June 11, 2011

Good Intentions - Part 3

Written by Clint and Amanda

A cozy fire crackled in the hearth as Felina poured two glasses of wine, “I don’t believe I’ve ever had such an old vintage. This will be a treat.” She smiled as she handed a glass to Pale and took one for herself. She gestured to the settee in the sitting area before the fire, “Have a seat.”

She swirled the wine in the goblet, enjoying the fragrance of it before finally taking a sip. She closed her eyes as she savored the heady flavor, “Mmmm… That’s really good.”

Pale took a seat next to her and lifted the glass to take in the scent of the wine, “I thought it might knock me out, but it smells quite pleasant.” He took a sip as well, “Very unusual, but once more, I almost expected to find myself on the floor after a taste of it. I am still amazed at just how old it is. I must say the taste is unlike anything I have encountered.”

Felina nodded, “The technique elves use to make their wine ensures that it will age quite well, even after centuries. It’s a trade secret, I hear. A human wine would probably be pure alcohol by now.” She tipped the glass back for a drink, “This is smooth though. Far more complex than a younger wine. The alcohol’s there, but I don’t taste it as strongly as I expected.”

She took another drink, savoring it, “I have to say, though, as good as the wine is, the company’s better.” She grinned.

Pale smiled gently back at her, “Maybe the wine is better than you think. In all seriousness, I am really glad that you are enjoying the gifts. That I happened upon them was quite fortuitous. More than anything, I am glad that we are able to talk and have moments like this despite everything that has happened. Though I must say, sometimes it seems almost as if those events happened to someone else, and I was simply a spectator.”

“I really do love the gifts, Pale. You didn’t have to get me anything, but, honestly, I’m really glad you did.” She flushed slightly, “I’m glad we can talk too. I had missed it so.” Felina looked into the fire as she sipped the wine, “I tried really hard to forget everything after that night I found you in that burning inn. I tried to forget you… but I couldn’t. I must have thought of you every day I was gone. I missed you.”

Pale took another sip of the wine as he looked ahead, “I cannot say that I blame you, but I am glad that you were unable to do so. I wish I could forget those events myself, but they are something I must remember always. I will not allow myself to live with regret for we are fortunate to have any moments that we are given. Years back, I honestly would have never imagined sitting here with you like this. I still remember seeing you in the Blue Beer’d tavern when I used to stop in for a drink. As much as I preferred the calm and stillness of the cemetery, I always found myself willingly entering that loud and crowded place quite often.”

Felina looked at him, surprised, “You didn’t like crowds and yet you came anyway? Was the ale that good?”

Pale laughed loudly, “The ale was actually quite terrible, though I must say the taste became quite familiar and comfortable after a while. I should go back there for a drink sometime, but anyway, I am not really sure what drew me there in the first place really. I happened to pass it one night and on a lark decided to have a drink. Especially then, I was a very much set in my ways, so it was quite unlike me. I just had the feeling that it was worth a look.”

“When you go back, be sure to let me know. I’d like another one of their terrible ales too!” Felina laughed, “I remember you as well. It was pretty hard to miss you, in fact. You stuck out like a sore thumb with that black robe and white hair. I remember seeing you from the stage as I performed. Whether I was dancing or playing or just singing, you always caught my eye when you were in the crowd.” She glanced at him sideways, “I almost approached you one night, but I decided not to.”

Pale looked into his wine glass for a moment before realizing it was empty, “You most likely would not have gotten much out of me back then. At that point, I was still unused to dealing with the living, other than the clergy of Pharasma. I had lost contact with those that made it possible for me to get safely from my homeland to Ceranna. I suppose I only wanted to leave it all behind and forget everything even though I owed them so much. Perhaps even my life.”

Felina nodded, “I can certainly understand that. I was doing much the same. Trying to forget the past, only I went at it differently than you did. Singing, dancing, drinking, men… That’s how I lived. Doing anything and everything that gave me pleasure, that made me forget.” She finished off her glass and poured another and then refilled Pale’s glass. “I saw how you turned away others who would have been companions, so I didn’t try to approach you. I figured you wouldn’t be much fun.” She chuckled. “No offense.”

Pale laughed loudly again, “I have made much headway in that department. Have I not? It was strange and perhaps illogical, but back then I was wary of anyone who would seek me out for companionship. Rather I would not have trusted such a person’s judgment, and I thought it pretty obvious that I wanted a table to myself. Well, had you spoken to me at that time and place, things might not have went as well as they did up until now.”

Felina giggled with amusement, “Well, I’m glad I didn’t now, though I’m sure you couldn’t have trusted my judgment at the time.” She smiled and then sighed, “I remember that first assignment we went on. The one with the murdered nobleman. I remember the celebration we had at the Blue Beer’d afterwards. I tried to get you to dance with me or at least let me dance for you.” She laughed, “You’d have none of it!”

