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1. [DL-W] It's All Coming Back to Me Now (JP)
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Date: Wed, 27 Oct 2004 01:01:00 -0400
From: "Arlene" <wondermom@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
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Subject: [DL-W] It's All Coming Back to Me Now (JP)
Day 12
Late Evening
[SNIP]
"I shall retire after meeting with my young cousin, so you are free to
pursue. whatever delights your fancy." He spoke to Mahti with a
knowing
grin.
"As you wish." Mahti spoke softly and bowed and left the room as
quickly
as
he had stepped in.
[END SNIP]
Mahti was free, and his only thoughts was of the stolen moment he'd
shared with Eleanora in the garden. With his lute strung over his
shoulder he went in search of this enigmatic woman.
He walked beside a young man on the bridge across the river and asked
him where he might find the Warrenlady's Courier's apartment. The
warren dweller pointed out the apartment, which was high enough up the
cliff that he would have needed a dragon to reach it.
He craned his neck up at the cliff side and wondered briefly if he
could
scale the wall. Sighing, he unslung his lute and began to pick some
notes out, which became a tune to a familiar ballad. He began to sing
it, without giving it much thought -- but then realized with a little
chagrin that Eleanora wouldn't hear him playing it.
Cara stretched and sighed. Ever since the brief time in the garden
this
evening - during which her rider had that lovely...glow-y feel to her
-
Eleanora's thoughts had been bouncing back and forth faster than
a...well, those things they batted back and forth over the net on the
Green sometimes. She was just about ready to tell the silly human to
stop THINKING so much when she heard the faint strains of a lute.
Grinning, she left the ledge and swooped down, following the notes.
With a soft throaty hum of pleasure, she settled herself at Mahti's
side.
Mahti was delighted when the beautiful tiger's eye dragon landed
beside
him. "Are you here to take me to the ivory tower of my beloved? Why,
of course you are!"
Cara had no idea what the words meant, but the man's voice was rich
and
warm and he was the one made Eleanora stop THINKING - well, for a
little
while at least - and feel good. She ****ged him gently (for a 60 foot
beast) and then hunkered down so he could climb aboard.
She decided that it would be MUCH more fun to surprise her rider.
Mahti immediately understood that the dragon was indeed wanting to
trans****t him up to Eleanora and he visualized the young woman waiting
impatiently for him on the ledge above, though he couldn't see her
from
his position there at the base of the cliff. He slung his lute across
his back and clambered up, certainly not as gracefully as a rider
would,
yet, not completely without a degree of familiarity.
He held on tightly as he felt the dragon bunch below him before
propelling herself upward. He felt as if his stomach had been left on
the ground, but it caught up to him nicely when the dragon touched
down
on the ledge.
To his surprise, Eleanora was not on the ledge awaiting his arrival.
Then he grinned knowingly. She must be waiting inside, perhaps
dressed
in a seductive fa****on. He eagerly opened the door and surged in.
Eleanora patted her hair neatly with a satisfied nod. It had taken
her
three tries to properly rebraid her hair after she'd returned here
from
the Garden. The first time she MIGHT have put it down to hunger, if
she
a) hadn't had a snack immediately upon returning and b) wasn't so
honest
with herself.
No question, it was because of Mahti. His talk - romantic drivel she
tried hard not to call it - was disturbing. How could he be head over
ears after ONE night? One night, she thought grumpily that SHE
couldn't
even properly remember?
She firmly shoved those thoughts aside. She'd sit on the couch and
read
for a while before bed. That should clear her head. Fetching her
book
from the bedside table, she headed out into her living room - just in
time to see Mahti storm into the room.
"How the hell did you get up here?"
This certainly wasn't the greeting he'd been expecting. In fact it
couldn't have been more completely oposite to what he'd been
expecting.
"I came at your bidding, my lady. I heard your heart yearning for
mine.
And your soul-mate came to me and brought me here."
