*snickering, I reach over and pat the startled girl, whispering* Welcome back, hon. *grin*

*LIstening, he blinks at first and then the corners of his mouth twitch as his eyes meet the great man. Thinking to himself, he realizes that the tale touches him - no, is him - no, is like him. His arm tenses a bit as he takes in the words...mixed heritage....father gone....glad to be himself...and he blinks again, the meaning clear.*

*She smiles and cannot fail to notice how he once again tells a tale that is only half fiction. Seeing into hearts, given the power of "sight," he draws her in too....and she laughs at his mirth and his memory of so long ago. A tear comes and hurriedly she wipes it away. Silly stories, but lovingly they are tucked in her heart as he begins one more poignant yet.*

*SSSSSSPPPPPPPSPSPSPPSPSPSPPSSPPPEPEPPEWWWWWWWWW* *COUGH HACK COUGH COUGH--* 

A apray of wine shoots from my lips and I begin to choke, go pale, my eyes widening at my...master...
"You...ye....ye mean...all this time...HIM...an'...an' I...OH LIGHT!" My eyes lock on my master--no, MERLIN! Shock registers on my face with the realization of the disrespectful attitude I have displayed towards the greatest of legends, the greatest of bards AND sorcerers--for YEARS, no less!--it's nae wonder he didn't turn me into something unnatural! 
"AN' YE KNEW?! An' ye let me...oh...oh bloody hells...." I look to Rhea as I go speechless, truly, honestly...
Speechless!

*I laugh and bend over to pat her on the back with a wicked twinkle in my eye* Oh dear, I did tell you I had something to tell you one day, but Em...er...Merlin did make me promise not to. I believe it would have inhibited your lessons, darling. *leaning back again with a large smile* Sorry, Em, do continue now, won't you? Now that for ONCE Lyssa is quite still? 

--Merlin.. the real honest to God adviser to King Arthur.. I spoke to him and he's right here... but... why is it I only feel less then I was before he showed up. I definatly need a night out.--

*I smile softly as Lytol returns and motion for him to join me by the fire, amidst Sigi and Louis, Rosie and Michael. He looks a bit shell shocked and I study him as I listen. Campfire stories. So...it isn't just the gypsies who tell them.*

Ah...*laughing*...this brings back memories, Em! *leaning back against Trufort and pulling Lily to sit beside me*

*And so too I come and settle Rowan on my lap as we draw close, curiously challenged by his eyes* He's looking at me, Ro! *grinning*

Shhhhh, or I'll ask him how to get rid of a pesky ghost! *I whisper to Thor then smile, then giggle behind my hand; it's funny, a ghost haunting ghosts, Rowan and me. I blush, trying to remember I should be serious.* Go outside and play, Thorn.

*squeezing Ro's hand excitedly again, I turn to look at Rosie who speaks to Thorn* Where is Little Zephyr, Thorn? You should go play. *chuckling*

*An eyebrow goes up and disbelief turns to skeptical wonder...is it possible??*

*Trufort's twinkle catches my eye and I smile, flushed with pleasure, my mouth working into a very amused grin. He is suddenly so nonchalant that it is funny. I can't help a little giggle as Thorn whispers by*

*Hushed voice and wide eyes* Ro! Did you hear what else? Hes....*pulling her very close*...Merlin! *then moving back to look at her and nod my head*

*Looking up at her entrance, watching for Rowan as well, anxiously*

*turning my head, answering softly* Yeah hon, I'm here. Curious, you know? *laughing*

*nodding* Love did as much to me...love has been a rebirth for me. *pausing I follow his gaze and note he misses nothing* And how I wish I had seen that land...that time! I too heard you had been buried in those Hollow Hills...some Crystal Cave. And I wondered if you were lost to me. Perhaps those days will return one day, Em. I will hope. *Ah so....he tells!*

*Idly listening, Dra starts as he mentions his tale of love...stepping away from the world...dying...reborn. Her eyes narrow and she turns them on the Man who seems to speak just to her alone.*

*smiling at Lyssa as she answers Em's questions, feeling a warmth and contentment for the first time in some while*

*looking down and smiling with memory* Ah, my friend, those days of your "youth" were some of my best. But of course the other more obvious change is...*she waves with her hand*...here...and my the darkness which I have come to abide in. Love drove me to change and gave me a son. *her smile is wistful* And through time I have come to see life change and see the world dissolve under the weight of progress. Ah for those lost days, eh Em? When ideals and virtue held us in thrall as something to be treasured and aspired after. *she sighs and then laughs lightly* But I have lived among man's harshness and I would hear of the dreams you have walked and the lands you have seen! How long have you been in Elsinore, old friend? And...*quietly*....will we see you again one day? *setting a light hand over his*

"Well, social obligations call, I'm afraid." Christine gives Fen's ears a final scratch, then stands up. "But perhaps you'd like to go for a run later?" With a last look backwards, and outwardly composed, she walks into the house, and enters the library. 

"Master Emrys, it is a shame you have to leave so soon after what must have been a long trip. Perhaps I can convince Cooke to part with some provisions for you, and see about getting them packed up. That is, if you'd like something," she adds anxiously.

*green eyes take shape and form in the darker corner and settle by the fire in silence.*

*laughing softly* Old? My dear Emrys, you will always be a 9 year old boy to me...no matter what else I see. And for your first visit to my home, I certainly hope it won't be another two or three thousand years before I see you again! *moving to sit beside him* But the others....they must have questions and I would acquiese to them...for them. *looking around the room* I'm sure the others will be returning soon, what questions do you have for an old bird like me? *quietly* I have changed from that woman you once knew...I hope not all for the worse. *rueful look*

*nodding* I do hope everything is all right, old friend...

*Making only a slight noise, Franklin steps out from the path and clears his throat* Mistress Christine....you are wanted back at the house. Master Emrys is wishing to see everyone for he must depart soon. Would you...tell any others you come across? My thanks Mistress. *He bows and disappears down the path*

Now.. let's see what mischief I can find.

*Franklin finds the druid and steps from the path* Sir, you are wanted back at the house. Master Emrys will be speaking to everyone and then is expected to depart soon. Would you tell any of the others that you should encounter on your way back? Thank you, young sir. *he bows and then moves on, still looking for others*

Madam, Mister Emrys has said that he will be leaving soon and would gather everyone in the library. I will do what I can to find the others. 

*He bows again and moves outside, to find anyone that may be about on the grounds and send them back to the house.*

*looking up* Thank you Franklin; I will go to him at once of course. *turning to the others* Shall we go back then? Perhaps we can indulge ourselves soon? *linking arms with Lily and Tru, I make my way back to the library and find Destin, Louis and Sigi already there with Emrys and Lyssa* Hello all....Emrys....I am glad you are up and about...but what is this you are leaving us so soon, my friend?? 

*Destin stops his joking and nods as the guest enters. He looks over at Louis and gets up from the piano, sensing that quiet is needed more than music.*

Piano, that's good. Maybe you can teach me sometime? But I'll accompany you and we can be musical hams, okay?

*laughing and moving to the piano.* Good think you are my friend, Louis or I'd wonder! *playing a chord on the keys with a chuckle* Rather a ham than a butt be! *grins*

Maybe someone like Vheyne can. . . trick me into that Draco! He was helpful with Destin, wasn't he?