Pale smiled at her, “I must admit I wanted nothing more than to return to my room for some peace and quiet.” His expression suddenly became more serious, “Do you ever think of why we ended up together, Felina? I know why, but really what it is about us? I do not mean that in a manner to question my Goddess’s will, and I know our purpose is remain resolute when others cannot, but it feels as if there is something beyond that. I cannot put my finger on it.” Pale faltered for a moment before he put a hand to his head, “This is far more potent than it would seem…”

“I don’t know… I’ve always felt drawn to you for some reason. I’ve never been away from you that I didn’t miss you. I’ve cursed that feeling so many times, but it’s probably why I didn’t hesitate to use the Font. I couldn’t bear to just let you go…” She shook her head of the thought, “Since the revelation of our destiny, our purpose, I just figured it was because Pharasma wanted us to be close. To be a team.” She leaned her head back almost thinking aloud, “Come to think of it though, I don’t feel the same about Cervil or Aric. There’s something undoubtedly special about you… What is it…” She continued to think for a moment more as she sipped from her glass, “Maybe because you’re a priest and I almost became a priestess myself. Maybe because we like some of the same things. Gardening, tea, fine food, sparring, dancing… You do like dancing don’t you? You always dance with me at social gatherings now. Am I assuming too much? I seem to be rambling now.” She shook her head, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. “I don’t know what it is between us, Pale. I just know I don’t feel that way about anyone else.”

Pale closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them widely as he looked into his empty wine glass, “No, I do not suppose I feel the same with Aric or Cervil either.” He chuckled briefly before clearing his throat, “I admit we do have some surface things in common, and though I cannot say that I enjoy dancing in general, there are circumstances in which I actually enjoy it greatly, such as the Dance of the Spiral. Most people will look at us and say that we cannot be more different, but there are many things we have in common despite our obvious differences. There is something more than mundane commonalities though. As time passes, I feel more and more as if I have known you far longer than I have. If you think about it, we really have not even been around each other for that long, especially given the elven lifespan, but we have seen things that most could not even imagine in an entire lifetime.”

Felina looked at him thoughtfully, studying his features for a moment before setting down her empty wine glass and leaning across the settee to take his face in her hand. She stared into his eyes for a long time before speaking, “I know what it is… I’ve been trying to put my finger on it, and now it just seems so clear.” She eased herself into a more comfortable position closer to Pale, sitting somewhat sideways her knee grazing his thigh, “It’s the eyes. I knew those eyes from the first moment I saw them. That’s what drew me. I had seen them before, but I’d never seen you in my life. How is that possible?”

He dropped his empty wine glass close to the floor, “I am not sure, Felina. They are nothing like either my mother’s or my father’s, and everyone has always told me they are unlike any in my family’s line. I must say I feel the same overwhelming familiarity when I see you smile. I saw it often back then, but it is much rarer these days. It is only now that I realize that is part of what made me want to keep coming back to the tavern. Though your smile is a beautiful one, it is more than that. The sight of it always brought me great comfort when nothing else would. It is as if your eyes light up when you smile, and the once distant light of a far away star is brought almost within reach.”

Felina blushed and looked down, drawing the hand back that had rested on his cheek. The smile that came to her lips was obvious, though, and the warmth of pleasure emanating from her was literally palpable to Pale’s newfound senses. “I’ve never heard you say such a thing.” She paused a moment to gather her thoughts that had seemed to scatter at Pale’s words, “I’ve often thought such about your smile too. I’ve done everything I could to see it since the first time you smiled at me. It transformed you. You seemed so different than the somber, joyless person you once were. You seemed warm and gentle. It’s the reason I knew that you weren’t the cold, uncaring person the world saw you as. It’s why I believed in you even though, at times, your humanity seemed so utterly lost. It’s why I mourned when I thought you were lost to me. I’m glad you’re not though. I’m so glad you’re here.” She smiled again and looked shyly up at him from under her lashes. “You know… you’re very handsome when you actually smile. It’s quite powerful, you know. You could capture the heart of any woman in Ceranna with that smile. Not many men can boast such a thing.”

Pale shook his head, “Somehow I think you are mistaken on the number of women seeking a physically and mentally scarred servant of Pharasma as a potential mate. I would say that you are bored of the men that you encounter every day in this city. The overwhelming earthliness or the money and false charms can only go so far. Either they are far too grounded in reality, or they exist in their own fantasies where they believe they are of far more importance than they really are. I am not lost at all, Felina. I simply cannot wear my heart on my sleeve. I know you do not present yourself as you really are either, though you do put forth a more cheerful countenance.”

Felina laughed loudly, “Wow, Pale. You just can’t take a compliment, can you? I think you underestimate yourself. No one knows you quite like I do though, do they?” She stopped suddenly, looking somewhat concerned, “And no one else will, will they? Why don’t you ever have a woman? Don’t you want someone? Don’t you want a family? Children? Natural children, I mean.”

