Sam was completing her first turn's journey to Woden while Sle'nel’ and The High Queen were preparing for the Lour'den’ Ceremony.
"Highest? With your leave, this would be a good place to spend the eve."
The turn's journey had been slower than Sam had hoped, but held her patience to her knowing that having this many on the journey would ensure a slow ride. As they rode away from El'fs'nd'lle toward the Valley, Sam spent the turn in her own thoughts, thinking on Woden and its place in The Realm. Upon many occasions, she had looked about for U'Aine, but never saw her, guessing that she rode apart from the large group.
As they unpacked for the eve, Sam began to make her shelter, “Highest. May I assist you in this?"
She looked to the voice, hiding her smile, “Master. You have but no need to help me. You must take care of your own shelter."
"I am assigned to you, Highest. Please consider me as your guard for the eve. You can rest secure in the knowledge that I will allow nothing to interfere in your eve's sleep."
Sam smiled lightly, “I will take comfort in this, Master, but this is not the place of a Master to do as such. You are not a guard."
"It is my privilege, Highest. I am most pleased in this duty."
Sam thought to herself, As am I, but asked, “Would you but give me the pleasure of your company for our eve's meal?"
U'Aine nodded, unpacking Brechea, Sam's horse, “I can think of nothing more desirable, Highest."
During the eve meal, Sam and U'Aine spoke mostly of U'Aine's hidden moments away from The Realm, “Did you not have a partner in all these cycles?"
"I could not, as it would have been overly dangerous for them.” She smiled, “But I had my share of lovers, all very knowledgeable, and I am grateful for their company."
"What was your purpose in remaining overly apart from The Realm?"
"To collect information for The High Queen, and to listen for any plots or schemes against her or The Realm."
"Were there any?"
U'Aine nodded slowly, “Oh, most certain, Highest. The High Queen is ever in danger, upon every turn. But Ann'wn guards her well and knows of this danger. I sent Ann'wn messages as nearly often as I sent messages to The High Queen."
"So you were like one of the Black Guards?"
"Not quite this, Highest. The Black Guard acts on orders from The High Queen. I followed my own path that was most unknown to The High Queen. The High Queen or Ann'wn were never informed from where the messages came. The High Queen and I have not spoken for many cycles."
"You are most loyal to her."
"A most amazing leader, in truth. I have never prior met one such as her. Her dedication to The Realm is unequaled by any of her forces."
"She can win a contest with you?"
U'Aine laughed, “Most certain, Highest. She is exceptional as a Master, as well as a High Queen. But, Highest, I have heard from many that you are exceptional as a Highest, and I have also heard how well you fought bravely and well against the Buron King."
Sam looked at U'Aine, examining her striking face, taking enjoyment in the moment, “You flatter, overly, but I am no Master and I am most certain no High Queen."
U'Aine looked into Sam's intense blue eyes, thinking them the most stunningly beautiful eyes she had ever prior seen, “Please forgive me, Highest, but you have not been in The Realm as have I. You know not the lack of quality leaders across our Realm. But because of you and The High Queen, The Realm changes, Highest."
They were sitting close to each other, on separate logs. Sam saw U'Aine examine her every feature, and laughed at such, “You stare at me like you have not seen another in many moons."
U'Aine was indeed staring at Sam, feeling a deep urgent longing, but giving no verbal sign of such, “My apologies, Highest, but I have not seen such beauty as yours in as long. But my pleasure simply lies in your company."
Sam rebuilt the fire, using her new powers. U'Aine watched, surprised, “You are a sorcerer, Highest?"
"No. Only in this regard. I am learning my powers across these moments. It is why the sorcerers come to Woden with me."
"Has Uthrn been assigned to a task, Highest?"
"Uthrn? No."
U'Aine nodded, grateful in the answer, “How is it, Highest, that you have no lover?"
Sam sighed and shook her head, “This is a long tale, U'Aine, but allow me to make it brief. I have had many lovers, but two companions. One was killed in battle. And I did not well by the other. But she is happy in her new union, and this is all that matters. I am skilled in many things, but not in love. Woden often finds this both amusing as well as frustrating, as the laws of Woden require that I must take a companion."
"Ah. I was unaware that Uthrn had taken another."
"Uthrn?” She then laughed, “No, Master. It wasn't Uthrn that I lost. Uthrn, well, was Uthrn. The relationship was ... difficult. I asked for its ending."
"This makes much sense as I couldn't see Uthrn as finding one better than you."
"Once again you flatter overly, but Woden speaks to me often in this regard, and calls me as fickle. That, and Uthrn wouldn't have fit well into Woden."