*Rosie shakes her head at the mischief, thinking she wasn't like that in her ghost form.*

*I shut up then, eating the delicious stew, and glancing at the lovely teapot she sets down before us, while Rowan speaks to the magician.*

I will bring a fresh pot of tea out to you all. Go on now...Lyssa leave some scones for the others. I'll send Franklin to round up the strays...*nodding and clucking, feeling sorry when this one shall leave us*

Mistress Rowan and Miss Rosie. How nice. Ah Mistress Rowan I will feed you only if you promise to either come cook again or bring me your secret recipes. *grinning and showing off her new teapot by setting it in the center of the table with a wipe of her apron on its shiny surface* Now if anyone needs anything...*setting out a tureen of stew and some bowls*...you just be telling me.

Then my own ghost makes quips to us:* I miss ham. I miss eating. I want to have tea with you, too!

Behave, or someone like Vheyne will trick you, too! Oh, hello, Emrys and Lyssa!

*rising from her chair, Cooke stands at the stove, her kettle ever ready and her stew, hot. She smiles and nods to the ladies as they come in, getting down more cups*

*tossing a mock glare* Oh very funny, Louis. You wouldn't be so glib if you had sampled Cooke's ham...though the thought of it now does not excite me, the memory of it still lingers. And how I loved it! So...how about a melody while the others eat, hrm? I can play the piano if you like....*getting up*

*turning at the sound of voices coming from within* Ah...I think the house is roused again. Well there is plenty of time for deciding...shall we go back in for now and see who and what is about? *I link my arm back around them both, hugging them to me* I love you both you know....very much. 

*nodding and smiling back at her* I'll be here, my love. *watching her go off with wink*

*wrinking his nose* You gals go on if you like. I'd be happy to sit here and just remember what we have seen. *kissing Ro's nose* You can eat for me, my love. *grinning* Though I confess I will miss ham...*sighing*

Well Miss Lyssa, is good to see you. *pushing over the jam* And so, I'll be leaving you two to talk. *she picks up her own cup and heads to her chair, but her ears do cause her to turn.* Three. Three that we know of. But only one has died....so far as we know. *softly her words come as she pushes herself down in her chair by the old stove*

*Cooke nods and clucks softly* Oh tis true, m'lord. Why d'ya think I spend all my days in this warm big room? Because it is home and mother to me as none other, save my own bed and my books. *she winks as slide over generous pieces of homemade bread fresh toasted and the jar of homemade jam* And things made by hand are from the heart, taste of love. *She nods again* I made a thick stew m'lord if you would care for it. You haven't to my way of thinking had much since your arrival. And last night's work must have been hungry work, I'm thinkin'. *his comment interests her* Do you know Mr. Michael then? *Peanut Butter's ear's twitch at the name and Cooke passes down some chopped veggies. Her face softens noticeably* He's a fine one...a joy whenever he comes round. The Mistress is particularly fond of him. How come you to know Madam Rhea, I be wondering? *she pours her own cup now*

*shrugging and then grinning* Well, he does radiate with a terrible power. *nodding to herself* And after almost 1001 years I am used to ....things...as they are. But if you get the chance. Do not make issue of it. *laughing suddenly* And honey, thanks. *with a green wink she disappears again in mists that roll over the balcony's ledge and fade into the darkness, drifting down onto the lawns*

*Surprised at the guest's appearance on the back stairs, Cooke's eyes gleam* Why of course, sir, 'twould be a pleasure. *wiping her hands on her apron and settling the kettle on the stove* I have toast if you wish but I also have some sc...*she turns and spies the teapot* Oh my! It's lovely! How kind! *Her smile is broad as she picks it up and the corners of her eyes mist up. She clucks and wipes them hurriedly* Too kind you are. *And she fusses sweetly, touched in her quiet homey way.* Would you be havin' some of my lindenberry jam then? And was that a real dragon in this house? *she muses as she pours the water in the large stoneware teapot*

*I wink at Lily* Why not at all darling! The family that hunts together, stays strong together! *smiling deeply at him* I only hesitate because Emrys might wake any time and I would be here when he returns. Time is...a bending thing to him. He does not keep the same schedules as we do. And I don't yet know how long he means to stay. *softly* But do not let me stop the two of you if you are so inclined! *giggling* You can bring me back a snack...

*snickering in spite of myself, never failing to be amused at my surprises, I sit on top of her headboard and look down on her upside down face* 

Lys, that one, that Man is very powerful. How could I not notice? And he...*whispering*...he knew...I mean I felt he knew my heart's whispering. *I curl my fingers together.* Look here, I have this curse and that one can command dragons! I wonder if you would do me a favor? Would you ask him.....I mean...might you see if....Well Benj, could he give me something against the gypsies? There is the riddle you know about my curse...*sighing, I plop down beside her on the bed* I don't like magic much as you know my friend. It has brought me nothing but trouble and sadness. But if he can help...maybe teach me a few tricks to use against them? Maybe? I'm not inclined that way, but...if there was even a chance. Something? *I turn to look at her, with a fanged smile* What d'ya say? Will you speak to him? Oh but don't say I said! *suddenly wary*

Lyssa, honey. This is me in your head. Wake up. C'mon now. Rise. I need to talk to you about your teacher. Wake you silly goose...er...Duck. *I laugh, a sound like bells followed by a low hum, and then I lower closer to her ear*

Wake! I want to speak to you about magic...and your teacher. 

*Silence decends and I do not do this well unless it is of my own making. I glance out the window and then back to Michael before sighing. Trufort, Rhea and Lily have gone outside, Destin and Rowan celebrate with Rosie and Sigi and Louis, Christine wanders. Adara is also withdrawn. Shrugging, I wrap the crimson up around me and push into the shadows, close - always - but fading from view.*

*kissing her forehead, returning that secret smile* The night holds my love, my daughter. Feel it's pulse and how it quickens the blood? We have not hunted in a long time....

*The brush parts and Fenris bounds onto the grounds proper and then begins to follow the departing form of a wolf. He keeps pace easily untill her familiar scent reaches his nose and he moves up beside the other.* 

*My thoughts drift off and my eyes shut as my paw splashes into a puddle.* 

*slipping an arm around both Tru and Lily* I see....the mystery of the heavens but the only dragons are in my heart. *smile* Lytol is out walking....Christine is roaming...the bower hums with life's quiet pulse. And am I the only one awed to silence, my loves? *squeezing them both*

*turning as I sense your arrivals* My darlings....I was stargazing...*smiling*

*Simone smiles and tilts her head and then scurries off*

*Simone blushes and nods and points out the window where Rhea stands alone*

*Simone gives the exotic Lily a curtsy and offers her some wyne with a smile*

*leaning over to kiss Trufort gently, I stand and move to the foyer, looking up at the rooms above, I close my eyes and whisper to a little boy long ago who told me stories...* Oh little one...who is real - the dreamer or the dream? *and smiling I move outside onto the porch to gaze up into the dark heavens, reflecting on the night. A wolf's howl, a lone druid, my son...and memories...and...love. A shooting star makes me smile and I think on Rowan's question. What next, indeed?*

"Excuse me...I'm going for a run." She gets up, and walks swiftly to an exit, avoiding company. In the shelter of the roses, she pauses, and inhales deeply. Salt water tracks down her cheeks as she shuts her eyes and starts to shift. Her form expands to that of the 8 foot man-beast, then contracts. Standing among the blue roses is now a large black wolf, with a silvery crescent of fur decorating the inner margin of her left eye. Wolves have no tear ducts, but her fur is wet. She lifts her muzzle to the sky in a single lonely howl.