"My bidding?" El queried softly, now even more confused. The heart
yearning was clearly more of Mahti's "bard speech". The habit of
using
it was becoming a bit...much. Someone should speak to him about it.
And soul-mate?
<He means ME,> Cara interrupted, a tad grumpily. <You need to stop
thinking. He makes you feel good. Enough said.>
<No, it isn't en-> El stopped, frustrated. Cara was clearly not
interested in listening. But how did one explain to a non-rider that
dragons were not merely reflections of the rider, but annoying pests
with minds of their own?
"Ah, Mahti," she began hesitantly. "Cara won't have explained to
you...oh, well, obviously she can't, but you see, she didn't consult
with me at all and dragons, they sometimes get these whims and...."
She
broke off. By the goopy look on his face, he wasn't listening either.
She sank her head into her hands and, forgetting for the moment that
others could hear where she could not, muttered into them. "How do I
wind up in these messes?"
Confussed, Mahti had to wait until she raised her head from her hands
to
ask her what mess she had gotten into. But she continued to shake her
head and bury her face in her hands. So he reached out a hand and with
the tip of his finger raised her head until she was looking at him.
"If
there is trouble, my lady, set me to the task and I will do all I can
to
aid you."
Eleanora sighed. Was there any possible way to explain without
hurting
his feelings? He seemed so very sensitive. Well, she had to try,
didn't
she? It'd hurt worse later if she messed it up. She sighed and
murmured softly. "But you ARE the trouble, Mahti." She laid a hand
gently on his arm to try and ease the sting of her words. "You've
built
up this great romance on the night we shared together - a night I
can't
clearly remember." The feel of his warm skin sent her heart
skittering
along and she felt obscurely irritated. "And if my heart is yearning
for you, it hasn't bothered to tell ME, dammit and that's just not
fair!"
He smiled with relief. If he was the cause of her troubled mind, then
he most certainly had gotten under her skin. "Perhaps... I might be
able to help you recall that most magical of nights?" His finger had
lingered on her cheek and now sketched along her jawline. His eyes
****ning with warmth and desire.
Eleanora drew in her breath sharply. Even that most simple of touches
was sending all sorts of interesting messages throughout her body.
And
while she had only the blurriest of memories of that night she could
clearly remember the feeling the morning after. It had been filled
with
glorious satisfaction....until the embarrassment had kicked in - and
KEPT kicking in. And what would it hurt to try and remember after
all?
She lifted her eyes to his and managed a shaky smile. "Well," she
murmured, the faintest hint of tease in her voice, "I don't suppose it
would HURT anything....even if it didn't work."
He smiled a smile that made her knees weak.
"Well, let me see if this will help?" He murmured and leaned in and
kissed her lips softly. He pulled back and raised an eyebrow, "Did
it?
No? Let me try it again."
He leaned in again and kissed her again, lingering a bit longer before
breaking the kiss. This time he noticed that her eyes were closed.
He
watched as they opened slowly.
"Any more memories returning?" He asked.
Eleanora smiled slowly and shook her head. "Not yet," she murmured.
"This may take some time."
"Perhaps it might even take all night?" He winked.
Eleanora felt a soft laugh ripple upwards. "It could, at that," she
agreed.
(To be continued...)
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Summary:
Day 12
Late Evening -
After being dismissed from the service of the prince, Mahti
seeks Eleanora's company. Unable to climb to her apartment, he begins
to serenade her before belatedly realizing she would not hear him.
Cara, however, can, and the dragon takes it upon herself to fetch him
and surprise her rider. Eleanora is surprised, but not perhaps in a
bad
way. Trying to set the record straight with Mahti, Eleanora again
admits her lack of recollection of their one night together. However,
Mahti misunderstands and attempts to remind her. His attempt appears
to
work.
Respectfully submitted by:
Katrina Gischer
AKA
Eleanora and Cara
And
Arlene Jacobs
AKA
Mahti, the prince's bard.
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