like a lark, she began to sing to herself while bathing in the sweet drops and listening to the thunder. The lightening reflecting off her smooth skin, what dared breech the branches that is.

 

[Sultry_Shade]

As the winds die down and the rain settles into a gentler fall, the Lady spies one of her guests dancing amidst the drops, he skin a beckon on the gloom. It is a lovely swaying dance, and she finds herself drawn in. Slowly moving as if in a dream the Lady of the Isle moves along the shadow path back down the treacherous cliff face to the grove where the beautiful woman enjoys herself unaware of her watcher.

 

[wanderer2704]

The sailor awakes from a deep sleep, he has no idea of how long he has been asleep.

It is dark and the light of a small candle reveals the fact that someone has been in to his room while he slept. On the small rustic table beside him is a jug of fresh water and bowl full of fruit.

He sits up very slowly as all his senses return and he realises how weak he feels still. He reaches for a glass and pours himself some water. He sips it slowly and as he does he wonders about the person or people who brought him here.

As he sits on the edge of the bed he hears the first murmerings of what sounds like a storm, very quickly the wind builds and soon it is whistling around the building. The curtains at his window flap loundly with the sound of a whip's crack. He gradually gets to his feet and unsteadily with the gait of a drunken old man walks to the window.

As he reaches out to close the window he sees a willow tree in the distance and what looks like a naked lady dancing beneath it. Over the sound of the wind a haunting melody reaches his ears.

Having closed the window, the curtains stop flapping, he returns to bed realising that he must still have some sort of fever.

He lies back down and closes his eyes.

He dreams of that haunting melody and beautiful dancing maidens.