*staring at Christine, I nod and watch her go. I think I will need to write her guardian...she seems....lonely and homesick. Sighing I remember him and I shiver. He would have found the dragon more than amusing...*

*dancing with her* And you are part Fae! What a magical couple we are! Rowan, can you get him to teach you how to do that? I'd like to see him again! *pausing, suddenly curious* We....we could see him again...maybe? He was here...wasn't he? *puzzled look* Yes, I wonder....who is he? He seems more than a bard....a teacher...a learned man...*whispering* Is he a sorcerer?

Good night Emrys and Lyssa! *the thorn ghost emulates me.

I turn and give a big grin to Rowan and Destin as he's exclaiming about being related to the dragon.*

*picking up Rowan again and dancing with her* Rosie! Did you hear? I'm related to dragons! Grrrrrrrrrr! *laughing* I wonder if any of the Fae ever flew the night with a dragon? 

Oh miracle.

Many lose the innocence of the knowledge that they have what they need in themselves.

Isn't that a miracle, owning ourselves?*

*Tentatively, Simone enters and pours wine and wyne for everyone. Slowly she makes her way around the room, staring at faces, wonderment plain in her face, offering something against the autumn breeze and the quiet of the room.*

*nodding slowly, I study her* Rowan! A...a dragon! *sweeping her up* Rowan! I'm related to a dragon!! *laughing and hugging her, suddenly I put her down, concerned. Are you alright? You were...shimmering...*but I can't stop grinning*

-Allanon is not going to believe this...-

*I sit down and stare at the space so recently occupied by the great dragon and then standing up I move to Drahomira.*I..I need a moment, I'll be outside if anyone needs me.

*My fingers brush her hand as I move towards the door and step outside into the warm night air. My mind whirls as I look up into the night sky and stare at the stars, so constant in their movements and try to let my mind settle.*

*my fingers follow his for a moment and I feel his shock and drained power, but I also feel his wonder and joy. I nod and watch him go, deciding to leave him for a little while. I turn my attention to the others* Well! *laughing shakily*

*Smiling, I withdraw from Emrys, his amused formality a twinkle in his eye* Until later, my friend. *but I reach out once more to touch him* For tonight's gift...*whispering*...thank you. *And then I move away to the setee by the window, collapsing into the cushions, feeling the heat disappear into the cold once again. I study the eyes of the others and laugh lightly. So much...* Trufort....everyone....some rest....some wine....some night! 

*still pressed between Lytol and Lords, I look up at the thorny laugh and grin* What is real, eh spirit? The dreamer or the dream? I wish I could do this...then the gypsies would certainly leave me alone! *but I grow silent, eyes watching as they pass over Lords, worried and tender. Then over to Lytol, gentle and concerned. Such power in these men and yet....how human.*

You know he was here. And he'll always be here, for we remember. Are you questioning yourself out of changing or what?

I think it would be a very good idea to hurry...

*Gritting my teeth as my staff feels so heavy.*

*The staff glows and then suddenly the dragon is gone. Lytol looks as stunned and weary as the rest of us. But ...magic! Wow!*

Lyssa...why not show your teacher to his room? I am sure he must be weary and could use a rest. And do not weary him with more questions....*soft laugh as I turn once more to Emrys* She does ask a lot of questions still. You must teach me a trick for curing that! *giggling softly, my eyes shining with wonder and gratitude and...mystery.*

*squeezing Lyssa's hand I move to my dear friends side at the chair and take the chair beside him* Dear Emrys, how do I thank you? You must be exhasuted and you should rest, Mer....Em. *my eyes meet his* Tomorrow there will be time for answers? *I take his hand*

*Smiling, I hug first her and then Adara* To think that he graced your world and that you pleased him so! Well done girls! And what gifts he has given. To remind you both that you have within you the answers all along. And once more he proves that truth lives within us all. We only have to reach in and recognize it...live it! *My eyes drift to my old friend* 

*I listen and step forward as he prepares to go. With cold fire in my hand I bend to touch his great wing and for a moment...we are....* Farewell, cousin. My gratitude. May the ages bring you peace. *I close my eyes as I restrain the longing to follow in his wake, to return to that which I remember and will too soon forget once again. He is the best of what was left behind. And then there is silence, as if he had never been. I sigh and smile.*

Oh Shandrivan, forgive my pause. I am humbled by your choice. I would ask ... no let me put it this way. *I hold forth my hands still tightly clasped about the pebbles* Each thing in the world has it's own power, soul, energy. You see here how *I focus again on the pebbles, a bit of my energy once again lighting a light with their energy flooding me, flooding the room. * How do you connect like this to the human soul?

*I make a small "O" with my mouth in wonder at both Lyssa's and Adara's questions. This answer though interests me especially given that I was just mortal and would have this insight. I grip Rowan's hand tightly in anticipation*

*I bow my head and close my eyes. I remember from the beginning of time....how right Shandrivan is.....how it all changed once Man's was lost...how the tides shifted and the world tilted. And Khnuman was as lost as my land. Shandrivan's wisdom is as great as his memory.*

I raise my head to the dragon, respectfully, standing straighter, more sure, "Great One, There is so much I would ask! You have lived from the veils of myth, and seen the tapestry play out in a myriad of possibilities, Light and Dark, our lives are but as candle flames guttering in the wind to your own, if there were but time to see, to learn, and to really listen, I'd...," I pause, shake my head, caught up in all the possibilities, caught up in...a real dream of my heart. 

"Lord Shandrivan," I pause, meet his eyes--*Oh, such eyes!*--"Great One, I would know, through all the ages, what is the one thing that humanity has forgotten--one thing that I can know, remember, and give back to those who dream, so that hearts may find their true path?" I bow, knowing that I am asking for a great gift, but unable to do no less. 
For I am a High Bard of Elsinore.

*standing between Lytol and Lords, I hold my breath. It is a good question and one I would hear the dragon answer. I think that I know but....can I?*

*There are many kinds of fire. He is mine; I hold the fire as my eyes return to his, my heart and my pyre.*

Power and beauty frames me - Countess, Rowan, Lily and Rosie. I am overcome.*

*her tender voice is eager and wanting but I shake my head. I have had too many miracles and dreams that have come true.* No, Lyssa. Tonight is not for an ancient's silliness. Tonight...is for real dreams....*my eyes reach inside her*

*I feel the tremors and I know the power quakes. I close my eyes too and deepen my resolve to aid as I might.*

*The strain shows on Emrys face and suddenly I am concerned for my friend. I release Trufort, closing my eyes, opening my arms and force the cold fire through my body, imagining the charm of making. Calm...stillness...fire...fire...stay...Feel the will and hold fast to time....My heart continues to whisper.*

A frown crosses my face. "I am happy here...but I feel as though something is missing, sometimes...but that is a question that I must answer for myself."

*I watch as Michael speaks, and I see the shadows in his eyes, shadows that call him. They call me too and I move toward him as he returns.* Michael...please....*I extend my hand to him*

*whispering* darling...will you speak to the dragon and tell him your secret within your secret heart?

Trufort...I love you. *I curl around him, bound to him, lost in him. And I watch the others and my amazement at Emrys and what he has brought to all of us, even me, continues.* The dragon....he must have known, my love...*smiling*

You do? *my voice, though soft, sounds infinitely loud to me, and then I smile, as though there could not be enough joy in all the world to hold my heart* Then I am content and sweetly joyous now. *I lowered my eyes then and closed them as if to hold this miracle forever in the cradle of a dragon*

*looking down I shake my head, for his words hit against a closed door. No. I have love. I need not wake the past to know this joy. No...you know my secret wish...and it isn't worth an answer.*

HOO-hooot!