Pale shook his head and stopped to glance at her, “I can take a compliment, but I have done nothing to deserve such praise, though I do appreciate the sentiment. Felina, I am only saying that most women do not find me as approachable as you do, and it took a unique set of circumstances for you to view me the way you do now. I do somehow doubt that anyone else will ever know me as well as you do, and I have never desired for many to know me. I do prefer it that few know me, but the ones that do know me well. To further answer you, I most selfishly do want children, more than a servant of Pharasma is expected to desire, but given the circumstances, I cannot see bringing a child into this world in its current state. Keros is a blessing, but his life has uniquely prepared him for hardships in a way that I do not wish on any child.”

“What about after everything? Once we’ve gotten past this world’s crisis? If we can finally bring peace to this world, what will you do then?”

Pale braced his head with his hand, the elven spirits affected him more than he realized, but he struggled to answer her honestly despite its effects, “I wish nothing more than to bring peace to this world, Felina. If the only threat left behind is that which mortals bring upon ourselves, then maybe I can feel no further obligations to shoulder man’s burdens. I cannot say how facing this monstrosity will change us, but as I feel now, if we can survive the hardships looming before us, then I say we all deserve to have mortal desires come to pass. There is only so much selflessness that one man can suffer in a lifetime with nothing but his own noble intentions to comfort him.”

Felina grinned up at him, “That’s good to hear. I’d love to see your children. I can be Auntie Felina…” She laughed. “Listen to me! I’m already making plans for you! I’m sorry!” She laughed again, her spirits lifting again. “As for now, though. I’m glad to be right here with you. The only woman with your attention.” She reached up and absently began twirling a lock of white hair around her finger, humming quietly, “Your hair’s so pretty…” Her cheeks flushed but with no hint of embarrassment whatsoever, the alcohol warming her blood, “Can you really tell what I’m feeling?”

Pale laughed as if hearing something darkly funny for the first time ever, “This has gotten quite strange I must say. You might as well join in planning for my future, since it’s not up to me anyway.” He somehow had a second bottle of the rare wine opened and in his hands, “I can tell what you are feeling.” Pale touched his index fingers to each of his temples, “You are feeling the history of your people. They made this wine to go with their dinner. They did not mean for you and some human to drink like common ale, but I guess they are not here to stop us, now are they?” He was laughing in a way Felina hadn’t heard, only now from the floor.

Felina giggled delightedly at the sight of Pale saluting her from the floor with the wine bottle, “No, I don’t suppose they are. And I don’t suppose you can feel anything other than the wine now either!” She went to her hands and knees beside him, “Now, don’t hog it all!” She reached for the bottle Pale brandished in his hand and found herself more unsteady than she thought, despite being on all fours.

He handed her the bottle, “I wonder if this was cheap common wine to them long ago. Maybe it was, and they would have had quite a laugh if you told them people would end up in a bidding war over it long after they were dead. Maybe the barkeep at the Blue Beer’d could stick some of his house ale in the basement for his great, great grandkids to sell one day.”

Felina grinned as she took a swig from the bottle, “Yeah right. Us elves make this stuff to last. This would be vinegar if humans had bottled it. No offense to you or any of your kind.” She quirked an eyebrow, “Although, you’re not all human anymore, are you?” She smiled devilishly, “You’ve got a little bit of me in you now.”

Pale shook his head and smirked, “Have you been waiting to work that into a conversation? I guess I am a half-elf now. Do you think my ears will grow points on them?” He rubbed his ears for a short time, “Maybe we should save some of it and drink it in a few hundred years, or maybe we can drink it all before we battle the great beast. Then we will feel no pain. Nothing will stop us then.”

“Ha! I’ll be old in a few hundred years now. We’d better not wait that long!” She reached out and ran her finger along his ear, “Hmmm… I think you are getting pointed ears.” She crawled a bit closer, leaning in to get a closer look and brushing a white strand out of her way, “You are! You’re gonna have Aric ears before long!”

Pale feigned a serious expression, “Poor Aric, trying to leap from rooftop to rooftop with the old ball and chain around his ankle.” Pale laughed at himself for a second, “You know Pharasma has no precept against marriage. I mean, it does often lead to children, so why would she? Most of her servants are quite strange though, so it is not all that common. All those stuffed robes would be jealous that I am having that I am having drinks with such a beautiful woman.”

Felina giggled, “Would they now? You’re the only priest of Pharasma that’s even looked at me more than once. I think they only care if a woman can make babies.” She tilted her head slightly, “Do you really think I’m beautiful?”

Pale shrugged, “Of course I do. I see things as they are. Do not let anyone fool you. Some are more obvious about it, but it is only natural for us, even the ones that deal with death day in and day out. Some admit their feelings and pursue you openly, and others try to bury them away. Rest assured, they have noticed you every time you entered the temple.” Pale laughed loudly again.