"Fickle, Highest? I believe this not of you."
"I indeed am as such, Master."
U'Aine shook her head, placing her hand on Sam's arm, “No, Highest. I see this not within you. You just haven't found the woman that is most correct for you. In the moments, Highest, this will occur, as you are most exceptional."
Sam looked down at U'Aine's hand. She shook slightly as the chills ran across her body, surprised at her own feelings. U'Aine felt her heart begin to race, as surprised as Sam in her own feelings. She began to move her hand away, disappointed that Sam hadn't displayed pleasure in the moment. As she did, Sam touched her hand briefly, then held it for a moment.
As Sam let go U'Aine's hand, she said, “I am sorry for my hesitation, U'Aine, but I wish to ensure that I make no further mistakes in this regard."
U'Aine smiled softly, “There is no need for regret, Highest. We have many turns to find our way to each other, or no. But know this, Highest—while I will not rush you, I will move forward toward you, as I find you most desirable."
Sam rose, “Thank you for this truth. I welcome the moments to come to know you more fully, as I find you most intriguing.” Although she didn't wish another relationship at the moment, she found herself wanting to touch this woman.
U'Aine also stood, and for a long moment they stood staring at each other. U'Aine desperately wanted to be with Sam for the eve, but asked, “May I kiss you, Highest? I vow one kiss only."
Sam was frozen in the moment, not wishing another lover as quickly as this, but wanting to be near this woman, wanting to hear her voice through the eve, “One kiss? And then what will you but do with your feelings, U'Aine?"
U'Aine touched her hand to Sam's face, “I will lay at the foot of your tent and have wonderful dreams of what may come to be between us."
Unknowingly, Sam smiled her most engaging smile, shaking her head as she did so, “You are not merely a flatterer, U'Aine, you are also a romantic."
U'Aine cocked her head, looking enticing, “One kiss, Highest?"
"I will grant you one kiss. But only this."
U'Aine held out her arms, gently bringing Sam to her, then held her closely. After a few moments, she raised Sam's head up toward her own, while moving her mouth to Sam's. U'Aine began the kiss gently, moving it slowly to a more urgent and needing kiss, pulling Sam more intently into her. As U'Aine heard Sam moan her pleasure, U'Aine pushed the kiss to the depths of intensity and desire.
When they finally moved away from the kiss, Sam felt dizzy with desire, “It is fortunate for me that you vowed one kiss only. Two kisses wouldn't find us standing here much longer."
U'Aine felt as if the kiss were the most wonderful feeling she ever had prior. As she gasped in her more urgent need, she remained firm in her vow, sorry for having provided it. She lifted Sam's hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss upon it, “Thank you, Highest. I will sleep with dreams of joy. Perhaps upon the next moment, I will request two."
Sam raised an eyebrow, “Good eve, Master."
She turned to enter her tent, as U'Aine said, “Good eve, Highest. Thank you for this great gift."
Sam entered her tent fully shaken, but grateful in the moment. She had left Sle'nel’ and her sister, feeling loneliness in the act, and now having to face her moments alone and no longer with the support of Meera or Caitha. She lay down upon her bed, smiling, taking great pleasure in knowing that U'Aine was directly outside her tent.
"Into the lake, High Wizard Sorcerer? You know of My back?"
"I am sorry, High Queen, but the waters are magical. It is necessary."
She wasn't pleased, “And the water is of ice."
The preparation for the Lour'den’ Ceremony had been difficult for San'lr'in', as much pain had been involved. She was first required to bathe fully in the Lake of Mirrors, an ice-fed lake that sent shivers of sharp pain to her back. After enduring the nearly frozen lake's waters until the moon was fully in the sky, she then had to cross a bed of hot coals the moment she left the lake's waters. While in great pain from the one, she was provided no moments to remove her first pains prior to the cause of the next pains. She brought her meditations to her after she endured one painful moment after another, knowing fully that she would have to deal with the pains when the ceremony's preparations were complete.
"Place your powers aside now, High Queen, as this potion will interact with them overly, and this must not occur. This is the moment where being Elfin provides relief, but since your are not of such, this will be the most uncomfortable of all the purification actions."
"Place My powers aside? For how long, High Wizard Sorcerer? These are The Realm's powers and are vowed to be ever fully aware, as possible."
"You must trust me, High Queen, and while I know this as most problematic, it must be so as to prevent you from harm. It will only be for a short few moments, but the event is necessary."
San'lr'in’ closed her eyes, then did as bid. After the moments necessary to do as such, she re-opened her eyes, “They are contained but on alert, High Wizard Sorcerer. Will this be enough?"