*Gently I reach up and caress his marbled cheek* I think if you tell him your secret heart my love, and should he choose you that the question you ask might be anything at all. If you seek something then by all means ask. If you would know something, then ask that. But first...*my eyes caress his, dance with and flicker in his*...you must speak to answer his question.

*I have no wish to speak tonight. I would not dare.*

My secret desire? A man may have many secret desires... I would wish to see myself through the eyes of others. One may only truly know themselves through the eyes of others.

*Steping back, the thought crosses my mind of another desire. The desire that can only be found in a pair of soft cool arms... bright green eyes.. and even the sharp pain of a dark kiss.*

*My eyes meet Drahomira's for a moment and I know they are a bit darker then they had been a moment before for not having spoken of that more intimate thought.* 

*I take his hand again, silently understanding. Neither of us have spoken the most secret wish of all and so it must remain our secret....our dream. One day perhaps it can be...but it cannot be dared...yet. I lower my eyes and then turn slightly to Rosie who stands by Destin* Sweetie, why don't you go?

She steps forward nervously. Her eyes focus on the dragon, watching for any slight movement. Hands clasped, and trying not to shake, she speaks. "Bright one, I must withdraw from your contest with regret." She swallows, her soft accented voice pausing for a second. "My heart is my own, and few have been trusted with it." She steps back, carefully watching for a reaction.

*I listen and respectfully nod and turn to Louis beside me, whispering* I think that you should go next brother..or perhaps you Countess?

*How does he know my name?? I wince and the mists shift uncomfortably as I move forward, the green in my eyes bright to rival the green in the room. I hiss softly* What can be said for me? I am what I am. I have no regret. My secret dream is to know one thing. Something I cannot have or know or share without bringing regret to...*my head turns to look at Lytol*....another. I want to know what others feel. But this is no secret. It is merely...a dream. *I nod to the great beast and move aside, returning to Lytol and whispering* You must speak! 

*inclining my head seriously* I believe I understood him, my dear. And of course, his ways are not foreign to me. However, I believe you explained but did not give. You extoll but do not offer. There is a difference. *I turn my attention to the others and then back to the great breath in the room*

*I fold her to me as she returns* All things to be revealed in time? *I wonder at her statement. She is sometimes an enigma.*

*I giggle behind my hand as yet again I speak at the same time that Thorn does.*

*I move behind Lytol and push deeper into the shadows*

*her shining eyes meet mine and I wink, feeling silly but relieved. The pulse of the great beast swells the room and still...I feel small.*

*smiling shy, I pull her close and kiss her forehead* If I am, it is because acceptance gives me strength. Now you, my love. *I turn her to face the dragon*

"Within all hearts there burns a fire, 
Light and Dark beat forth desire. 
But what force begets the goal? 
As we walk between the shadow and the soul....
Some would say it destiny, 
But in truth, we are bound by possibility. 
We forge ourselves with what we give, and take-- 
Yhe heart's dreams arise from the choices that we make!
For, lacking or full, bound or free, 
We create what we precieve ourselves to be!" 

I open my eyes, and find my gaze upon my mistress, seeing a new truth in her, in each of them...and in myself. 
Bowing, I step back, between her and master Emrys, silent now in my own contemplation, caring no longer if I ask the question...for I think I have found my own answer, of sorts.

*nodding to Lyssa* Well said, my dear. But what is your secret dream?

*moving my arms around him, I pull close, feeling the depth of his emotions, and my heart answers with love. The fires live! *

*The tingling close, tells me that Thorn whispers* But what do I tell him? Truth? *I step forward once more and quietly clear my throat* um....Great cousin. *I bow* The dreams of my most secret heart are....also my shame. I dream of...*I hesitate and look around*...being...whole. Right now I am both the sun's fire in my heart and the moon's coldness in my veins. I burn with light and my touch is cold. I wish that I were one or the other. Either immortal in day or pure as the night. As I must live only for the night, it seems fitting to belong only to one and not the other.. *bowing again, I step back, reaching once more for Rowan with my hand and my eyes, knowing she understands if no one else does.*

*nodding, I take a seat again and wait, reaching for Trufort and quivering with shock and excitement*

*taking Rowan's hand, I move to my Mother's side quietly. I bow to the Dragon - my own cousin!* Great Shandrivan, I am Destin, son of Rhea, child of light and dark. I am cousin to you. *my voice is hushed* Mamma, perhaps we should let him choose among us? He does not know us, except a sense of you, so perhaps it would be less biased? *I stand tall as I behold my own past in the fire of this miracle!* 

*nodding* I agree. Emrys...ask our guest if he will choose for us. That is best and most fair.

*smiling, I close my eyes, open my palms to reveal the cold fire which flickers off my fingers.* Kith and Kin. Welcome be. *I nod my head in honor* Your coming honors me and all those gathered here to welcome you. You were invited by Emrys, ancient and old. *And having made the introduction, I turn to him* My friend, how shall we choose what question and who shall ask? It is a gift and a responsibility. To know the past? To see the future? To understand an unknown? To dare what has not been dared. How do we begin?

*Hushed and still, the crimson meets with the blue and green and makes of fog of odd and eerie colors.* Dragons....curses....gypsey magic! *Finally I whisper that which hovers in all our hearts* Who are you, Man? *but though I move to the shadows, I remain close to Lytol and the others...waiting....dazed...amazed.*

Welcome Shandrivan....beyond the mist and through the veil we meet you. *I turn to Emrys as I stand fast, unmoving and nonthreatening before the great beast and I wait for him to address the ancient one and soothe his worry.*

The memory brings a tear to my eye. It was a simple night, a night where no one died, where the hunter and the vampires sat and drank and talked of simple things, and everyone forgot that they were strange and powerful and dangerous, and we were nothing more than normal that night. When I close my eyes, I can still see that night imprinted in my mind's eye, the clear sky that was almost never visible from the ground, where stars sparkled as we looked to see where constellations laid in the sky.

Those times from my past are gone, banished in some strange mist. Susan is gone, and though I can accept her death, I still cannot forgive myself for it. Dante is no longer the same man I knew then, his carefree attitude more reserved, a practitioner of magic instead of a repressor. Even myself...no longer Albert, or 'Al', or 'Bert'...I'm just Michael now. I can only look back a feel shame for the pain my arrogance has caused. All the ties to my past have been erased or changed.

Only Lyssa remains. Lyssa, who has changed so much, yet so little, since that meeting one night, long ago...

Only Lyssa remains unchanged.

I am shaken from my reverie by a sound that is both a refined whisper and a guttural roar all at once. My eyes open to see the dragon before us, and I feel my heart soar at the sight of such a wondrous creature of legend. Lytol chokes beside me, and a quick glance tells me that the magic of this moment almost moves the druid to tears. A tear does roll down my face as I silently thank the dragon, or Emrys, or God in heaven for sending such a sweet memory of the past to my mind.

All things in this world are possible, if one can but wish them true. 

*My eyes widen in shock and disbelief. I grip Lytol's hand and cry out* BY THE BENJ! I cannot believe it....*reacting involuntarily, the crimson mists swirl about me and wrap protectively around me and those close to me* Is he...is he real?