Felina laughed with him, “I never would have expected that. You priests of Pharasma are so hard to read. You’re not like them though. You’re blessedly different.” She smiled, leaning forward, “So are you the one that’s going to get married out of that temple? Break the trend? You seem to be breaking a lot of temple conventions.” She took a drink, handing the bottle back to Pale.

“Some in the temple are married, though it is very rare. Mostly because the kind of person who likes to hang around someone who tends to the dead is usually not marriage material, and most of them have the personality and countenance of a corpse,” He gave her a knowing nod as if she was also in on some obvious secret, “but there are open-minded people like you out there. Rare as they are.” He nudged her in the arm repeatedly, often dangerously close to missing his otherwise decent mark, “I think any conventions I have broken are from your bad influence, Felina.” He leaned close to look her eye to eye, but only one eye to the other and grinned widely with all wine-stained teeth.

Felina chuckled mischievously, “Oh, I’ve been a bad influence then?” She batted her lashes, feigning innocence, “But I’m such a good, straight-laced girl. What bad could you ever learn from me?” She punctuated her statement by trailing a finger lightly across his jaw and down his neck giggling as goose flesh appeared under her touch. Mischief and humor rose off of her as she grinned up at him. “Those priests know nothing of me!”

Pale grabbed her hand somewhat roughly and pulled her close, “Just what is it that you can teach me? What is it you have that I need?” He reached up to run his hand down her flushed cheek and quickly withdrew it, pretending to look away from her.

Felina smiled, the game warming her blood in a completely unexpected way, “A soft touch, for one. A woman’s touch.” She placed her hand on his chest and leaned in, “I had meant to teach you peace… control over your new senses when I started learning the art of the kestra’chern. As it turns out, you didn’t need my help after all…” Her fingers trace over the soft black fabric, “Still, it’s a shame for my skills to go to waste…”

For a moment Pale seemed to steady, “After much chaos, I was able to bring about some measure of peace, but at a great cost. As I have always strove to do, I did what was necessary.” But that soon drifted away in the inebriated haze once more, “I think you just give up too easily. I always told you to show more aggression.” Suddenly, he started to topple off to the side, and in an attempt to catch himself, sent a table and everything atop it crashing to the floor. With that, he tipped over the rest of the way and accidently took Felina down with him too as he burst out laughing.

***** (Story warms up here, but no adult content) *****


Felina sat up slightly, chuckling as she looked down, propping herself on Pale’s chest, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were the one being aggressive here.” With a devilish gleam in her eyes, she felt her way down to his waist, “I can be much more aggressive if you wish, though…” She tugged at the belt holding the robe closed, her hands seeming to have lost none of their dexterity from her inebriation.

Felina felt his calloused hands as they suddenly cupped her face, and Pale slowly lifted his face up to hers to look her in the eyes, “Just what exactly are you doing?” And then he fell back down roughly to the floor.

Felina smiled softly at his uncertain reaction her hands stopping just as they’d loosened the belt, “I just want to...” She looked down at him, “I don’t know. I just wanted to see you… touch you…” She looked momentarily confused, “Is that wrong? I just wanted to make you feel good. You told me to be more aggressive.” She lowered herself so she could look into his eyes, “What do you want?”

Pale looked up into her questioning eyes, barely comprehending the world around them as the wine wreaked havoc on him, but something cut through it all. What do you want? She asked me this before, didn’t she? I couldn’t tell her then, but I still remember every word she said. Something vivid, almost like a memory, flashed in his mind for a brief moment. We’re here now. So much lead us to this moment. Do you still want him dead? Just say the word, and I will kill him for you. I will do anything for you. “I would do anything for you too.” He pulled her down and kissed her full on the lips, drawing her close.

The kiss sent a shock through her, the likes of which she’d never felt. Her body tensed against it, but soon she felt herself melting, relaxing into the embrace. Her fingers flexed, clutching him with the pleasure of it. As he pulled away she felt a certain lightheadedness she couldn’t quite attribute to the wine, “Pale…” She leaned her forehead against his and sighed, “If you were anyone else… If you were any other man… If only… If only…  Why?” She shook her head even as she leaned it against his, “Why did that feel so…” the room swayed around her, “so wonderful…”

His eyes were still closed, “Why should it not feel so? I am not any other man, but I am still a man. My calling in life cannot change that.” A smile played on his lips.

“It’s not your calling. It’s who you are… Who you are to me.” She reached up to run her thumb over his cheek, “I shouldn’t want you. Not like this. I know I had a reason not to... For the life of me I can’t remember why.”

Pale nodded as if he really understood, “You can have many men based on your physical beauty alone, Felina, but most will never truly have you. There is more to you than just your body, Felina. Very few are lucky enough to see that.”

Felina opened her eyes, her head still leaning against his, “You have me. You know I’m yours, right?” She reached for his hand, pressing it to her breast, the warmth of her emotion palpable, “You are my heart.”

Pale stared into her eyes for what seemed an eternity, “I always had to earn it before. What have I done to earn it in this lifetime?” Pale seemed confused at what he said to her, sighed and lowered his head to rest on the floor.

