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Discussing Beltane with Tracy and Gregory..among other things..
melody - Wednesday, March 24, 1999, 12:07 PM -------------------------------------------- A Bunny peeks out from a bush' Melody is sitting and meditating by the falls. A Bunny hops out and sniffs around looking forsomething taisty Melody has an open knife across her lap. A Bunny nibbles at a plant not seeming to notice the nonmoving human Melody lifts the knife and drives it into the soil, point down, eyes still closed. A Bunny freezes at the movement Melody chants very softly under her breath. A Bunny moves back over to the bushes and watches Melody's voice is very soft, even to rabbit ears. A Bunny sniffs the air and watches the odd human You mutter 'Bring it down, bring it in, power be here, power begin...' to Melody. A Bunnys ears perk up as he listens and watches Melody carves a rune in the soil. A Bunny nibbles on the bush Melody takes the blade back, wiping it on her pants. A Bunny preens ans watches Melody finally opens her eyes, glancing around. A Bunny freezes as you move Melody smiles a little, just watching you. A Bunny starts nibbling again as you don't seem about to attack Melody just watches. Slowly, she resheathes her blade, putting the bright sharp metal away. A Bunny sniffs the air again as he watches you The metal-scent is dimmer. She smells of herbs, and soap. A Bunny hops a bit closer to you watching Melody offers a hand. Gently. A Bunny hops almost with in reach and sniffs.. even if it weren't for the vest and watch youd think this bunny has been around people a bit.. Melody doesn't seem surprised by the vest and watch for some reason. A Bunny noses your hand Melody chuckles softly. "Bold..." she whispers. A Bunnys ears twitch Melody doesn't move, letting you act as you will. A Bunny noses your hand again.. then ducks his head under your hand Melody turns her hand from palm-up to palm-down slowly. A Bunnys fur is incredbly soft Melody isn't scritching yet. Just hovering. A Bunny looksup at the hand A Bunny checks to see if maybe you are holdng a treat out to him Melody slowly begins to scritch. A Bunny tilts his head so you can hit the right spots Melody chuckles again, her fingers gentle. A Bunny seems to like it Melody is very careful, in case you decide you don't like it anymore. Rodent teeth hurt. A Bunny hops closer and leans against you Melody blinks, then lays a hand flat against your side. A Bunny sniffsat your pocket just incase you are hiding any treats in there Melody isn't, no. A Bunny nuzzles your hand Melody just...blinks. A Bunnys ears perk up and he freezes A Bunny bolts for the bushes A Bunny makes his way up the trail, back towards civilization. (After that encounter, Mel goes visiting..) Melody knocks on the door. Gregory glances up, and calls out as he turns the page, glancing through the window, "Come in!" Melody comes in, feet bare (in October?) and legs slightly damp. "Hey!" Gregory's brow rises, curiously, at that; he inclines his head, "Hullo there..." You say, "How're you doing today?" Melody sits on your floot. Gregory tilts a brow as you sit on the foor; he nods, "I'm doing quite well, thanks..yourself?" Melody leans back on her hands. "Getting refreshed. Been up the parkway?" Gregory hmms; he considers, "Some I guess...why?" You say, "I was just at the falls. Wonderful place." Gregory ahhs; he nods, "I've visited there a few times. Rather cold to go swimming, wouldn't you say...?" You say, "Of course, but that's what makes it refreshing." Gregory shrugs, "Ahh...I see." He chuckles, lightly, and stretches. You say, "You should try it." Gregory blinks, "Ahh...no. I don't think that'd be a good idea. I'd catch cold or something." You say, "No, you wouldn't. Colds aren't caused by water." Gregory chuckles, "No, but the cold can weaken your body." You say, "Not THAT much." Melody grins at you challengingly. Gregory chuckles, "I'm not a healthy fellow, miss." You say, "Well, certainly someone you know can remedy that." Gregory chuckles; he tilts a brow, "Oh? Who can remedy that?" You say, "Someone with enough knowledge of the Power." Gregory's brow rises, and he shrugs, "I don't think anyone has enough power in the animae, I'm afraid, that