"It will have to do, my Queen, but will increase your burden more fully. So it must be. Now you must drink this potion, but perhaps you should find yourself closer to the ground, Highness."
San'lr'in’ looked at the potion in the cup, smelling some of its ingredients, and thinking the entire look and smell of it repulsive. She brought it slowly to her mouth, then drank it down quickly, knowing what was about to occur.
At the moment the potion completed her throat, and as she swallowed quickly, she felt her stomach grab and twist itself into contortions. In an unknowing act, she knelt to her knees, releasing everything that was inside her stomach. For many moments she retched, wishing the moment over, hoping that the potion didn't do as such to Sle'nel'. When she was completed with the cleansing process, and fully exhausted, she hoped for some rest.
"Once again, I apologize, my Queen, but no rest is to be provided. Now we must prepare you for the ceremony itself. What you are to do, and what you are to say. Do you know the Elfin tongue, my Queen?"
"A little, but not the formal language."
For the remainder of the late after-eve, the prior High Wizard Sorcerer taught San'lr'in’ her role in the Lour'den’ Ceremony.
"The cleansing process is finally complete, Highness. Now we will prepare you with your garments and decorations for the Lour'den’ Ceremony. Are you not excited, Highness? My Daughter is performing one of the most sacred Elfin ceremonies. She has given you high honor, my Daughter's lover."
The High Queen sighed, feeling miserable, “I know I am to be excited in this, Is'en'nel'. I will try to bring together My excitement. But know this. If this pleases My Elf, then I am most pleased and excited, as you say."
It was the just-prior early morn. The High Queen was fully exhausted, hungry, and with deep pain, yet she refrained from turning angry, knowing that she had willingly accepted the ceremony for her lover. As four Elves began to prepare her for the ceremony, she drew her powers back into their state of full awareness, then remained in her second meditation, removing some of her pain, and resting. She wished she could call The Healer to her, but it had been forbidden.
At the correct moment, both The High Queen and Sle'nel’ were led to the small amphitheater. All the newly-returned Elves were present, as well as many Mystics, Deep Mystics, and forces of The High Queen, waiting for the event in the tiered seats.
While The High Queen was held waiting at one end of the arena, Sle'nel’ was held at the other. The candles were lit just prior to the sun's rise, then San'lr'in’ and Sle'nel’ were brought inside the arena, within viewing by all. It was the first moment that they could see each other since the prior eve, and San'lr'in’ stood stunned at her Elf's beauty. Standing at the opposite side of the arena was her lover, fully dressed in the Elfin Queen garments, shimmering even though only the light of a single candle lay upon them. Sle'nel's eyes shone at The High Queen, even from across the arena.
San'lr'in’ smiled what felt like her first smile in an era, locked eyes with Sle'nel', and sent a quiet message, You have stolen My heart and breath, My Desire.
Sle'nel's gown was unlike those in the Valley. While a one-piece gown, the top was tightly fitted, exposing only her chest. The sleeves were loose, cut with a slit on the outer side, all the way to the wrist. The gown was flowing from the hips to the ground, with a short train following behind. Her hair was softly flowing with long thin golden ribbons that accentuated her eyes, and a small crown of shimmering silver was upon her head. San'lr'in’ knew it to be the crown of the Elfin Queen, but Sle'nel’ thought it a mere decoration, not knowing of its significance.
Sle'nel’ returned her own message, I love you.
The ceremony began with four Elves creating two lines, winding their way down through the seats, carrying candles and singing while bells played in the background. As they came down from the top of the arena, more Elves joined in the line, while more musicians began to enter their music from the background. The moment was unhurried, and yet while the ceremony began softly, with each addition of singers and musicians, its intensity and excitement grew.
The two lines of singers grew until they reached the first tier of seats, where they then entered the arena. One line of the Elfin singers picked up Sle'nel', as the other did with San'lr'in', placing each into the center of their line. Each in the line of Elfin singers carried a candle in her hands and wore a crown of lit candles on her head, casting a sacred eeriness on the early pre-dawn morn. While the candles provided enough light from which to make out all the singers, the light provided only enough light to make them seem as half-real and half-spirit.
The lines wove intricate designs as they crossed, then re-crossed in and out of each other. San'lr'in’ followed those in front of her, as was required, but kept her eyes mostly on Sle'nel', surprised in her stance, seeing her fitting perfectly amongst all the other Elves. Their eyes met as the lines crossed, each smiling softly at each other, each awed in the other's garments, beauty and bearing.