“This lifetime…” Felina shook her head, “I’m not sure what you mean… You’ve never had to earn it. It simply was… is…” She smiled, “Always will be… Pale, can you feel this?” Her fingers tightened around his still pressed tightly to her breast. “It’s the feeling only you’ve been able to give me. No one else even comes close.”

Pale suddenly sat up and pushed her back down to the floor, his robe falling open to reveal a soft shirt of black silk, “Of course I can feel it. I have felt many things for you. Among many other things, I am still a man, but what is it about me that strikes such passion within you? Can you tell me that? I am the herald of death, the pale spirit that denies the grave in order to put others in their own. What can I possibly offer someone so full of life? I want to understand you, Felina.”

Felina reached up, brushing a white strand behind his ear and stared into his eyes, “I can’t rightly say… I just know how you make me feel. You’re not the terrifying specter you make yourself out to be, at least not to me. You give me my own sense of life, a sense of belonging. I was alone until you came along. You’ve protected me, stood beside me, made me strong.” She paused, running her fingers lightly through the long white strands, “I need you.”

Pale sighed, “You never make things easy, Felina. I always told myself that I wanted a simple life, but somehow I always knew that would never happen.” Pale looked her directly in the eyes, “Why should I fight it anyway? We both want it, but we have always been afraid to admit it. Why fight something that we feel so powerfully? We cannot even guarantee we will live to see another day, so why do we struggle against our desires?” His expression was unlike anything she had seen before. There was more to it than she had seen in anyone before.  The intense passion he felt was obvious in the look that he gave her as he had clearly stopped trying to hold himself back. His arms wrapped tightly around her, and he lifted her up to kiss her with an intensity that took her breath away.


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She froze for a moment in his grasp, not expecting to feel such passion from him. Why indeed? She felt herself at once relax in his arms even as her heart began to pound. She slipped her arms around his neck, returning the embrace. As she kissed him back, she felt his arms tighten around her in response. She pulled away for a moment too breathless to speak, “Pale…  Please… don’t stop.”

Pale exclaimed breathlessly, “Why would I stop now?” With great urgency, he managed to untie her satin night robe and cast it away leaving only the short negligee beneath. Using his other hand, he freed his robe and cast it away in one swift motion. She could feel the soft silk he wore against her skin as he pulled her even closer.

Felina gasped at the swiftness of his reaction, and she struggled into a sitting position, even he pressed his lips to hers in another fevered kiss. As he drew back for breath, she managed to gasp out a small plea, “The bed… please…” They paused only for a moment to stumble unsteadily to their feet, all the while never breaking the closeness of the embrace. Her blood burned at the feel of his hands on her body, and she reached for the silk shirt, tugging it up, frantic to feel more of him.

His deftness surprised her as he unfastened and flung away his finely-made shirt while he moved her to the bed in one swift motion. Her fingers eagerly traced his taut muscles as he pressed himself close to her.  Drawing her into an embrace that hinted at every line of their bodies, he reached behind her to slowly loosen the strands of her nightdress, “I need you, Felina.”

The words made her ache with desire, “Oh gods, I need you too…” She reached between them for the laces of his trousers, making swift work of the ties with her practiced hands and managing to brush against him in a way that made him gasp with pleasure. He managed to loosen the nightdress enough for it to slip off her shoulders and to the floor, and she fell back onto the bed, naked save for the lace of the panties she wore. She stared up at him, desire lighting her eyes and making her chest rise and fall with each panting breath.

Their bodies writhed in the promise of ecstasy that seemed so close as nothing stood between their flesh any longer. I need you…I need you…I need you…so many voices, so familiar and yet so distant beckoned to him with the same pledge. I fought for you, I died for you, and you know I would do anything for you. You know that despite everything. That much will never change. Pale lost himself in the moment, thinking to himself...such sadness…and despite it all, so many happy moments, but no matter what, there will never be another moment like this one. Countless centuries returned to him, one after another, “Goddess, Queen, Princess, Servant, Betrayer, Friend, Arbiter, Slayer, Oracle, Innocent, Beautiful death, Lover, my soul, I will always know you, and I would give anything to show you who I truly am.”

His hands moved over her as the strange words poured from him, coming to rest at the top of the small bit of lace that still covered her. So strange and yet so familiar. I’ve heard this before. This is not the first time he has called me by these names. I am all of them and none of them at once. And so is he… my God, King, Prince, Prisoner, Betrayed, Friend, Thief, Warrior, Fiend, Follower, Lover, Soulmate. I’ve known him all along. I know who he is…  “I know you.” And then the moment of clarity was gone, as was the lace that had covered her.  His hand slid up her thigh and came to rest on her hip, his touch warm on the exposed flesh there. His body pressed against hers and she shuddered with need.  “Wait… wait…”

His hand still rested on her hip, and though he made no attempt to remove it, he also made no further advances. Pale whispered breathlessly to her as he reluctantly stopped himself, “Wait?”