*Standing close to Drahomira and griping my staff tightly to me, I wait for my turn to hold the items, touching them to my cheek and passing my hand slowly over the earth before breathing on and passing my power to the soil. My eyes tightly shut now, I feel my power rising as I open myself and senses, pulling my strength to stronger levels as I listen to Emrys's words and let his power flow over me. Letting my power float on the air as I reach and gently brush the growing and living things nearby to strengthen the sense of them in the room.*

*My senses almost reel as I feel something greater then myself and I breath softly.*

come...

 The lines of reality blur and seem to shift, I can feel them as surely as I feel time seem to slow. Is it real? Does it have to be? The room feels hotter now.. and damp... as if a mighty breath is being exhaled. As Emyrs speaks, I can feel theair move from the beasts wings, the sounds it makes as it moves, can almost feel the creatures scales. The dragon's presense fills the room and I slowly open my eyes, willing it to be true.*

*The dragon speaks and I feel as if I should understand him, almost, but I don't and can only stare at this wonder. This creature of myth made real and my druid soul cries in joy.* 

*I gasp, extending my arms, whispering* Cousin...winged fire...ancestor....welcome....

Fire...fire...remember fire...*squeezing Trufort's hand, I gasp. The room seems to swell and grow beyond itself. Is it real? Things begin to shift and change, the walls grow and fade away. Then the sound! The SOUND. That's real! A rumbling...a vibration...a heartbeat! And...and heat! Blue flickers swell around me and engulf Trufort, Lily and Destin, slowly moving to Rowan then Rosie and Adara....over to Dra and Lytol, Lords and Christine, round Sigi and Louis and back to me. My eyes follow Emrys and Lyssa and I wait, as time waits.*

*I watch as Lytol uses his staff and it seems to glow. And in me, I feel the power of time...it's all I have! Rhea? Sigi? We are the line from past into now...*

*the room seems eerily green...no...blue...no...no definitely green...and we are...here but not? Who is real, the dreamer or the dream? I watch the Man and Mother and all the faces of these magical people...I feel small.*

*I blow across the earth, quietly, like the magician asked.

I take the objects when it's my turn, following the instructions of Emrys before passing them on.*

*She passes to me. I hardly know what to do, but follow with a rub on my cheek. Innocent Rosie seems to glow golden. Turning I hand these odd things, these amazing things, to my love. Rowan also seems to shimmer. How does he know us as he does? See how easily we do as instructed. The moment captures me. Magic...*

*I stand with Lytol by my sister and brother and extend my senses to theirs, binding me with Rhea and Trufort who stand together and Destin with Lily. We seven dark ones are like the points of an irregular star. I take Sigi's other hand, a bit skeptical but open and wink at Louis.*

*I take the scales, one filled with earth and set my shimmering feather on top, closing the other scale over it and press it to my cheek, closing my eyes. I feel the fire in my heart rise up to whisper into the past and my mind calls up the images of old wide wings, green and purple, gold and red, fire and brilliance. In my heart of hearts, in the immortal treasure that is life, I listen for his spirit. And with a smile I pass the scales on, turning back to look at Lyssa and Emrys with a slow smile.*

*considering her words* Well...I can't say how he might react...but if no harm is meant...he may be as fascinated as I am...and...I will be here to calm him. *eyes flame in their centers* But we should be prepared, I guess.

*turning to her* Did he do that to you? Who is he, Ro? *taking her hand, awed into silence*

Of course, old friend. *I go to the spiral stairs and to the library's upper level, traveling around the mezzanine until I come to an ancient shield. From the middle of this shield, I pull two inserts, dusty with time, but seem to shimmer as if polished. Returning down the stairs, I set these two marvels on the great library table and go to the glass case where I had set the case with my own feather in it. Removing the little case, I place this too on the table.* Some earth you say? *I pause but a moment and picking up a small plate from the tea cart, I go to the front porch where from the potted blue roses, I scoop several handfuls of the bower's rich soil. With a smile, I return, setting this by the other things and brush my hands together.* Well here you are Emrys. Scales, feather and soil. *curious*

*glancing up, thinking...I hear you Thorn and I know if I do, that the Man does too...maybe he will need you...*

Well I am not as I was then...I have human form now. *looking around* You know when I say cousin, I don't mean as humans are cousin. I mean cousin as in the way some creatures are related to one another due to evolution and similiar traits...but we knew one another and respected each other. We were from the same source. *could they really have continued? I nod as he speaks*

*curling my fingers through his, I wonder as he does...a dragon! Cousin to who I used to be...how wonderous!*

*clearing my throat* Well now Lyssa...if you remember from my legend, before I...evolved....the dragons and the phoenix flew the sky together. Related. We come from the same life fire. But they went into hybernation before the cataclysm took Atlantis. And after I left, I never saw them but once again. So, I speak of memory more than possibility. *looking up at Emrys* Unless....it is possible to..? *breathlessly*

*Emyrs begins to tell his story and I watch and listen with all the attention of the others and my other senses as his magic adds to the story and my admiration increases at the ease with which he uses his skill.*

Rhea speaks of the scales that I have not forgotten and then my eyes widen as they speak of summoning a dragon.*

A dragon? Here!?!I know the bower is almost a world unto itself..but is such a thing possible?

*My heart beats a little faster as I turn and look at Drahomira, a grin on my face and my eyes flashing a sky blue as my curiosity and excitement pushes my composure out of the way.*

*He turns and I meet his bright smile with one of wonder. Takes a lot to get this ol' gal but ...a dragon? I mouth the word to Lytol and I nod in anticipation. But I am skeptical. I may be a vampire, but...c'mon!*

Well....I doubt my cousin is still around....maybe but...I was thinking more of his...spirit? The idea of him? Or...*whispering*...is there a way to call him? *wide eyes* Surely you don't mean it! 

*I wait until he pauses, Master Emrys, and Lyssa too in her rapt awe which is so like a child's. And aren't we all children at heart? Finally, I look up at him and quietly I offer...* Emrys, I still have those dragon scales from my cousin - red and yellow and gold like Ft Knox. A dragon of the sun, all fire and blaze. Puff and Stuff, if you ask me. *giggling* Can you see him if I off them to you? *eyes challenge but are still hopeful as others*

*Her eyes flame and for a moment she is caught up in the magic of him as much as all the others. Her memory tickles her - the boy, the tales. As she studies him and listens, he strokes the inner fire which fires heart and mind, awakening the finest in each of those gathered here. As her fired eyes travel around the room with him, she does not fail to see the mesmerized looks of her family and friends. Yes, he has become great. He has...become. Her heart swells and her eyes follow the bend of light...and she remembers the charm of making which Rowan did...the one he made once to save a life and a kingdom...*

*leaning back, warm fire and tall tales. Like the days of gypsies when the story was more a lesson than just a story. * 

Druid history tells of a time when men shared the world with dragons and then they were gone. There were quite a few theories proposed but none were ever proven. It would be nice to know for certain that they are somewhere and perhaps we shall see their kind again.

*Shaking my head as if to clear it and then changing directions.*

As for Lyssa... well I have known for some time that her courage matched her heart. It definatly sounds as if she has always been that way. I do have one question though.

*Turning to look at Rhea.*

What were you doing up on that mountain?

*softly smiling at Lytol* Ah, sometimes you have to go up, to come down. And sometimes you have to go down to rise up. Mountains are good teachers, eh Emrys? Of obstacle, of strength and sometimes just of...will. *nodding her head*

*his eyes move upwards and he thinks.....hello brother....I hear you! And yes, you are a part of the best magic here. He grins*

*chuckling* Hello Rose...and yes....um....it was a bit weird for me too. Though I shall always remember a few special things when I was mortal....like...ham. *pausing* Magic? Teach you? Do you think? 