Finally, the ceremonial professional brought Sle'nel’ to an arch, slightly away from the center. The other line halted San'lr'in’ on the opposite side of the arch, inside a circle. Between them, off to one of the sides, yet near the middle of the arena, were the two presiding Elves. As the two lines left Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ in the assigned locations, they continued the procession until the lines were combined, forming a circle of Elves around the proceedings.
Sle'nel’ was staring at San'lr'in', amazed that one such as her would agree to a ceremony as this. She could see that her lover looked yet slightly pained from the Cleansing Ceremony, but also saw that San'lr'in’ looked upon her only with love, smiling her kindest and softest of smiles.
Sle'nel’ knew little of the full ceremony, having been given only some memories of it, so was surprised to see San'lr'in’ dressed in a gown from the Valley, but with an Elfin full-length cloak as its covering, shimmering in the Elfin fashion. As did Sle'nel', The High Queen carried a candle, but unlike Sle'nel', her crown was The High Queen's crown, for no other crown could be placed upon The High Queen's head, as was required by The Realm.
When the procession had completed the circle, the music halted. The last refrains echoed through the arena, but San'lr'in’ hadn't noticed. Her eyes were fully upon her lover, who was now just a short distance across the arena. Seeing her look directly back to her, San'lr'in’ was glad in the moment, knowing that she had made no mistake in agreeing to the ceremony.
"Elfin Queen, Sle'nel'. You must now ask The High Queen of The Realm, your chosen partner, if she agrees to the Lour'den’ Ceremony.” The first Elf spoke only in the formal Elfin language, then the other Elf translated her words into the language of the Mystics, so that all could hear and understand the ceremony.
The Elves typically favored detached stances as their custom, but made an exception in their sacred ceremonies. Sle'nel’ walked across the arena to San'lr'in', knelt fully before her, placed her candle to the side, and bowed her head to the ground. She then raised her head, “My most gracious and beautiful Queen. Would you grant me the great honor of performing the Lour'den’ Ceremony with me?"
"Great High Queen of The Realm, San'lr'in'. It is the moment for you to provide your answer to Elfin Queen, Sle'nel'.
San'lr'in’ suddenly caught herself from reaching to touch Sle'nel's hand, but then remembered Is'en'nel's words, “Under no circumstances are you to touch Sle'nel’ in any fashion until the correct moment."
She knelt in front of Sle'nel', looking into her golden, glowing eyes. Smiling, she said, “I humbly and willingly perform the Lour'den’ Ceremony with you, my Desire."
"It is the moment for you to join your flames together."
Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ picked up their candles, touching them flame-to-flame. The flames grew together, as did the flames’ smoke, mingling in the waves of their dance.
"Like the smoke, this ceremony brings Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ together across the moments of the all-eternity. Separate yet combined, the flames provide the image of how Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in's spirits now come together."
The ceremony continued in the same fashion, using other images to join them together in the symbolic fashion, until finally, the symbolic moved to that of the actual physical joining. As they were given their swords, they raised them against each other's. Prior to the ceremony, the swords’ powers had been coaxed to bring magic to the moment. At the correct moment, they brought their swords strongly together as if in battle, holding them tightly together at the moment of connection. All eyes were on the swords, watching as they began to melt into the other, taking each other's shape into their own, forming one newly forged sword. When it looked as if the swords were forever locked into each other, and as they moved their swords slowly apart, the swords took back their own shapes, returning to normal.
At the moment San'lr'in's sword touched Sle'nel's, she looked at her lover, feeling Sle'nel's energy flow through her sword and into her body. Sle'nel’ felt the same flow of energy, looking at San'lr'in’ in surprise at the feeling.
How could this occur?
I know not, but hope it is non-ending.
The moment was intense in its feeling, providing a togetherness neither had prior felt. The sensation was of such amazement that they didn't wish to move their swords apart in fear that the feeling would end. They felt as if they were with each other in their intimacies, but far more fully. They sensed each other's depth of emotions, thoughts, and desires. They began to experience the other to the depths of their most hidden and private of fashions, until they became as one.
After a moment that seemed both overly short yet overly long to them, they separated their swords, as was required. They stood, drained from the moment, feeling a sudden intense loneliness. While Sle'nel’ was astonished at the experience, San'lr'in’ stood more surprised in the moment than in any other event in her lifespan, never having expected that such a connection with another could ever be possible. The sun's rise had well occurred now, and was well into its early mid-morn phase when the final moment in the ceremony was to begin.
Sle'nel’ smiled at San'lr'in', My Love.
San'lr'in’ smiled softly in return, her eyes shining gently upon her lover, I knew not of this occurrence, My Desire. Never could I have imagined as such. Thank you most truly for this moment.