“This… this isn’t how it should be. Not with you. I’ve had this with every man I’ve ever been with.” At his questioning look, she continued, “I want things to be different with you… because I care about you. I don’t want to ruin what we have with some wine-soaked evening.” She reached up and stroked her hand across his cheek, “Do you think… we could take things slow? I’ve… I’ve never done that before. I want you so much. I just don’t want to spoil things by going too fast. I want to cherish you. I want to savor each kiss… each touch. Every moment with you.” Her hand stroked downwards, and came to rest on his chest right above his heart, “I want to be yours… completely, but we can’t do this. Not this way.” She looked up at him pleadingly, hoping he would understand.

There was always so much behind her beautiful exterior. He closed his eyes to focus on her touch and reached to caress her hand. He had yearned to do even something as innocent that for so long. Only now did he truly realize just how much he really cared for her. He slowly rested his head against hers, “I will always wait for you, Felina. As long as it takes.”

Felina sighed, a rich warmth filling her, “Do you think, you could just hold me close? Just for a little while? I want to at least feel you close to me, just a little longer.”

Tenderly, he drew her close into his arms as fiery passion faded into the warmth of genuine affection. As he drew the covers up around them, she sighed contentedly and nestled against him, resting her head on his chest. He felt the warmth of her skin and she the slow beating of his heart as the sweet stillness of the moment faded into a peaceful sleep.

June 10, 2011

Good Intentions - Part 2

Written by Clint and Amanda

The night was quiet and still. Felina sat in the drawing room before the fire and sipped her tea with pleasure. A knock at the front door and the sound of male voices conversing with the butler pricked her ears. Felina sat back and waited. If it was important, the butler would let her know, although she silently hoped there would be no suitors tonight. Court was stressful today, with the scandalous glances and whispers the human nobility thought she couldn’t hear. She closed her eyes and silently said a prayer to whatever goddess would hear her tonight. Please, just no suitors. I’d just like to relax.

A moment later, the butler did indeed come to the door, “My lady, a delivery has arrived for you just now.”

Felina raised an eyebrow. A delivery at this time of night? She set down her cup and walked out into the foyer to see Pale standing beside a rather large set of crates and looking strangely expectant. “Pale?”

As Felina stepped into the foyer, Pale greeted her with an awkward smile, “Given how things have been for some time, and I do not want this to seem as if I am trying to bribe you or any such, but I just want to give you something to show you my gratitude for your friendship. That is all really.” His smile waivered as he awaited her response.

Felina’s eyes grew wide with surprise but with a hint of delighted curiosity, “You got something for me?” She stepped toward him, “You didn’t have to do that…”

He was relieved at her obvious enthusiasm, “Well, I happened upon some items that are quite unique, and I knew when I laid eyes upon them that you should have them.”

She smiled as her eyes lighted on the large crate sitting to his left, “So, what do you have for me here?”

He had the items taken to the gallery and waited for the others to take their leave. With a hint of a smile that never quite left his face, he leaned down to open the first crate. Carefully, he lifted the aged painting, set it on a nearby table and uncovered it for Felina to see. “I will present you with this first. There was something about this painting. Something in her eyes. Even though it is a mere likeness of her, it is almost as if I can feel her presence, and though I am no expert in the matters of artistry, I can see the skill in it. The subject of the portrait was unknown to the previous owners, but I was informed the artist responsible for it has passed since its creation.”

Felina studied the painting for a moment. Pale was right. Whoever painted it was quite skillful indeed and had managed to capture the woman’s spirit. It was almost as if she was there in the room with them.  “She’s elven. Nobility of some kind for certain. I wonder who she was…” She glanced to the side to see Pale watching her study the portrait. “It’s beautiful.”

Pale stared into her eyes as he spoke, “I am glad to hear you say so, Felina. Nothing else quite like it exists, so you should display it proudly, but as remarkable as it is, it is rather mundane compared to the other items. The next gift was something that could have easily eluded discovery for countless centuries, and I am not sure of the exact circumstances which led to their concealment, but it is very fortunate for us that they were discovered.” He pried open another large crate emanating small wisps of cold air, “The container has been magically chilled to preserve them. They discovered the wreckage of a trade ship, and miraculously these were salvaged. They were around some time before either of us was born and are quite old even by elven standards. I must say I am quite curious to taste them.”

From the crate he pulled a bottle of wine, presenting it rather ceremoniously to her. Felina’s eyes lit up, “Wine… elven wine… old elven wine,” she said, her smile growing bigger with each pause. “I’m amazed this made it out of a ship wreck unscathed.” She eyed the bottle, turning it over in her hands before looking up at Pale, enthusiasm exuding from her, “We have to open a bottle!”

