Ritualed evening
From their flowery loft Lile and Aideen gazed as the visitor sighed his greetings to Aingeal. It seemed that the very sound of his voice was the ocean's as the rumbling ecstacy of crashing waves were heard from his sighs. "He is Roan. His is the element of water and as such my superior. I must stay here no longer for fear of breaking the code of privacy..and so you too must leave," Lile spoke in hused accents,"When you open your eyes, by my powers divine you will find yourself warmly laid in your bed...may the lily that will be in your hand tell you that all that happpened was very much real."
So saying, she blew gently across Aideen's face and the latter dissappeared; Lile herself returning to her watery bower in utter silence.
The controlled and almost stern voice of Myrna flitered through her ears,"So wev'e been toying with nature's powers have we?" As Aideen, now alert in her bed floundered for words Myrna simply chuckled saying as she turned to leave the room,"Put the flower in some water lest it wilts. And gather yourself together, this evening we adorn the Goddess."
She breathed deeply. Looking out her window she tried to steady her composure as the das events came rushing back to her mind's eye in vivid detail replete with turbulent emotions and suddenly she cried.
She felt a tightness in her bossom, like the strings of lyre drawn taut. She felt her breathing slow to an almost forced inhaling and exhaling and a rush of pain came to her head as norms, requirements, hopes, dreams all became personified in her mind...all screaming, all swirling round her. She saw what would be her future family, what would be a husband, what would be his arms holding her tight...then felt the restriction, the pressure...the gentle release in the lips of Lile, the wild eroticism of her body against the contours of hers. She swung as it were from feeling the bliss of union with Lile to the sheer pain as if tearing herself away from herself, the pain of breaking the norm.
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The preliminary sacrifices had been performed near the tree and it was cut down ceremoniously. Thereafter, the artists began their work in carving from the thick stately trunk the image of the Goddess. She would be tall, slender, youthful possessing all the qualities of the ideal woman. Indeed, she would be woman's epitome carved by the hands of man. Her hands would grant boons and dispel fear and her smile would warm the heart.
By late evening, the carving was complete. The image was simple - quite unlike the ones that stood in their temples on the mainland. No excessive jewlery or superfluous clothing was carved into this image. Instead, she was the virgin- pure, untouched by man...pristine.
She was brought to the great inner sanctum. It was a large hall with a large hearth in the eastern wall. In there burnt a passionate fire, alive with the vitality of the new Goddess. Huge windows opened to the west with broad sills such that one could comfortably recline on them. The northern end of the hall was sanctifed with water and a platform was raised. There was she put to stand, ready for her bath and adornments. The women of the clan came in and surrounded her. They hung veils round the platform such that the eyes of men may not intrude. Then with the love of sisters and mothers they bathed and adorned the image with silks and various metal jewelry.
At the end of this ritual, began another. It was believed that the Goddess was present in all women, but more strongly in the Virgin girl. As such, at the time of these festivals, it was the tradition to adorn a virgin girl together with the Goddess. Aideen was chosen this year and for special reason...After the festival of nine nights, she was to be wed - her hand given to Aidan the heir of the northern clans - the union of the north and south for political rest and peace.
So she too was bathed and ritually adorned. Her eyes shone behind the dark eye-lining and her countenece glowed, but her mind was wrought with the inherent guilt of one who breaks convention - without the strength to follow through.
She was lifted on a throne for all to see her beauty. She was praised for her chastity and every male drunk in her youthful body through their eyes, sending surges through their bodies. All looked from her to Aidan as the luck man to possess such a treasure. Helena look as well. She looked at Aidan from the shadows. She looked as the fires threw orange and red shades on the sharp contours of his face. And she saw the lust on his being. He turned, caught her eyes and held them still.
They stared. Exchanged vision and lust became almost palpable.
The drums started up...the heated strings joined in and music echoed in the hal as Aideen was taken around the room in a ceremonial procession, high up on her throne, supported by four strong men...a procession that displayed her - the Goddess to be given from Virginity to wedded joy.
The sun set in the west and in her eyes played images of lilies and swans. And in the heart of the mystic pool, locked in the most amorous of exchanges were Aingeal and Roan....the winds were at ease and waves thundered in bliss...