I know of..." You say, "Why, what'd you do to yourself?" Gregory blinks, "Do?" He chuckles, "I'm about average. Your average person'll get sick going swimming in this weather." You say, "Your average person won't go in the water in this season." Gregory chuckles, "That's 'cause if they did, they'd get sick." You say, "No, they don't want to feel the cold." Gregory chuckles, "That too." Melody grins. "Is that really the problem?" Gregory chuckles, "Is what really the problem?" You say, "That you don't want to have the sensation?" Gregory shrugs, "If I want the sensation, I'll go to an Ice Realm." Melody shakes her head. "You do everything magickally." Gregory chuckles, "No, I do everything -safely-." You say, "Why go elsewhere to experience, when you can do so much right here?" Gregory chuckles; he tilts a wry brow, "Why experience something like cold?" You say, "Why not?" Gregory shrugs, "Why? It's not exactly the nicest sensation?" You say, "Doesn't mean you should be afraid of it." Gregory chuckles; he comments, "I'm not afraid of it. I just don't -want- it." You say, "Why not?" Melody is a little damp in hair and clothes, and her feet are bare. "Hey!" Tracy smiles, "Hi Sis!" he immediately reaches out and gathers you close in his warm, well defined, arms. "Umm, your hair...and no shoes...what's up?" he asks a little worridly. Melody hugs, her body cold. "Nothing, I was just swimming." Tracy mmms, "You feel cold. Come on in and lets get you warmed up darling Sister. Did you have fun swimming?" You say, "Lots. You should come next time!" Melody sticks close to you for warmth as she enters. Tracy murmurs softly, "Heh...umm, sure...I'd, love to come along...." You say, "Want to go up there Samhain eve?" Tracy blinks, "S...So-ween? What is that?" Melody enunciates. "Sow-wenn. It's the Fall Festival, pretty much." Tracy ohs softly, "How long from now?" he sounds intrigued but hesitant for some reason... You say, "The 31st. Why?" Tracy grins a bit, "Halloween huh?" he shakes his head, "Well..umm... nothing...well...not really..." Melody grins. "Spill it, hon. You're already married, can't be that.." Indeed, it does not seem to be that. The Gothlinng lowers his head and shuffles his feet almost like a sullen child. The tall, beautiful Darkling demures in absolute shame as he admits in a barely audible mumble, "I never learned to swim" You say, "Oh! Well, I can teach you. And besides, it's shallow enough to wade in most places." Tracy runs his fingers through his long tresse and blinks at you. HE nods a bit, "You'll teach me? I've gone wading plenty...but never swimming..." You say, "Of course. But only if you want." Tracy nods, "Oh yes! I would love it if you taught me to swim Sis!" Melody grins and sits on the floor near the heater. "Then I will. Do you want to celebrate Samhain with me?" Tracy smiles, "Yes, as...umm, long as it does not entail anything... ummm...." he gestures, "Untoward..." You say, "Like what?" Tracy says, "Well...the only one of the Old Religion holidays I know about is Beltaine...and then admittedly not much..."" Melody laughs. "I see. All right. No, this isn't like Beltane. No sex unless you want it. Besides, sex isn't necessary then unless you're priesting the Rite.." Tracy says, "And by the way I have fesh towels if you want one..." he nods, blushing a little as you laugh. Then looks confused, "It isn't necessarry at Beltaine unless you are priesting the Rite? Umm...do...are initiates required to as well but not others then?"" You say, "Anyone can. The priest MUST. But I don't have a priest, so." She shrugs. "Moot point. I don't need a towel, really." Tracy nods, "Well, I do not want you to be cold and that heater is not the best." he looks a little confused still, "Do Verbena...umm, nowadays, not require their initiates to choose a sexual partner for the Beltaine fires?" Melody blinks. "Require? There are plenty of reasons NOT to require it... like Will or Quests or...Require? It's not been." Tracy says, "Oh...I must have heard wrong..." Tracy demures, "Sure you don't want a towel sis?" You say, "Positive. Where did you hear that?" Tracy licks his lips, "From a source I thought reliable...but..all Verbena Covens are not the same, right?" You say, "Noo....but most go