*nodding a little like a child who thinks he might have just caught a glimpse of Santa Clause but isn't sure....*

*Amazed at finally hearing about things he had only read about, he whispers to Ro* Is it possible? Dragons are still real? Who is this man, Ro?

*laughing* Well you know the Yeti are afraid of fire. *eyes flashing*

*lowering my eyes, warmed but suddenly hesitant about my past* Emrys? Shall you begin or shall I? 

Ah well, I would not tell stories out of turn...*shy wink*

You know...I have heard a little about Lyssa's past, but not much, I don't even know where exactly she comes from. I will admit though, I am a bit more curious about our dear hostess's past and your own sir. I would cast my vote for that story first.

*A smile and then I sit back to wait and hope for as much information as I can get and hopefully piece together some kind of picture.* 

*soft look* Oh dear, you must be worn out from your journey and we have bombarded you with demands for tales and stories! And you will be wanting a room of course. Franklin will show you whenever you are ready. Should we tell them the night we sat up all night exchanging stories about the dragons we knew? Remember Tythld? That little scamp and you used to fly off every chance you got. *eyes flash* So much has happened since last I saw you. And now I have a son. *voice lowers* He is part fire, Emrys. I was very fortunate, indeed. Would you care for some tea or a little something more bracing? *grinning* I don't think you'll be wanting milk anymore....*laughing lightly*

*laughing very hard* Oooh no! Well Lyssa you always were one for getting into...it...up to your neck! HAHAHAHAA 

I'm honored to meet you, sir, *I return when he says my name.* Very pleased. *Trying not to giggle at his teasing of Lyssa.*

*Brushing her cheek and whispering* He seems to know us all. And you look wonderful! I think we are in for some fun...*winking before sitting down again*

*I watch the meeting and greeting with an intense swell of pride as Trufort meets this dear great man. And I watch the faces of all the others who sense something wonderful and exciting here. It warms me to be beside him. I smile up at Trufort, love and joy a flame to be shared.*

oh-HO! *snickering* Ducky! Oh she will never live this one down! *sitting down again, right tickled*

*laughing* Well that is up to Master Emrys...for I would not tell tales out of school, Missy. *turning to smile at him* And after all it takes two to make a good story. *and the memories rise up like flames*

The scene is like a prince visits, and the old man at the center of focus is quite powerful. He probably could have convinced Wren to come along with me. Little Solstice flies over to me, and as I look across at Rosie, I can see her being "haunted" by the thorns. Rhea and Trufort are here. Rowan and Destin, whom I wave to. Christine, Lyssa, all of them gathered about. I smile at Lily and give her a physical hug.*

*I get up as Sigi comes over and wait for her to greet our Lily before I give her a hug too, whispering* Hey he's something....he looks at you as if he KNOWS you! *giggling* Good to see you sister!

*cocking my head* But Emrys, your stories are as much about how we met as anything could be! And now I must thank you for the gift you sent via Lyssa. Your timing was wonderous and I could not have needed it more. *leaning over to whisper* I kept my promise and have not told Lyssa anything. Nor did I show her your letter as you asked. *straighening back up again* And I would be you are still a scallawag! *laughing*

*laughing lightly* Well for almost a year, sir, Lyssa has been regailing us with stories about Elsinore but I thought she...um...well...she does exaggerate a wee bit, doesn't she? *smiling broadly and squeezing Rowan's hand.*

*movement catches her eye* Emrys, have you met my newest guest, Miss Christine? She has come to us to...expand her horizens. And over there looking very gothic is our Adara. *whispering to Master Emrys* Never a dull moment....

*warmth radiates from me to him as in older times* Ah Emrys....you handsome thing. Dotage indeed! *truly tickled* Well she IS a bard and they do tell...tales! *soft giggle* But I want to hear what you have done with your life and where you have been and what you have seen and who you have met and the magic you've learned and....and oh my! *covering my mouth* I am sorry! I just can't believe the boy I knew has grown into such a fam...um...highly regarded dignitary. *winking at him*

*laughing* Well sir, I see you know our Lyssa very well! *winking with pleasure at the elderly man, liking him at once and then turning at the sound of his Mother's voice and watching her with him*

Emrys! Emrys? *eyeing the figure of the older man, so much changed from the young boy she once gave the feather to* Merciful Heavens! *embracing him warmly and pulling back to gaze deeply into his eyes* Well well my friend. It seems that time has been kind to you and I feel...*her voice softens huskily*...as if it has been only yesterday. So, you got my message then? It has been too many centuries since I tried that little trick you taught me. I was afraid it might not work. *delicate laugh like distant bells* Sit, sit! And forgive me for not being here to welcome you! And have you met everyone? Then allow me to present to you Lord Trufort of Castle Eclipse, and of late, here. *an uncommon flush highlights her face* My dear old friend. I am so very glad to see you. As you can see...*sweeping her arm*...I have quite the house! *with a deep smile* And now, I have you here to make an old bird's joy complete. *sitting, still lingering with his hand in mine*

*chuckling as we return to the house* Now behave yourself witch. *laughing finally, he ruffles his hair and follows into the library. His blood sighs with the sense of warmth and deep power* How do you do, sir? Welcome to the Bower. I am Destin Riviere, son to Rhea. A pleasure. *He turns and smiles at Lily* Princess! It's good to see you, sis! *Returning his gaze to the gentleman* Oh forgive me, this is Lily, my sister. Is Mother not down yet? *soft frown*

A short time later she pads downstairs clad rather interestingly in her black bodysuit and comfortable hiking boots. Pausing by the library doorway, she peeks in. "Oh, do we have another guest?"

*waves from the back of the room and motions for Christine to come in*

*watching Lytol's face, a slow smile curls my lips. Impressive. He got his goat good! This one will prove interesting....*

*her eyes brighten at his smile and his friendliness and she laughs mightily at his little assurance* Red heads have both more temper and more fun! *she giggles and moves off, watching Lyssa's antics and showing off with a smirk. She turns and smiles at Lytol and takes a seat on the hearth, her body warmed by the blaze, to observe now.*

*from the shadows, a creeping crimson tendril emerges, slowly materializing into a glittering green eyed, red-haired woman. Stepping forward, feeling the sense of magic, wary and hesitant, she studies the older man as she steps forward as if on cue* Was someone looking for me? *turning to the man* How do you do? I am...Drahomira Vratislov, friend to Rhea. *she extends her slight, pale hand* Welcome. And you are? 

*standing in front of the mirror* So? Tru? How do I look? I am so nervous and excited! To think to see him after....well...it has been hundreds of years! Before I knew Dra....and that was almost 800 years ago!! My my...*shaking my head* Are you ready Tru? Shall we go down? *almost dancing with impatience, a rare thing in her*

Hells Bells, Rowan! *sighing* And I was just about comfortable at last. *padding into the bathroom* Something smells good...mind if I join you? And THEN we can venture back to the house....*muffled water sounds and giggles* mmm.....

*kissing him again* Delicious man, wear anything you like. Your dark pants and shirt are fine. Nothing fancy. But I must look nice for my old friend. I wager he will be surprised to see my white streak! *grinning* Hurry now! I am so exicted that I could run down sans clothes if it wouldn't shock the rest of our family! Emyrs has of course seen me worse...*laughing*

Didn't I tell you to stay home? Well, it's too late now.

