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The wind whispered through the trees. I could feel it tickling the back of my neck, stirring the hairs. It felt like a carress, soft and seductive. I walked through the leaf-ridden underbrush, feeling the dry leaves and twigs break beneath my bare feet. The wind persisted to tug softly at my gown as I went on. I could feel the call beackon me, drawing me onward. The relentless whispering of the wind continued around me. Soft rays of moonlight filtered through the treetops, creating a dappled effect that resembled little twinkling lights all around me. If I let my eyes roam out of focus just a bit, I could see they were dozens of forest fairys leading the procession.
I continued forward, allowing myself to be directed by the wind and the fairylight and the beakoning pull. Deeper into the woods where the shadows stretched far and almost seemed to reach out for me- trying to touch me. My gaze lingered on them- on the pure palpableness of them. But still I walked on, my sights once more returning to the path before me and the energy that drew me onward. My thoughts wandered a bit to the realization that I was no longer walking among the physical “real” world anymore. Somewhere along the lines I had passed over into another dimensional aspect of it. Everything seemed to have it’s own life and existance. Everything lived and breathed and had thought. I could hear it and feel it all around me. I could feel the deep resonating life force thick around me.
And then I heard it- soft and distant at first, slowly circling me and growing louder and more distinct in my ears. It was the sound of something almost like a flute- but not quite. I couldn’t make out what the instrument was- It was deep and pure. Still the woods pushed me onward, the little lights and branches seeming to pave a path in the darkness for me. My skin prickled as the music grew around me. I felt the butterflies alight in my stomach, and I was giddy and somewhat disoriented. It was as if I had been drinking a sweet wine, and the effects were pleasantly warm and seductive. I closed my eyes and spread my arms out to my sides, and let the leaves brush against my fingertips, savoring the sensations that were so much more intense in these thickets. The breeze whipped my nightgown against me, and the ground seemed to swell with each step of my feet…urging me forward.
Then suddenly the air grew very warm, and the sounds seemed to hush- all, that is, but for the sweet deep sound of the music. It seemed to expand around me. It was quick yet solemn, happy and mournful at the same time. The atmosphere around me seemed to pulse with the sound as if a heartbeat echoing through the land. I opened my eyes, and saw the source sitting motionless upon the small boulder in a small clearing within the forest. His eyes closed deeply – focused on the story he wove with his mystical device. He was very feminine looking- tall slender limbs, long fingered hands, beautiful yellow hair pulled back into his green hooded cloak. His ears were long and pointed, jutting out from the sides. His cheekbones were prevelant and high. His mouth slim with soft feathery lips wrapped around the end of his flute-like object. The musical device was a handsized , hollow, white bone-looking substance. He perched there, unmoving and apparantly unaware of my presence. The fairy-light gathered around him, giving him an aura of omniscience.
I stood, mesmorized- my body overwhelmed by the beauty of the song and its creator. I swayed with the throb of the surroundings. I felt my heart swell in my chest, constricting in my throat -ready with a sob, only to become washed over by relief and gratitude and overpowering happiness. I felt carried away on clouds- swimming through waves of emotions and realities. I floated up above the whole of the world- looking down and cradling it as if it were a babe in my arms- crying for it, loving it, mothering it- wanting nothing more than to protect it and help it grow and develop into something good and wholesome.
After a few moments I realized that the music had ended. My feet were settled back upon the hard earth below, and the winds and branches that seemed to have carried me had loosened thier grip and let go. The air around me was still thick, and anticipatory. I slowly opened my eyes, and the elven man upon the boulder sat looking upon me curiously. His hands were relaxed in his lap, the instrument grasped lightly in one leather wrapped hand. His eyes were a piercing green. I could see that from here even. His skin seemed to glow with an unearthly radiance. He stood suddenly, and beackoned me forward. I shifted forward hesitantly. I was not afraid, but more awed. I advanced forward until I was mere inches from him. He was very tall, easily a foot taller than myself. He gently lifted my head- his hand tilting my chin up to look at him. He transfixed me with his emerald eyes. I could feel him delving into my inner thoughts, searching my soul. I did not struggle against this tender invasion of my being. I felt myself open up and let him in- showing him all within me.
He languidly let go of my chin, and blinked his eyes – thus breaking the enchantment. I saw him then as a man. An equisite man- but a man nonetheless.
“Such sorrow” he whispered. I could see his eyes filled with water, and watched as a single tear traced a path down his cheekbone. “Why do you carry such anguish with you?” He then pulled me into a firm embrace- holding me tight to him. My arms encircled him, giving way to his offered comfort. I could feel his heart beating hard beneath his vest. His head he rested upon my own, his face buried in my hair. I could smell the wood and musk of him, enveloped around me.
Just a man.. I had to remind myself. I couldn’t afford to let myself be carried away by this dreamy reality. It couldn’t possibly be real. He couldn’t possibly be real. Otherworldly, odd, and breathtaking.
All Around Me by Flyleaf A song that seems fitting