Aideen woke from sleep in a most disturbed manner. Her visions were becomming more and more potent and it became clear to her her that she could now see things that others could not. She sought answers but feared the anger of the elders and their superstition which might lead them to the belief that she was indeed cursed.
She kept to herslef all morning trying to pay no heed to the little creature that stole the remainders of the night's bread nor to the little winged embodiment of mischeviouness that pulled the thread out of Myrna's needle everytime she got ready to sew.
At noon, the group gathered in the woods near the Hall there to find a suitable tree from which the image of the Goddess would be carved. The High Priests led the way through the soft shrubs and undergrowth till they came to smooth and somewhat thick trunked tree. The crown was perfectly shaped and was filled fully with juicy green foliage. The Priests, forming a circle round the tree, began the ritual chanting - it was a request to all the invisble beings who lived in the tree to grant permission for its ritual use. The chanting was hypnotic...the soudns rose through the air and created a magical aura and all felt a presence of the supreme. Aideen, whose eyes were till now fixed to the ground, looked up and the sight left her awestruck.
As she stood glaring at the tree, all the little creatures were flying out of it and finding new positions in other trees. The entire tree glowed as these Gands, as they were called in folk tales, took with them thier mini magical auras. Some glowed blue...some green....some a brilliant red. As they flew through the air to the nearby trees they left behind them silvery trails of supernatural essence and Aideen stood transfixed. In a small, almost high pitched voice that trembled she spoke to Helena who stood beside her, "There are creatures...things...flying out of this tree. I mean, they are really actually flying around!" Her anxiety felt a splash of cold water from the deadly sarcastic look on Helena's face," When will you grow up?" Scoffing inaudibly she turned away.
Aideen was convinced that she was completely insane...that she must have consumed some occult herb that confused her thus....but then she saw a little Gand...he looked like a Gandling almost. He had a gentle yellow aura and the tiniest ears one could ever imagaine. This little fellow seemed unable to fly very well - when he perched at the edge of a branch and fluttered his wings as best as he could....he was barely lifted off his feet. Instead, he lost balance and toppled over the side and now he was clingiong on to a twig for dear life. His expresion was contorted as he struggled, fluttering his young wins in vain.
Thinking him to be utterly harmless, Aideen stepped foward tentativly and stretched out her hand beneath him...lifting gently till he was secure in her palm. The reality struck her like a bath of cooling water and her entire being felt alive. She giggled and his wings tickled her fingers and her very heart melted at his innocent expressions of gratitude. Reaching over to a nearby shrub, she placed him there, and though still uncertain about this odd ability she felt better....especially since everyones atention was now centered on the fire sacrifice being made before the cutting of the tree began.
The winds blew gently, weaving in and out of the slender branches. It took the delicate locks of hair from her head and played them across her face...It caressed her neck then stole her veil and carried it off away from the group. She reached out after it but it moved as with a will of its own. Looking back at the group, Aideen, percieving their preoccupation with the rituals, decided to run after her veil that now took to flying once more.
The sound of water came to her ear...gentle drops....soothing pouring...the veil taking one last lunge upward fell gracefully, softly upon the serenity that was the pool of Lile.
It floated upon the waters, a translucent, pink elegance...floated to the other end where Aideen percieved a bower of luxirant, dark green vines. Sporadic blooms of brilliant crimson dotted the gracefull tendrils and stalks and they were parted such that the inside of the bowerd was visible to her.
The water's edge had continued to the far end of the bower such that the bower itself formed a canopy over a smalle part of the pool. And in there reclind the sensuous Lile. Her attendents poured cascades of water from silver jars onto her lithe body. The water fell...trikled down her curves in transparent bliss as each ripple caressed her supple, white skin.
The veil had come to her...and Aideen stood paralysed by the beauty that was before her. In this enchanting scene- with the lake a placid mirror...edged with white, full blown lilies and the darkest green leaves...a pair of swans dance 'pon the surface ... languid necks interlocking in chaste consumation. - there she was this goddess, this nymph of the pool waited upon by lesser but still magnificent beauties. Aideen's very breathing slowed and she stood in eager anticipation.