*I knock on the beautiful door. As it opens, Solstice flies ahead without waiting.* Hello, Franklin, but excuse me. Solstice, come back!!

*I chase after her into the library, where there is familiar company, and one not familiar, yet. . . I immediately feel I should know the elderly gentleman. Solstice has already decided he should be familiar, too, having landed on his knee. She blinks her big golden eyes at him.*

I'm sorry. Excuse her but she seems to like you. *My own eyes go a golden color to match those of the friskly little owl. I blush rose pink as I reach out to gather her to me.*

*Staring with her mouth open, Simone watches the lovely lady and grins. She always wished she had pretty clothes like that. And to go to parties....She rushed up behind her and taps her on the shoulder and scribbles excitedly* Miss...company in the house. Mistress Rhea's guest knows Mistress Lyssa too. Hurry back! *gives it to the lady with a curtsey*

Lyssa you are too kind, though it is a pleasure to meet any friend of Lyssa's She usually has good taste after all.

*Smiling at my own joke just slightly, I sit back and rub my fingers together where his hand touched me. --Power... lots of it, but also...who is this man? -- *

Have you traveled a long way sir? If it has been overly far, you should rest, we'll have plenty of time to visit later I'm sure. Though, I admit I would love to hear about what kind of student Lyssa was. As well as what sort of studdies she had. I know Bardic and Druidic magic arn't always the same or even understandable to each other, but knowledge shouldn't be passed up.

*Grin* 

Louis, thinking about her from his visit at the bower, tickles her attention. She tucks the hair beneath the scarf.* Rosie, why don't you go over to the bower? There's an interesting visitor so go on over. I'm still working. Wren, I assume you'll stay here later?. . .

*kissing him in my excitement, purring* And I am more than your willing slave my heart's treasure! Now up with you! We have company of some important stature....*turning suddenly* Oh Tru...careful what you call him. No one knows that he....Emyrs...is HIM. All right my love? *caressing his face* Always the same....we never quite get a full moment together. You will have to take me away forceably some night....I miss us. *then I am off to dress and find something appropriate for this visitor!*

*sitting up in the tub, looking at Trufort* Emrys?? Merciful heavens! Tru! Why I can't believe it...that was....the rose petals! He's come! *sudden splashing of water, bubbles flying, kissing him all over his face* Trufort! He's come darling! I can't believe it! Hurry! Hurry! *grabbing towels and flying around the room*

*Franklin casually but deliberately makes his way across the lawns to the Guesthouse. At the main door, he rings the bell and leave a note. "Master Destin and Mistress Rowan. Madam has a guest who is unknown to me, but seems to know Mistress Lyssa. I thought you should be advised." And with a nod he makes his way back across the lawns, keeping an eye out for anything untoward.*

*sitting up finally understanding* Oh my dear love. *shy smile* It...isn't quite like that. You see...*taking her hand*...the precious gift of your blood, the extraordinary thing you willed to save me, allows me to touch your thoughts when I need to call you. And I will always sense you and know where you are if I think on you. *brushing her lips* Which is all the time. But I cannot walk inside your memories without...*here he fingers her neck*....and the more often I do take from you, the more you would crave it. That it is difficult enough given that you aren't actually alive...and that alone is what is startling. *he shakes his head* I can however visit your dreams...and should you sleep and dream, then on some plain I can see what you see, and have you see me. I don't know how it works with being actually IN your dreams. Unless it is to dream of me. Maybe given that you are part fae will allow me this. I don't really know. *playing with her hair* My love, our bond will be deep and for always. You may have to tell me some things though...*tilting his head* But I do love your stories, sweetheart.

Honored to meet you, sir.

*Lyssa's harp seems to have its own will to sing, and the periphery of my senses tell me it's the ghost rosethorns. They want to dance too.

Then there's a visitor, a newcomer I couldn't ignore if I wanted to. He teases much more than the edges of my senses, this elder whom Lyssa greets with familiarity. She leads him to a chair while I wonder. But it won't be long. The man states he'd like to be introduced!*

*matching his ferocity with equal passion* And I love you my Roman, my dark god. More than you will ever know. *the candles go out and I wrap my body to his, lost in his arms and his love, happy in this moment* I have missed this, darling. Our private times together are too few and always too short. We shall have to run away one night just us. *laughing softly* Maybe I shall kidnap you and ..mmm..keep you my prisoner. *seductive smile* 

*Suddenly I get a sense of tingling as if there is a shift in the night...*

*chuckling tenderly, I tighten my embrace and listen with interest* Your childhood? You mean the things you played and the pranks you pulled? The way you learned to read and cook? The games you played? *slow smile* I could find these out in a rush, my love, if you...if we....*thinking...if you allowed me in again*...but of course, I would delight in knowing the little girl you were....and are, you wicked woman! *rolling her over and tickling her with my kisses* When did you learn to swim? What was your favorite book? Who did you play with? Tell me everything! *raining kisses down her beautiful soft shoulders*

*Franklin opens the door and is at once startled by the affable mannerism yet but at ease by the sense of familiarity the gentleman give me. He bows, taking the clothes passed to him and nods as the gentleman passes easily into the manse. It seems he knows his way, though Franklin is certain he has not been here before. Glancing quickly up the stairs, he closes the door and hanging the accoutraments, he moves to tell the Madam she has a guest...*

*After a moments' thought.* But I don't regret being a vampire. I know you have much heartbreak, but on the whole, especially now, I selfishly want you to be here and with me.

*rinsing his back, I pause in mid-air with the sponge* You...killed her? *slight gasp* You made and then killed her? Merciful heavens...how terrible for you my love!! *sighing* Sometimes it is hard to know how someone meets the dark when the embrace is given. I know we must choose carefully and not make others willfully or recklessly. But I've never known one to...*leaning against him* Did you love her? Oh you don't have to answer that, darling...*slipping around in front of him* As for me, there is only now. *wet fingers grace his lips* And there is only you....*eyes melt into his*

Drahomira? Honestly...I don't know. I don't think she's upset with me or anything. The last I saw of her, I was heading for the kitchen to get something to eat and then change. After that I came back and she was gone. I thought you would know where she was?

*Siting up a little straighter, a concerned look on my face.* 

*rolling over, pulling her on my shoulder and smiling as she lazily ponders* mmmhmmm...*chuckling*....now that is an interesting question - why do we remember those meaningless moments out of the blue? A flash of a face, a view of a porch, a textbook or a squirrel...*laughing and pulling her closer* When I close my eyes, sometimes I remember things too...your laugh....the way you tilt your head....the smell of your bread baking...the way your fingers caress harp strings...the purse of your lips when you read...the curve of your....MmmHmm!! *grinning*

*smiling and slipping into the water, candle and firelight illumming the walls and making the shadows dance, I slip into his arms for solitude of our own making* Tru, my darling, do you ever question this life you've been given? Do you ever regret it?

Ahhh Thank you my dear Lady.

*A deep bow and I stand up and grin at Lilly.*

Disco? I honestly don't believe I have ever done that. OH, all this dancing and spinning makes me woozy. Will you excuse me a moment Simone if I rest a bit?

