[ P ] I See With Crystal Visions

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s Nimue led, with her night’s companion close behind, the latter of the two began to suspect that there was something amiss. Nimue was an odd wolfess -- why else would Rhiannon be so attached to her, if not? -- but this seemed particularly unusual as they moved through the foreign halls. Still, she asked no questions of the fae, content to enjoy her company and her scent. "Always on the move, are we, Amethyst?" At this comment, Rhiannon merely smiled, lost to the pools of deep ocean blue before her. ”Oh, Sapphire. As the waters and the winds are restless, so, too, are you and I.”


Taking a couple of steps towards her, she caressed the tip of her nose along the soft down of the feathers tracing her mask. Nim then leaned the side of her muzzle against the other woman's, releasing a sigh and allowing their breaths to mingle before she sought the vibrance of her eyes once more.
Rhiannon remained firmly where she stood as Nimue approached this time, and the feel of the other’s muzzle against her own. There were a thousand faces and a thousand scents in that castle, but they were all lost to Rhiannon then. She felt that peculiar sensation, one of both feverish heat and a chill running up one’s spine, somehow at the same instant.


But the moment was short lived, as the ones before had been, as well. As Nimue declared her intention to leave, Rhiannon did not bother to hide the disappointment from her delicate features. Were the two destined to ever part, either one or both women, when passion had been inspired? But the silvery fae bit her lower lip to resist following for the longing of closeness as the other offered a veiled invitation to an entirely different sort of encounter: “The Voice calls us to the King’s Garden..."


Like a phantom in the shadows, Nimue was gone in an instant, leaving Rhiannon puzzled. The Voice. This name -- this idea was not new to Rhiannon, though she had given it little heed previously. The Lowlander witch had been in the king’s garden once before, and so finding her way to the crowded place would be no trouble at all. Before she reached the splendor of the wintry blooms, she would have made up her mind.



/exit Rhiannon


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