It was as if each other had shared their most intimate and sacred of moments, thoughts and feelings with the other, and both felt as if they were now as one. The ones attending the ceremony weren't without a visualization of the moment. When the swords had come together, Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in's spirits became visible to all those in attendance, moving into, through, and out of each other's bodies as if dancing. Caitha had no words yet to describe the moment, gasping in amazement while clutching tightly onto Meera's arm.
"What a most beautiful ceremony, M'Love."
Meera just smiled, thinking the same, pleased that Sle'nel’ had finally found her peace.
As they moved onto the final moment of the ceremony, San'lr'in’ suddenly found herself somewhat saddened, now knowing that Sle'nel’ would forever be able to sense any moment in which San'lr'in’ faced grave danger. She had hoped this never to occur, knowing that such a moment would be a most emotionally difficult one.
"Elfin Queen. High Queen of The Realm. You have arrived to the final moment of the Lour'den’ Ceremony; the moment that is most sacred and the one in which you will become united across the eons and eternities. As your spirits join, you will be most truly bound together in your love, sharing in the joy of your union, the sacrifices gladly given to the other, the peace in the knowing of the other, and in the privilege of this need. No union in all The Realm can understand or know of the fullness given in exchange for this sacrifice. Never again will you feel alone. Never will your spirits fly without the other. Stand before each other, and bring your hands closely together while you yet remain without touching."
They did as told, holding their hands out to each other. They smiled as they felt their hands wanting to touch, feeling the urgency within their hands and fingertips, seeing them shake as if overly excited, and as if they were not connected to the remainder of their bodies. As they stood waiting, they began struggling against reaching for the other's hands, having to resist the urge most forcefully.
Sle'nel’ looked at San'lr'in', not fully understanding the moment, My hands have the greatest need to touch yours, my Love.
San'lr'in’ laughed softly, As mine to yours. They are like first-moment lovers in this regard.
The Cleansing Ceremony and the official ceremony were created so as to bring the level of desire and awareness to a peak. Now at the end of the ceremony, Sle'nel’ and San'lr'in’ stood before each other, desiring the other in fashions yet unknown to them. They had long prior forgotten that many others were fully all about them. Sle'nel’ fought against the urge to grab onto her lover's hands, but the urgency was beginning to overtake her. She was unsure of how much longer she could resist.
"Take your lover's hands into your own."
It was with relief that they heard the words spoken to them. They did as told without hesitation, unprepared for what was to occur. As their hands touched, their spirits came clashing together in their need of joining, creating such an intense feeling it was as if their entire bodies burned wholly into a blazing flame of continual release, moment after moment. San'lr'in’ kissed Sle'nel’ gently, feeling a peace she had never prior felt. Their spirits danced together in their joy and pleasure, as if they had been caged and apart for long prior. San'lr'in’ was uncertain if the moment were real, or created by the magic powers of the Elves, but cared not, enjoying the moment only. For one instant in all The Realm, she felt at peace with her purpose and life.
After what seemed the briefest of passages, their spirits returned fully to them, ending the dance of eternity. The presiding Elf smiled upon them, “The Lour'den’ Ceremony is complete. Our Elfin Queen, Sle'nel', and our High Queen, San'lr'in's spirits are now as one, through the eternities. Like few others in The Realm, they are fully combined in their union. El'fs'nd'lle congratulates them on their eternal journey, together.
A large celebration followed the ceremony, lasting through the remainder of the turn. But even with the noisy and happy celebration, San'lr'in’ found little relief from the burdens of The Realm. As they danced, the Wizard of the Ravens continued her attempts to search into San'lr'in's mind.
"You look tired, San'lr'in'."
San'lr'in’ was indeed tired, but was fully enjoying the moment with Sle'nel'. Just as she was about to respond, Ann'wn came up to her, “Highness."
San'lr'in’ turned to her, hoping it was another report, “Tell Me."
"Another report, my Queen. It is confirmed. We have captured three R'kin'dles, and they came willingly, with great relief from their fear. They know not who holds their town captive, but fear them well. They tell us that the one who commands them is overly strong. I fear it is who you think it to be, Highness."
"Have they yet seen her?"
"No, my Queen. But they spoke of many ravens about them. Many. And they continue to search about them, looking further for the ravens, even when in our safety."
"Has there been any other sign of the ravens?"
"Yes, my Queen. In the village that the R'kin'dles were told to attack. Many ravens. The forces have seen the ravens, for themselves. And they have killed them."
San'lr'in’ stared blankly at Ann'wn for a moment, then sighed, “Thus it begins, again. We have little choice in this, Force Leader. We are against the strongest we have yet prior faced, but we cannot lose. Save as many of the R'kin'dles as possible, and quickly so. Call the Private Guard together, in masse upon this moment—all of them. Have them seek out the ravens, and kill them."