He smiled warmly at her as he carefully opened the smaller crate to reveal an elaborately carved wooden box, “Well, I agree with the sentiment, but first, I must show you something else. I have never seen anything quite like this. It was referred to as a Taestysia, and it is said that when focused upon in a state of elven trancing, long buried memories, both of the creator of the stone and the one attempting to awaken its magic, will surface in vivid detail. There is an air about it unlike anything I have ever known. The notion of what has long since been forgotten coming to light once more is limitless in its possibilities.”

As the case was opened, her eyes were drawn to the dull red stone resting on the velvet-lined interior. At first glance, the stone appeared unremarkable, but then something about it seemed to almost pull her inward. She put down the wine bottle and reached out to caress the wood of the box, “A memory stone,” she said with quiet awe, “I’ve only heard of them in elven legend, but I’ve never actually seen one. Few have. The art of making them was lost long ago.”

She reached out and carefully picked up the stone, “It’s heavy and… warm. Strange...” An odd tingle prickled her skin as she held it in her hand, “It feels… familiar. An effect of the magic, perhaps? It is made to bring forth memories…”

Then she frowned, disappointment marring her features. At Pale’s questioning look she explained, “I’m not sure I’ll be able to use this.” She paused, looking down at the stone, “I haven’t been able to trance since… since I used the Font... I’m not sure if I can anymore. I’ve been sleeping for years, but I’ve always been able to trance when I wanted to. Until now, that is.”

Pale looked deeply into her eyes with a thoughtful expression before he reached out to cover her hand with his own, “Strange, it always seemed cold as the grave to me.” He closed his eyes at that point and began to whisper softly. Felina could not make out what he was saying initially, but as he repeated the phrase the words grew clearer, “That which is our essence is never truly lost.” To her surprise, he spoke in precise Elven, though the structure was archaic and quite formal. The statement seemed to hint at far more than its literal translation.

Felina looked at him in amazement, “When did you learn Elven? I thought you didn’t know how...”

The image of Pale smiling across from her gave her chills for reasons she couldn’t understand, and his voice carried with it his obvious skepticism at odds with the reality of the situation, “I know no Elven other than the common phrases I have picked up from you.” He took the stone from her hand and held it up to the light of one of the candles burning softly atop the table, “It seems to draw you in does it not? There is something undeniably powerful at work here, though I am wary of its true nature.”

Felina stared at him as he studied the stone in the light, “Yes, undeniably…” She watched him a moment longer, “That stone’s only supposed to affect elves. You don’t think when I used the Font, when I gave you all those years that you might have also taken in some of my elven nature?”

A sudden realization struck her, “If that’s the case, maybe you can help me. Meditation is much like trance, and you do that with some regularity, right? Maybe you can help me learn to trance once again. And maybe, if we’re lucky, perhaps you can also use the stone.” In her excitement she started to reach out to touch him as she was once accustomed to but drew back her hand at the last moment. “That is, if you don’t mind.” She said as she colored ever so slightly.

Pale gave her a sideways glance, “Of course I do not mind. We exchanged much when the Font intertwined our lives. We saw many things in vivid detail that words could not begin to describe, and I suppose the stone could react to your life force that took the place of my own. It was such a rare occurrence that is difficult to say what might happen as a consequence. There are many unanswered questions here for which we have to experiment to find answers, and though it is simply an assumption, I am inclined to believe that my meditative techniques might aid you in trancing once more. I am willing to try.”

Felina let out a breath, “Thank you so much, Pale. You don’t know what that means to me.” She smiled warmly up at him, “So, how about that wine?”

Pale couldn’t help but laugh at her sudden return to more worldly pursuits, “The wine just might help you reach a meditative state better than I can. Let us give it a try.”

Felina grinned and grabbed the bottle she had put down, “Come on then. I’ve got some goblets in my room.” With that she turned and headed for the stairs.

June 9, 2011

Good Intentions - Part 1

Written by Clint

As I wandered down one of the many bustling streets of Ceranna, my thoughts were focused on Felina and what I could do to further mend our friendship. I had barely managed to express to her my sincere apology for all the ways I had scorned her in the past. I was blind to it all until recent events, but now the weight of my actions in so many past occurrences had become a heavy burden.

Though she might take it as a bribe, I sought a special gift for her as a way of easing tensions. I wanted to give her something personal, but not too much so.  Being somewhat unfamiliar with the notion of gift giving, I searched now for some sign of inspiration. After quite some time had passed, I happened upon a rather upscale auction taking place. It seemed far too fortuitous to ignore, so I somewhat abused my station in the city and arranged for a seat even though it was closed to the general public.

As usual in the typical garb of Pharasma’s followers, I stood out among the throng of nobility. All of them gathered to purchase more impractical items to flaunt their wealth and fill their homes despite the fact that all they owned and indeed their very lives were in danger of being destroyed in the relatively near future. While all the so called upper class strained to appear bored as the items they so obviously wanted were presented, I had no need to feign it at all. Endless arrays of garish and absurd items were shown and purchased for equally ridiculous prices, but nothing I saw would undoubtedly illicit more than a guffaw from Felina. Although that might have eased the tensions a bit further, it was not the response for which I aimed.