by the same guidelines....Tracy, what's in your head, hon?" Tracy sighs, turning away from you, standing within arms length. His thigh length tresses look like the earth itself spun from silk, his bared arms in ther musculature like a sculpture of terra. Yet his cafe-au-lait form is cloaked in the black that claims this scientist as a goth and his voice reflects an introspectiveness. "A dream. A dream of something my Avatar prodded me about but I thought of as only possibility without basis until I came here and met Iris. A dream of a life long ago. A life I lived." You say, "All right. This sounds like a brushing-hair tale. Go get your brush." Tracy retrieves a brush from a nearby drawer, moving like a shadow in silence. He comes back over to you without a word and sets indian style before you, brush held in his hands, "You brushing mine or me brushing yours?" You say, "Me brushing yours. FRom the look of you, this wasn't a good memory. Turn around!" Melody spins her finger in a circle, smiling at you. Tracy turns around and settles his hair about him. It makes a fan of silk upon the floor, shimmering in its healthy sheen. But it could use a brushing, such long, fine, hair gets kinks so quickly. Melody starts at the bottom, taking a handful and working out the knots. She lets you begin at your own speed. Tracy says, "A long time ago..." Tracy can be heard to smirk, "In a Galaxy far far away...."" Melody takes the brush and makes a swooshing noise and motion near your ear. Tracy says, "I remember the story through the eyes of the man I was. Thrrough the minute piece of that man who is still within my essence. The first memories of the dream were of a woman. A woman I met at the Beltaine fires seven years previous. A beautiful woman. She had long, dark hair and a body that was as supple as a cat's...the product of hard work and training as a prriestess. It was the first time I had been to the Beltain fires. A night that I and three other boys were to pledge to the Druids and undergo the Great Rite to start on our paths. I felt excitement and fear as she stood accross the way...waiting...waiting for me..."" Melody closes her eyes, listening. She doesn't offer a link, as she begins to brush again. Tracy takes a deep breath, his long tresses are as soft as silk in your fingers. Dry as they are, they flow like water betweween your fingers and the bristles of the brush. The knots you hit are easily taken care of by knowing hands... Melody sniffs the hair for the sweet scent she remembers from that day before. As she untangles the knots, she makes long, sweeping strokes down your back that make your skin tingle. Tracy says, "To say that it was a wondederful" his hair bears the familiar scent of Jasmine. Not too strong, mingled with herbs, "experience would have been to compare a candle's light to a supernova. It was m first Sabbat...I..I could FEEL the power of the Gods coarsing through mmy veins. I took her as she took me in, and reknewed the cycle of life that night. In th emonths that followed, I was swept away in my training....immersed in a world of priests and music...of prayer..."" Melody asks softly "How old?" Tracy says, "I'm not sure. I was a boy become man. I am not sure even of the time period exactly...." You sense her affirmation more than hear it. "Go on." Tracy's long tresses are like cool silk. They shimmer with the faint red and gold highlights amongst them, their earthen color as rich as soil "Not until the following Beltaine did I have hopes of seeing her again. I went to the fires in hopes of finding her...only then did I hear there had been a daughter born of our union. I asked to see the child and she told me it was nto allowed. That THE daughter, rather ahan calling her OUR daughter, was being raised as was befitting a child of such a union. I did not know what that meant at that time and no one would tell me. And She was seven years older than I...alot further along n her studies, but I knew in the present that was the dream that she knew what she was doing. She knew what would become of the child..." Tracy tries hard to hold back the sob that wracks im. Who can blame him as a father with a child on the way in the present...
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