"Where would you have us place the R'kin'dles, Highness?"
Another voice answered, “San'lr'in'. Take them to Sansthera."
The High Queen looked at her sister, who had just come up to them. She nodded as she turned back to Ann'wn, “As she says, Force Leader. Call the Black Guard to you. Command them to save the R'kin'dles and get them safely to Sansthera. My sister will send a message to Sansthera with them, informing Sansthera of the urgency. You will need to supply forces to Sansthera for protection."
"Thank you, San'lr'in'. I will tend to the note."
As Sume’ left, Ann'wn nodded, “It shall be done, Highness, as you say. With your leave, my Queen."
Softly, yet sadly, she nodded, “Call all our forces together to save the R'kin'dles. They are of great worth to our Realm.” She paused, knowing that Ann'wn would wait until she had been granted The High Queen's leave.
San'lr'in’ sighed again, placing her hand gently on Ann'wn's cheek, speaking so softly and slowly that Ann'wn began to shake with fear, knowing well the darkness about them when The High Queen did as such, “We will not exit this battle as we enter it, Ann'wn. Take great caution upon every move.” She removed her hand, “I wish reports twice upon every turn, from this moment. You have My leave."
Ann'wn was caught speechless in her Queen's words. She bowed her head, “Yes, my Queen."
Sle'nel’ placed her arms around San'lr'in', from behind. San'lr'in’ placed her hands upon Sle'nel's arms for a moment, then turned, “I apologize for this interruption of our celebration, My Desire."
Sle'nel’ just smiled softly, “Come, my Queen. You are overly tired. We have few moments of peace left between us until this wizard is gone from The Realm. We have but one turn until your departure, and you need rest."
"Sle'nel'. This wizard will consume much of My ef—"
Sle'nel’ placed her finger to The High Queen's lips, “I know, San'lr'in'. I have sensed this as so, but there is nothing further to be done at this moment. So let us enjoy this moment, prior to your leave.” Sle'nel’ took San'lr'in's hand, “Come lay beside me, my Queen?"
The High Queen rested during the eve and next turn, enjoying her last moments with Sle'nel’ prior to her return to the Valley, and to the battle with the Wizard of the Ravens. There had been little new from the reports, but Sle'nel’ had begun to sense the Wizard upon San'lr'in's last turn in El'fs'nd'lle'.
"She feels my powers."
Her statement came just as San'lr'in's attendants had completed preparing her for the eve, and just as they had left.
"Do you sense her, as well?"
Sle'nel’ had also been prepared for the eve by the attendants. She touched The High Queen's eve garments for a moment, playing with her lacings, “Some. I sense that she is not yet fully strong. My own weak and pitiful powers confuse her, but I think she seeks out the Sorrows of the Stones."
"Has she felt them within you?"
Sle'nel’ shook her head slightly, “No."
"No? But these are most strong within you."
"I have hidden them from her."
Sle'nel’ had undone the lacings, placing her hand on San'lr'in's breast, teasing it slightly until she heard a moan. But San'lr'in’ tried to ignore the feeling, “You are able to hide this power? How is this so? I knew not about this."
Sle'nel’ grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief, “Do you know the secret of being a great lover, my Queen?"
She placed her other hand on San'lr'in's other breast, pinching it softly, making her Queen to moan once again. San'lr'in’ was yet desiring more information, though, so continued to struggle against the feeling, “No, but I assume you will tell Me."
"Never let your lover know everything about you, my Queen."
It had been agreed between them that Meera would remain with Sle'nel’ while Ann'wn traveled with The High Queen. Four of the newly-returned Elves also traveled to the Valley so that The Realm's members could begin to see the Elves as returned. This was arranged due to the High Council's message stating that a celebration and honored procession were to occur upon their arrival. The Elves had graciously accepted the need for their presence, but would return instantly to El'fs'nd'lle upon the celebration's conclusion.
Ann'wn had many guards already scouting their journey, ensuring that no surprises would occur. A rider was scheduled to be waiting for The High Queen's traveling party every little while so as to assure Ann'wn that their path was safe. And it was arranged that the camp would be prepared well prior to The High Queen's arrival at the end of each turn, so that the journey would be quicker.
"Are you certain you must remain?"
Sle'nel’ sighed, moving in closer to San'lr'in', “I must for a few more turns, but I will leave soon."
San'lr'in’ placed her arm around Sle'nel', kissing the top of her head, “I will miss you, Elfin Queen."
