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brave_kreyu) wrote2024-07-27 01:01 pm
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OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine
Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.
"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."
She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.
"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."
She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.
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"The tribe worshiped many gods, but the greatest among them was the goddess of the forest. The stories paint her in different ways. In some tales she is more of an entity to be feared, appeased. The tribe lets their own blood for her as an offering from time to time, and when she is very hungry a person of the tribe might be devoured outright, vanish in the forest. In others, she is gentler most of the time, but can be angered greatly by disrespect, by not receiving her due from humankind."
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He is careful not to laugh, even as he might like to.
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She is careful as she paints on his skin. "Some tales say she grew angry, withheld her bounty. Others that the tribe gave a greater offering than normal at long intervals and when the time came they could not offer Her the greater bounty. The tribe agreed that someone must go into the forest, seek the Goddess, plead for their sake, but they were afraid. They knew that whoever went might never return."
"He who was born winged volunteered to go, to enter the forest in search of the goddess."
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"Interesting that he would offer himself as a potential sacrifice," he says. "Perhaps not out of a desire to gain the appreciation of his tribe...could have been due to the fact that he felt as if nothing could be worse than the feeling of being outcast."
Not even death. Death might have been a relief...
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"I do not know that I could stop myself from trying to ease the pain of one so burdened. Especially now, when my mind would cast you in such a role."
"He knew the Forest well, its ways and paths, and he was strong and clever. He traveled to the forest's heart, to a spring where She was rumored to sometimes come to bathe."
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The largest one being the surprise of his arrival in an arid desert and being rescued by a winged goddess...and falling madly head over heels in love with her.
(There is more he wishes to say, but he does not want to interrupt her telling of the legend, so he holds his thoughts for now.)
"If I was the one born winged, I would have studied the forest in great detail. Found places to hide, seek sanctuary..."
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She sets the last line of the design into place, now the dye will have to sit for a time. "I am sure that he must have done precisely that, for he felt enough at ease near the spring that he dozed off."
Her smile warms, turns a touch amused. "From his sleep, he heard someone bathing in the spring, heard a woman's voice singing softly. He knew it must be the goddess, for no one else would have dared to bathe in the spring. He did not wish Her to think he had lain in wait to spy on what was not meant for him to see, but he wanted to see her, to know the being responsible for so many wonders, for this place that felt more like home to him than any other."
She chuckles. "And I suspect that the stories saying she was supposed to be quite lovely didn't hurt his desire to see her either."
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"The sight of a lovely goddess bathing in a secluded forest spring WOULD be quite desirable," he says. "I can speak from personal experience."
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She laughs at his response about personal experience. "Hm, I suppose you can," she teases.
"He decides it is wisest to speak up, and so he does. He explains to Her that he did not intend mischief, but that he was so weary he fell asleep."
Kreyu grins. "She laughs, the sound like birdsong. She tells him that she knew he was there from the beginning, that she has always known where he is when he is within the forest. She tells him she has watched him many times, for he alone is unafraid of her, seeks to KNOW rather than simply TAKE from the forest."
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He settles into the nest, relaxing slightly with the contact and the closeness.
"But you have to be willing to offer something in exchange, no matter how slight. Balance also matters."
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"Balance is the issue in many of the tales. The forest is a part of her, and she gives so much to humans that she needs more energy to sustain the forest and herself. He begins to wonder if his life will be taken to feed her, feed the forest, one life for many."
"And then the goddess emerges from the spring, without any shame at her nakedness. The sight of her rather brought him to his knees."
Kreyu's smile turns a little wicked. "I have my suspicions as to why. And if his ache to be touched, to be wanted, was as keen as mine was before you, I would imagine that only made things worse." None would lay with him, after all, in the stories.
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After all - aside from that first meeting of theirs when he was so truly lost, and not wanting to cause HER any embarrassment with his nudity - he has felt no true shame or fear with her, showing himself as he is.
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"I have always thought so, but there are cultures who would disagree about nudity," she replies.
"She thought him so very lovely, when she saw him standing there with his wings." She's not just talking about the goddess. "A mind that wanted to KNOW, a heart that was unafraid, a form so lovely, she wanted him so very much in that moment."
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"Did she suggest to him that they lie together, there by the spring? Would that be enough of an offering to sate her appetite, for what had been taken from the forest by the rest of the tribe?"
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"She did ask if he would wish to lay with her there," Kreyu replies. "She told him of the ways she found him so desirable, and that a coupling would give her strength." Kreyu grins. "He accepted her invitation."
She checks the progress of the dye. "I do not know if a man would face additional difficulties, laying with someone for the first time. Would they?"
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Skellig exhales a laugh.
"You have caused a similar reaction in this winged-born man, even if I am no youth."
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"I will admit it pleases me, that I can affect you so strongly," she tells him.
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"What happened, after they had finished their encounter?"
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"She asked him if he would be hers, would be her mate and her intermediary with the humans. He became the first shaman, the first to learn the mysteries of the forest, spirits, and magic."
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He entangles their fingers.
"I'm sure he had much to learn," he says. "Both in bringing the goddess pleasure, and the ways of the forest. He must have been grateful to have such a strong and knowledgeable teacher."
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She squeezes his fingers gently. "The stories don't speak of that," she tells him, voice soft. "Most say he became a god once he had trained others in the knowledge to perform his duties as an intermediary."
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He smirks.
"Perhaps as part of our celebrations, to prepare for our public announcement? Or afterwards. Either...I would not mind." His smirk softens into a smile. "I would go anywhere you asked me to, so long as you are with me."
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"And I would go anywhere you asked me to, Skellig, so long as you were with me."
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Plus, another chance at flight!
"Would you like to try another design on me, since this one seems to be settling well on my skin?" He asks, glancing at his chest. "Give you something else to toy with tomorrow, and might keep us from getting up to trouble tonight?"
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"There are versions of the tale where the god is the God of the Hunt and the first shaman is a woman, if you would prefer that," she offers.
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