*giggling, Simone gasps, nods, curtsies and then runs back to the kitchen grinning*

That's the spirit Simone, kick up those heels!*

*Giving her a twirl and then continuing the dance.*

*giggling, Simone follows, her skirts flying merrily*

*Nuzzling his lips* mmm...I'll run the water....*I move away from his embrace, enticing with every movement and sway of my form, lighting the candles slowly as I head to the bath. Turning to face him, I crook a finger with a smile, entering the bath, my dress left lying in the doorway...*

*growling low in his throat, he picks her up again and heads for their private room, secluded in this hideway, the soft hush of the Falls close by the bedroom doors. Setting her gently upon the bed, his eyes have no words as he stretches out beside this gentle creature full of as much mystery as is his being. And as his mouth finds hers, his hand twined into the thick folds of her lustrous tresses, tonight he knows there will be but one eternity he will always crave....hers. His thoughts caress her as his hands do, wrapped in the simpleness of their oneness.*I love you....

*Destin cradles her close to him, his eyes bright blue as he gazes at this woman who gave him so much....the very life that now helps him be what he must be. He smiles, reaching the Gatehouse, and quickly opens the door with his mind, entering and setting his beloved on the sofa. The door closes on its own as he kneels by the sofa, kissing her hands* My love..I have no words for what you did, Rowan. The sacrifice you made....the risk you took to bring me back...*caressing her face* And now, you will find that the closeness we share is only intensified, for my thoughts can reach out and find you wherever you are. And I will always sense you. *running his thumb over her lips, a small bit of fang showing in his tender smile* The feeling you had...it was exquisite was it not? It is the seduction of the vampire, the sweetness inside the darkness. You know what it is now. *he tilts his head and whispers, leaning in to kiss her lips* No regrets I hope?. 

*The mood changes once more, a touch of excitement... of the hunt wavers in the air.*

*Standing up he yaps once and then jumps to the side before turning and running off into the shadows and to the west following his nose. His stomach growls and a sense of hunger teases his mind as he moves off, searching.

*A soft hiss and a wry smile meets the wolf's yawn.* Well, I don't fetch for no man either. *Dra shrugs and moves to the side as the wolf playfully yaps, her hairs still prickling at the large beasts movements. But at the playful stance, she stills and once more smiles in a sudden understanding as Fenris bounds off into the shadows.* Go get 'em honey....that's where I'm off to...a little hunt and I'll feel right as...*snickering*...a wolf....*and mists form where a woman once stood, crimson and deadly, also moving off into the thick shadows and her own hunt.*

*Simone's eyes go wide and she blushes, looking carefully around to see if the Mistress is around. Not seeing her, she giggles and nods, taking Lytol's hand and wonders if Drahomira will come visit her later. Oh but to dance! Her skirt goes wide as she curtsies.*

So what shall we do now? More music? I swear though, if we do, I want to get a dance in this time.

*Grinning, I get up and pour myself a glass of wine and take a drink as I wonder where Drahomira could be.*

Simone comes to the doorway as if on cue and waits to see if anyone needs anything, examining the food and drink carts and bouncing a little to the music*

*Now, what is that lady doing? I go upstairs to find her.* Beloved, what are you up to?

*turning at the sound of his arrival and smiling at his voice, I come off the balcony with my feather and empty stem* Well...*sheepish look*...I was so taken with everyone's magic that it got me thinking about an old friend...Lyssa's old mentor ...and I wondered how the ancient boy was that I once knew....*whispering* Merlin. Oh but that isn't what I name I knew him by. *laughing and returning the scarlet feather to it's little box and coming into his arms* So, I'm not sure my wish making is any good anymore. I am not made of magic. Unless it's magic kisses....*brushing his lips with lingering softness* MMmm...care to stay here for a while? *soft whisper*

Princess! Goodnight sis, I will see you anon, non? A little rest and all will be well again...*whispers*...I think you have a gift upstairs..*wink* Goodnight fair princess...I take m'lady light to her bed! *bowing a little with Rowan in his arms, he makes off across the lawns for the Guesthouse, humming, "waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda...you'll come a waltzing Matilda with me...hmm..hhmm....".

Indeed I did sweet Annie Oakley....come then Miss Matilda, to our hideaway in the billabong or whatever that is...*laughingly Destin scoops you up in his arms and turns to make goodnights* See you all later...tomorrow...soon? *laughing* Farewell and goodnight...parting is such sweet...you know! *and he runs into Lily*

*Hoping to help her mood, he stands and streatches a bit before jumping nimbly to the ground and falling to his side and then rolling onto his back. He looks up at her, upside down now in his vision and then lets his tongue fall out of his mouth as he bares his stomach and squirms a bit on the ground.*

*It had helped before when he had felt similar feelings from his friend, perhaps it will work now...*

*the whine causes her to instantly go silent and Dra's eyes widen when the wolf stands on the stone. But when it jumps, she leaps back, fearing that he meant to attack. But when it falls to the ground and rolls over she stares, in stunned amazement.* What are you doing? Stop that. You are not cute. *She watches him rubbing his back on the ground and then suddenly, hesitantly, she chuckles* I wish I could do that too sometimes....*but she does not advance and the mists still twirl about her slowly* I don't play with wolves, you know. You beasts frighten me. *She picks up a stick and tosses it* Go on...get it and find something to amuse yourself. *sniffing* Go kill a rabbit... or something.. *green eyes suddenly glitter and she looks up at the sky* Sounds like a good idea...rabbit hunting. *fangs gleam*

*The stones of the graveyard appear in the faint light as Fenris moves across the grounds and then he jumps atop a fallen stone. Laying there, he watches, his body low and unmoving.*

*whirling around at the graveyard, Dra hisses* What do you want?? Why are you following me? You look like...the Hound of the Baskervilles! Don't you know I hate wolves? *growling at Fenris* What's the matter with you? Since when are you interested in me? You make me nervous...go away...*and Dra moves to the farthest side away from the wolf, soft crimson tendrils lifting from her as if she might dissolve at any moment, tears straining her cheeks. She whispers to the wolf* Are you talking to your friend? Well....don't! *angrily she wipes her face* Mortals! *she snorts* Why does Rhea bother? 

*watching the girls with interest, quickly I kiss Trufort and fly off to my room with an idea. Opening an old ivory box in my private closet, I pull out the ancient feather of my lost self. It shimmers unlike anything that exists today, glowing with an aura. I take it and move to my balcony and with a rose in one hand and the feather in the other, I close my eyes and hope I remember how to do this.*

Emrys...young man that I knew...old friend that you are...ancient master and historian...grant me a wish? Wind...tickle his thoughts with my feather and touch his heart with these petals soft. *and with a soft breath, I blow the rose petals off the stem and into the night wind. I watch them flutter off into someplace far away and hope that they find my old dear friend. It's been a long time since I did this!*

Now there is a magic act! *laughing but watching the painting a bit wide-eyed*

*laughing and clapping and dancing with Trufort* Jackson Square? Not this Streisand! HAHAHAHAA But you can do magic and ...and Destin can juggle and Dra can do fortune telling and we can do magic tricks, and Cooke can have a bake sale! *giggling softly and then turning to Tru* My love, are you ready to slip away for a bit? *bite?*

*Something is wrong and Fenris is curious as to what, but also his Friend would worry for her. He does not understand how he knows this, nor does he care, he just knows.*

*wandering off, the back of her neck tingles and Dra is very aware that the wolf is following her. Fear grips her heart and she turns around and faces the beast.* Stop this! Go back. Leave me be! *hissing fiercely* Don't make me ...angry. *turning around she walks more rapidly to the graveyard.*

How delightful, I have never heard that song all the way through. The playing and the singing were both wonderful. I have always loved hearing songs as they should be... in person and not on the radio. I just wish I could sing and I would join you. Though I think I shall just have to sit back and just enjoy.