"I am not the queen, San'lr'in'. You know this is not truth."
She laughed, “I saw the Elfin Queen's crown upon your head, My Desire. I speak truth. Ask your High Elfin Counselor if you think this not as so."
"Just because one is seen as such doesn't make it so. When are you leaving?"
"Now. They most likely await My presence, and are most likely prepared for the journey."
"Then we must rise and see you prepared. But vow to me that you will not go to the Wizard of The Ravens without me. Vow this to me."
She sighed, “I may depart prior to you, but I will have a messenger sent to you so that you may meet up with Me, as traveling to the Southern Boundary is shorter from El'fs'nd'lle than from the Valley."
"Vow, San'lr'in'. You must not attempt to fight her without my powers."
"I will not vow this to you, as it would be an untruth. But if you return to the Valley by the Ruler's Gathering, we will make this cheerless journey together."
She and Sle'nel’ walked together to where Ann'wn waited with all the other travelers and guards. She saw that her sister was waiting, as well as the High Counselor and Fon'elnn'. It had been decided that Ern'seln’ would remain with Sle'nel', along with Meera and Caitha and many other guards, but that Roen and Krl'lnn', the young Apprentice-Master, would remain under Fon'elnn's watchful eye. And Sele’ would now be separated from Sle'nel’ once more, traveling back to the Valley with The High Queen and the High Priestess.
Ann'wn knelt and bowed her head, “Highness."
"Rise, Force Leader. Is all prepared?"
"It is, my Queen. The Deep Mystics have decided to remain in El'fs'nd'lle and will travel with the Elfin Queen, offering her their protection at least part of her return journey."
San'lr'in’ thought this a good report, knowing that while she thought the Deep Mystics overly demanding, they would protect Sle'nel’ well upon her journey, “I have spoken with Is'en'nel', and she has informed Me that some of the Elfin guards will also make this journey with her, even though they be with child. They see this as their duty to guard their Elfin Queen."
"I am not the Elfin Queen."
Ann'wn bowed her head, unsmiling, “Yes, Highness. As you say."
San'lr'in’ turned to Sle'nel', smiling a soft smile, “The Realm's Force Leader is not the one to who you must argue this, My Desire. She merely follows what she has been told, and what she knows to be truth."
Caitha had risen early to offer her farewells to The High Queen, “It is a wonderful morn in which to begin your journey, M'Love. And you are not to worry over our Elfin Queen, Highness. Meera and I will ensure her safety. The Healer has prepared me well for any emergency. We will bring her home safely to the Valley."
Sle'nel’ rolled her eyes in disbelief, “I am not the Elfin Queen, San'lr'in'. Why do all insist that I am?"
"You wore the crown, My Desire. It is done."
The High Queen's attendants were standing nearby, holding her cloak, while Ann'wn held all her weapons, “My Queen?"
"Tell Me."
"Would you like me to hold your weapons during our journey, or do you wish to carry them?"
"I will take My sword. You can hold the remainder.” She looked to her attendants and nodded, indicating that she was ready to be prepared with her cloak. As they placed it upon her, she turned back to Sle'nel'.
"If you arrive not by the Ruler's Gathering, all My forces will be on the search for you.” She brought her close to her, holding her one last moment prior to her departure, “I will miss you, most certain, Elf."
Sle'nel’ held her tightly, not wishing her to go, “I love you, San'lr'in'."
"And I you, My Desire, and more so upon each passing turn, in truth."
San'lr'in’ raised Sle'nel's head up to her, then kissed her fully for a long moment, not caring that many were about. As they unwillingly broke apart, she looked once more into Sle'nel's most beautiful eyes, “I will hold visions of you, Elf. You will remain in My mind."
Sle'nel’ raised her hands to San'lr'in's cheeks, touching them gently, “Be safe, my Queen."
She then stepped slightly away, allowing The High Queen to mount. As the travelers began their journey back to the Valley, San'lr'in’ turned around one last moment and sent a message, Return to Me, Elf. I will be waiting for you.
Sle'nel’ watched for a long moment while the travelers made their way back up the steep mountain switchbacks until she could no longer see her lover.
"Elfin Queen. We request your presence. One of us has decided to deliver her babe early, and she would like your presence at this event."
Sle'nel’ sighed, interrupted in her thoughts, guessing that this is what San'lr'in’ often felt as High Queen, “Lead the way, High Elfin Counselor."
As they completed their initial journey up the switchbacks, Ann'wn and San'lr'in’ both took a moment to look back.
"You have returned the Elves to The Realm, Highness."