I had all but given up on leaving with anything other than a wasted afternoon, when the auctioneer spoke the word “Elven,” and my attention was recaptured. I scanned the crowd for signs of interest, but strangely, everyone seemed quite restrained. Soon thereafter, pin pricks of slight anxiety seemed to emanate from throughout the room. Except for one man who instead exuded an extreme air of self-satisfaction. His features were not elven alone, but were obviously shaped by human blood as well. He was what I guess some would call a handsome man, and though he looked quite fragile in frame, I knew better than to judge anyone solely by physical appearance.

Pretending to return my attention to the platform ahead, I closed my eyes, and focused my thoughts solely on him. Over time, I had learned how to better focus my empathic abilities towards an individual. My sense of a person would always take the form of vague imagery that I was unable to accurately convey to anyone else. This man had an extreme confidence that seemed to come from owning much wealth and land which were foremost to power in the upper echelons of society. I could not sense any deliberate malice from him, but I knew such a person could react in a drastic manner to a perceived disrespect.

Though I could not say why at the time, something about the whole situation irritated me to no end. Looking back, I realize that I had pretty much decided the elven “artifacts” belonged to Felina, and this man was about to try to take something of hers. Admittedly, it was quite childish behavior, and also a sign of many changes taking place within me, but that is another story altogether.

I made no attempt to pray to Pharasma, as it all seemed so mundane, but instead I relied upon my own strength. As strange as it was to place such importance on material items, the need to show Felina that I was willing to put forth great effort to make her how much she meant to me was more important than anything else at that moment in time. The first item was brought out, and I immediately felt the man’s confidence in the notion of adding something unique to his vast collection unopposed. As a man unused to opposition, I knew I could use his confidence to my advantage and catch him off guard.

The auctioneer started to describe the item, which on the surface seemed nothing more than a simple and unimpressive dull red gem, but obviously there was something more to it than that. He went on to say that it was a very rare item given the means of crafting them had been lost for many centuries. Known as “Taestysia,” with the proper focus during the elven state of trancing, the gemstones conjured up memories both of the creator of the stone and those of the one attempting to draw upon its magic. Even if it had not been a potential gift for Felina, I was thoroughly intrigued at the notion of recovering previously lost knowledge.

When the customary description was completed to his satisfaction, the agent opened the floor for bids. There was an uncomfortable silence for a moment before the man calmly raised his hand and bid a relatively low but still higher than necessary amount. Even if I were unable to sense his emotions, his self-satisfaction was exceedingly obvious on his face as I glanced as casually as possible in his direction. As the bid lingered among the awkwardness, the only sound was of the occasional shuffling of another bidder’s feet or awkward cough.

At the last possible moment, I topped his bid by one-hundred pieces of gold. Almost instantaneously, I could feel an inordinate amount of irritation exuding from him and genuine surprise throughout the room. It took him a moment to overcome the unthinkable notion that someone else would dare to bid against him before he topped my bid with another twenty-five pieces of gold, and then without hesitation, I calmly added one-hundred more to my offer.

Given the initial wave of frustration, I expected more anger to follow, and though it was suitably present, there was also strangely enough a hint of alarm. Fully aware of the effect my appearance had on most, I unabashedly looked back at him with my best blank expression beneath a still drawn hood, and his indignation was palpable. He quickly regained his outward composure and added ten more gold beyond the current bid. For some reason, he was being much more conservative with his funds. I suddenly realized the amount of money with which he was willing to part was not as high as everyone expected, and he undoubtedly counted on his reputation to hide that fact.

Calmly, I added another fifty pieces of gold to my offer, and his façade crumbled as he stormed out of the auction house like a petulant child and never returned. I could feel all eyes on me along with a strong mix of curiosity and bewilderment throughout the room. The bidding continued uneventfully beyond that, and I was able to procure the stone at the escalated price, and more reasonably, a masterful painting of a regal elven woman by an artist I was told was now deceased and finally, a sovereign of an old, even by their standards, vintage elven wine that was preserved in the cold of the ocean floor among the wreckage of a trade ship lost long ago.

I had hoped Felina would see the gifts as something quite special, and strange as it was to me at the time, I was quite anxious at the notion of presenting them to her. I had begun to imagine awkward scenarios in which she would find the gifts unimpressive or perceive them as a blatant attempt to buy my way back into her favor when I really wanted nothing more than to surprise her with something personal and unusual.

I arranged to have the items delivered later that night and headed back. As the evening lamps were lit throughout the city, I waited inside the manor behind one of the windows looking out over the busy streets. At the exact appointed time, the delivery cart pulled up to the gate, was greeted by the gatekeeper and then escorted up to the manor. Shortly thereafter, I could hear the butler conversing with the gatekeeper at the door, and I made my way to the hall to present the gifts to her.