Talanithus
lay within his Glade's Gazebo, the idle brook's passage
bringing a comforting melody to his ears. The sun,
already warm even though winter had just begun to shake
free its grip from the world, soaked Tal in its
comforting rays. With a languid stretch that would make a
cat envious, Tal snatched up a goblet of cooled Fey. The
condensation about the crystal goblet's girth made its
hold slippery, yet Tal deftly brought it to his lips
and took a deep measure of its icy pleasures.
"Sweets," came a seductive growl from beneath
the scattered pillows that littered the marble floors
breadth, "you're blockin' the sunlight. Move back
over here."
Tal smiled as he turned towards his lover's voice, his
dusky grey hands moving with a musician's grace to push
an errant strand of snow-white hair from his face. His
eyes sparkled into brilliant blue fire as a mischievous
smile crossed his lips. With a swift twist, he grabbed
Chyanna's leg and pulled her into his lap.
"But why, Lirimamin" was Tal's wry response as
Chy's surprised face came swinging to an abrupt halt just
inches from his own, "when I can simply drag you
into the light with me."
Her upraised eyebrow from Tal's sudden move was suddenly
swallowed whole as her delicious lips curled into that oh
so tantalizing smile. "As you wish, Sweets. Just as
long as you can hold me."
"Oh well... I don't think that should be a
problem." replied Tal as he swept in and wrapped his
arms about her, drawing her into his embrace. Their eyes,
lightly lidded in a sleeper's gaze, caught each other in
a moment of pure need. Their hands grasped each other
closer, and their lips met with the union of those who
thirst for a lifetime, and find that thirst suddenly
quenched without reserve. Moments passed within that
embrace, each lost in the others warmth, then...
"Argh!!" yelled Tal, swiftly jumping to his
feet as he felt the icy wetness of his Fey drench his
breeches, Chy, rolling agilely to her feet, was lost in a
fit of laughter. Her emerald eyes flashed with
mischievous appreciation
of her handiwork as she backed from the gazebo on the
balls of her feet.
"You were getting' to hot for your breeches,
Grey" she taunted coyly, "You needed some
coolin'"
"Cool me off, eh?" replied Tal as his lips
stretched into a smile, "we shall see who needs a
cooling, Lass."
With that, Tal set off after her, the two chasing each
other around the glade with laughter peeling forth to the
heavens. Just as Tal was just about to catch her, Chy
spun about in a low arch, one of her shapely legs
sweeping to catch Tal's own and send him sprawling
forward, into the laughing brook's lap.
Splash!
Chyanna doubled over into laughter as she watched the
sopping wet Tal lift his head, his snow-white mane
drooping about him like a dog's wet fur. Her giggles
warmed Tal's heart, even with the freezing winter's
bounty running about his thighs. With a wry grin, he
twisted his hands in a swift series of arcane gestures,
his eyes glowing with blue fire as he summoned the
magical energies that were his birthright.
Chyanna, still caught in the depths of laughter, was
suddenly lifted straight into the air, her form sent
catapulting into the midst of the brook's expanse. With a
startled yelp, she was swallowed underwater. Tal, knowing
all to well the welcome he was about to receive, ducked
into the water himself, swimming forward with the brook
until he reached the pond's entrance. Still holding his
breath, he swam to the low hanging boughs of a shore side
willow tree, emerging and creeping up the bank to peer
about the Glade's expanse.
"Chy, Love!" yelled Tal, projecting his voice
to the Gazebo with well trained Bardic skills,
"where are you, Love? Why don't you come back to the
Pavillion?"
A hand closed about his ankle, yanking him backwards into
the pond. With an undignified yelp, Tal felt himself fly
into the soft, yet steely embrace of his lover. "But
why, Sweets? When I can I bring you into the pond with
me." Was Chyanna's laughing reply. "Thought you
could sneak out on me, eh? The stealthiest Wethril in the
lands?"
Tal's reply was lost as she pulled his mouth to hers, and
the world was swallowed in their embrace.
To be continued...
-Talanithus Tarant