Lile rose from her reclined position...rose till her feet just touched the gentle ripples of the pool...then moved above the water hold the veil in her hand....moved over to Aideen.
She kept to herslef all morning trying to pay no heed to the little creature that stole the remainders of the night's bread nor to the little winged embodiment of mischeviouness that pulled the thread out of Myrna's needle everytime she got ready to sew.
At noon, the group gathered in the woods near the Hall there to find a suitable tree from which the image of the Goddess would be carved. The High Priests led the way through the soft shrubs and undergrowth till they came to smooth and somewhat thick trunked tree. The crown was perfectly shaped and was filled fully with juicy green foliage. The Priests, forming a circle round the tree, began the ritual chanting - it was a request to all the invisble beings who lived in the tree to grant permission for its ritual use. The chanting was hypnotic...the soudns rose through the air and created a magical aura and all felt a presence of the supreme. Aideen, whose eyes were till now fixed to the ground, looked up and the sight left her awestruck.
As she stood glaring at the tree, all the little creatures were flying out of it and finding new positions in other trees. The entire tree glowed as these Gands, as they were called in folk tales, took with them thier mini magical auras. Some glowed blue...some green....some a brilliant red. As they flew through the air to the nearby trees they left behind them silvery trails of supernatural essence and Aideen stood transfixed. In a small, almost high pitched voice that trembled she spoke to Helena who stood beside her, "There are creatures...things...flying out of this tree. I mean, they are really actually flying around!" Her anxiety felt a splash of cold water from the deadly sarcastic look on Helena's face," When will you grow up?" Scoffing inaudibly she turned away.
Aideen was convinced that she was completely insane...that she must have consumed some occult herb that confused her thus....but then she saw a little Gand...he looked like a Gandling almost. He had a gentle yellow aura and the tiniest ears one could ever imagaine. This little fellow seemed unable to fly very well - when he perched at the edge of a branch and fluttered his wings as best as he could....he was barely lifted off his feet. Instead, he lost balance and toppled over the side and now he was clingiong on to a twig for dear life. His expresion was contorted as he struggled, fluttering his young wins in vain.
Thinking him to be utterly harmless, Aideen stepped foward tentativly and stretched out her hand beneath him...lifting gently till he was secure in her palm. The reality struck her like a bath of cooling water and her entire being felt alive. She giggled and his wings tickled her fingers and her very heart melted at his innocent expressions of gratitude. Reaching over to a nearby shrub, she placed him there, and though still uncertain about this odd ability she felt better....especially since everyones atention was now centered on the fire sacrifice being made before the cutting of the tree began.
The winds blew gently, weaving in and out of the slender branches. It took the delicate locks of hair from her head and played them across her face...It caressed her neck then stole her veil and carried it off away from the group. She reached out after it but it moved as with a will of its own. Looking back at the group, Aideen, percieving their preoccupation with the rituals, decided to run after her veil that now took to flying once more.
The sound of water came to her ear...gentle drops....soothing pouring...the veil taking one last lunge upward fell gracefully, softly upon the serenity that was the pool of Lile.
It floated upon the waters, a translucent, pink elegance...floated to the other end where Aideen percieved a bower of luxirant, dark green vines. Sporadic blooms of brilliant crimson dotted the gracefull tendrils and stalks and they were parted such that the inside of the bowerd was visible to her.
The water's edge had continued to the far end of the bower such that the bower itself formed a canopy over a smalle part of the pool. And in there reclind the sensuous Lile. Her attendents poured cascades of water from silver jars onto her lithe body. The water fell...trikled down her curves in transparent bliss as each ripple caressed her supple, white skin.
The veil had come to her...and Aideen stood paralysed by the beauty that was before her. In this enchanting scene- with the lake a placid mirror...edged with white, full blown lilies and the darkest green leaves...a pair of swans dance 'pon the surface ... languid necks interlocking in chaste consumation. - there she was this goddess, this nymph of the pool waited upon by lesser but still magnificent beauties. Aideen's very breathing slowed and she stood in eager anticipation.
Lile rose from her reclined position...rose till her feet just touched the gentle ripples of the pool...then moved above the water hold the veil in her hand....moved over to Aideen.
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