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Amethyst Island |
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mystighost (guest, 76.107.60.41) |
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December 31, 2011 at 12:54:24 AM |
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The Editing Game by La Reina |
Laoise Collier sat at the edge of the cliff as she always did, watching the glimmering dance of the crimson sun as it sank behind the northern shoreline of her kingdom. Here and there, she watched as the first evening lanterns on the shores of Jasper, their sister island, twinkled on. This was her second favorite part of the day, when the hustle and bustle of the day quieted down and she could be alone with her thoughts. Her favorite part of the day would come later, though, when she could snuggle in the arms of her husband Daithi to discuss those thoughts until they both fell asleep. She didn't care what they talked about, really. All that mattered was the sound of his deep, strong voice as he detailed some expedition into Mount Poinsettia, the island's main volcano, or the rumble of his chest against her cheek as he laughed at one of her off-handed jokes.
They'd known each other for nearly all of their 3,034 years on this planet, had been married for 3,000 of those years. Together, they had five children, each of whom had children and grandchildren of their own. In fact, most of the population of the six islands in their archipelago carried at least a small bit of Collier blood. Yet neither of them looked very much older than when they'd first met, when Daithi was twenty-three and she was twenty. This was the usual way on Amethyst. They had never known anyone to die of what other places would call old-age. Painful childbirth was a rarity here, as well. Yet they did not have the usual maladies such as pollution, crime, or abject poverty that plagued kingdoms that were far less populated than theirs. No one knew why this was, but most suspected the Poinsettia had something to do with this.
Laoise smiled to herself as she shook herself from her daydreams. Her beloved was near her. She knew this even before she could hear the crunch of his boots against the purple grass for which the island was named or could see his lean silhouette against the rising of the twin moons. This was another part of the magic of their world: she had never been able to put a name to how she could know where he was any time she wanted or how he could always know, at the exact instant, when she was in danger and needed him to rescue her yet again. She had read literature from other lands all over Hajullelah as well as from the other realms for which Amethyst had become a place of refuge, about couples who could sense each other's presence. But there was more to this than that. Others might suggest a sort of extrasensory perception, but that did not quite describe it either. It wasn't as though they could read each other's minds. It was more like, at the exact moment when she most needed him or wished for him to appear, it was almost as though she could feel him being pulled inside of herself, or she could feel him pull her inside instead. Oh, to be able to explain this! But it didn't matter now, as Daithi's hand was now upon her shoulder.
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- The Editing Game - La Reina Dec 21 2011, 11:44:16 PM
- Amethyst Island - mystighost Dec 31 2011, 12:54:24 AM
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- Re: The Editing Game - MoonAgeDaydreamer Dec 23 2011, 7:48:44 PM
- back (almost) where it all began.... - Fiammetta Dec 23 2011, 11:16:22 AM
- Mine (rated Mature) - Parfaitcheri Dec 23 2011, 7:44:54 AM
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- Re: The Editing Game - Parfaitcheri Dec 22 2011, 6:57:08 PM
- Cool! But first, a disclaimer... - Billina Dec 22 2011, 9:13:17 AM
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