From their flowery loft Lile and Aideen gazed as the visitor sighed his greetings to Aingeal. It seemed that the very sound of his voice was the ocean's as the rumbling ecstacy of crashing waves were heard from his sighs. "He is Roan. His is the element of water and as such my superior. I must stay here no longer for fear of breaking the code of privacy..and so you too must leave," Lile spoke in hused accents,"When you open your eyes, by my powers divine you will find yourself warmly laid in your bed...may the lily that will be in your hand tell you that all that happpened was very much real."
So saying, she blew gently across Aideen's face and the latter dissappeared; Lile herself returning to her watery bower in utter silence.
The controlled and almost stern voice of Myrna flitered through her ears,"So wev'e been toying with nature's powers have we?" As Aideen, now alert in her bed floundered for words Myrna simply chuckled saying as she turned to leave the room,"Put the flower in some water lest it wilts. And gather yourself together, this evening we adorn the Goddess."
She breathed deeply. Looking out her window she tried to steady her composure as the das events came rushing back to her mind's eye in vivid detail replete with turbulent emotions and suddenly she cried.
She felt a tightness in her bossom, like the strings of lyre drawn taut. She felt her breathing slow to an almost forced inhaling and exhaling and a rush of pain came to her head as norms, requirements, hopes, dreams all became personified in her mind...all screaming, all swirling round her. She saw what would be her future family, what would be a husband, what would be his arms holding her tight...then felt the restriction, the pressure...the gentle release in the lips of Lile, the wild eroticism of her body against the contours of hers. She swung as it were from feeling the bliss of union with Lile to the sheer pain as if tearing herself away from herself, the pain of breaking the norm.
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The preliminary sacrifices had been performed near the tree and it was cut down ceremoniously. Thereafter, the artists began their work in carving from the thick stately trunk the image of the Goddess. She would be tall, slender, youthful possessing all the qualities of the ideal woman. Indeed, she would be woman's epitome carved by the hands of man. Her hands would grant boons and dispel fear and her smile would warm the heart.
By late evening, the carving was complete. The image was simple - quite unlike the ones that stood in their temples on the mainland. No excessive jewlery or superfluous clothing was carved into this image. Instead, she was the virgin- pure, untouched by man...pristine.
She was brought to the great inner sanctum. It was a large hall with a large hearth in the eastern wall. In there burnt a passionate fire, alive with the vitality of the new Goddess. Huge windows opened to the west with broad sills such that one could comfortably recline on them. The northern end of the hall was sanctifed with water and a platform was raised. There was she put to stand, ready for her bath and adornments. The women of the clan came in and surrounded her. They hung veils round the platform such that the eyes of men may not intrude. Then with the love of sisters and mothers they bathed and adorned the image with silks and various metal jewelry.
At the end of this ritual, began another. It was believed that the Goddess was present in all women, but more strongly in the Virgin girl. As such, at the time of these festivals, it was the tradition to adorn a virgin girl together with the Goddess. Aideen was chosen this year and for special reason...After the festival of nine nights, she was to be wed - her hand given to Aidan the heir of the northern clans - the union of the north and south for political rest and peace.
So she too was bathed and ritually adorned. Her eyes shone behind the dark eye-lining and her countenece glowed, but her mind was wrought with the inherent guilt of one who breaks convention - without the strength to follow through.
She was lifted on a throne for all to see her beauty. She was praised for her chastity and every male drunk in her youthful body through their eyes, sending surges through their bodies. All looked from her to Aidan as the luck man to possess such a treasure. Helena look as well. She looked at Aidan from the shadows. She looked as the fires threw orange and red shades on the sharp contours of his face. And she saw the lust on his being. He turned, caught her eyes and held them still.
They stared. Exchanged vision and lust became almost palpable.
The drums started up...the heated strings joined in and music echoed in the hal as Aideen was taken around the room in a ceremonial procession, high up on her throne, supported by four strong men...a procession that displayed her - the Goddess to be given from Virginity to wedded joy.
The sun set in the west and in her eyes played images of lilies and swans. And in the heart of the mystic pool, locked in the most amorous of exchanges were Aingeal and Roan....the winds were at ease and waves thundered in bliss...
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