San'lr'in’ blinked slowly, feeling the weight of The Realm's burdens return fully to her. She looked at Ann'wn for a moment and softly said, “To bring them returned to a realm such as this was no great deed, Force Leader. Let us hope that it is for no purpose."
She turned her horse toward the Valley, looked at Ann'wn for one last moment, then placed the hood of her cloak over her head. Ann'wn met her Queen's eyes, seeing the burden that now rested within them. She wondered how The High Queen survived them.
Ann'wn had Fon'elnn’ guide them home, while she remained guarding The High Queen. The High Counselor rode in front of The High Queen this turn, while The Healer rode beside her. Little talking had occurred as they made their way through the Elfin gates, but per their usual, once upon open ground, all talking ceased. The Healer closely watched her Queen throughout the turn, wondering what such a one as this thought about during the journey, yet having no notion of it.
While many eyes watched her throughout the journey, San'lr'in’ paid them no heed, well trained to expect as such. Given moments to herself, and knowing that her forces were guarding her well, San'lr'in’ brought her meditations to her, searching for the Wizard of the Ravens. She was surprised when the Wizard of the Ravens also sensed her.
I sense your presence seeking me, High Queen.
The Wizard's thoughts stunned her, but she remained silent.
I like the feeling of your thoughts. They are intelligent and quick, unlike most these now around me. And you know well the feeling of power. I can sense this as so.
She searched her mind quickly, knowing she would have to prevent the connection soon.
I have sensed into many others’ thoughts, High Queen, and none compare to you. I am well pleased in finally finding you.
San'lr'in’ had heard the stories of the Wizard's great mind and abilities, and could now sense as such for herself. She felt that the Wizard had such great command over her mind and powers that she was completely at-ease in them.
She also sensed the Wizard's slight amusement, You choose not to send me your thoughts at this moment, High Queen. But I can wait. First, though, a slight trial of your abilities. Should you survive, we will perhaps speak again.
San'lr'in’ closed her mind to the Wizard, while wondering as to what the Wizard was planning, A trial? We certainly need no further trials.
They rode slightly past the sun's setting, needing to halt at the prior-prepared camp regardless of when they arrived to it. As they rode into camp, The High Queen removed herself from her meditations, then dismounted. As she did so, she became aware that her body was tired from the long turn's journey.
"High Queen."
She looked down to the voice, “Force Leader, rise. Are we where I might remove My hood?"
"I am sorry, but no, my Queen. Your meal awaits, and your bed is prepared."
"I must tend to other matters, Force Leader. Are there other reports from The Realm?"
"There are no new reports, Highness."
"And you must eat, High One, or Sle'nel’ will slit my throat upon her return."
The High Queen smiled slightly to her Healer, “Are you My keeper now, Healer?"
"Eat, then do as you will, High One."
"I am not as young as your forces, San'lr'in'. You torture me on this journey. Can we not rest during the turn?"
Ann'wn stepped into the conversation, “I am sorry, High Priestess, but we must make haste. The High Queen must return to the Valley quickly, as The Realm begins to gather out of fear over the Wizard of the Ravens."
This was unexpected to San'lr'in', “Explain yourself, Force Leader. The Realm gathers?"
Ann'wn bowed her head, blushing, knowing she had neglected to inform her Queen of such, “Yes, my Queen. The reports have traveled quickly through your Realm, and many have already arrived to hear of what can be done to halt the Wizard."
"The burden increases."
"Yes, Highness."
"And our entry procession is to be a grand event?"
Ann'wn bowed her head again, “Yes, my Queen. It is so."
"I assume that all the necessary arrangements have been made."
"Yes, Highness."
Sume’ waived her hand in dismissal, “Enough. I need to eat. San'lr'in', come with me and tell of what you saw while in your meditations upon this turn. Have you felt into the Wizard?"
San'lr'in’ stared at her sister with great surprise, well unused to taking commands from another. She first startled at the command, then laughed quietly to herself, following her sister to the fire.
The second turn of traveling was a repeat of the first, with them arriving into camp once again well past the sun's set. As they sat around the fire eating their eve's meal, Sume’ spoke softly to San'lr'in', “Perhaps you should return Sele's powers to her. We might need them against this wizard."
"I am uncertain of this moment."
"Then you should place them within you, as we will need these powers."
"Take Sele's powers into My own?"
"Yes. You can do this."
"They are most difficult to incorporate into mine, and will be even the more difficult to remove."
Sume’ thought about it for a moment, “We have little choice in this. Then you must return them to her soon, so that she may grow used to them."
"As soon as they are returned to her, the Wizard will feel her powers, as she has both The Realm's powers as well as the sorcery, like mine. But hers are more finely connected to each other than mine, and she need not call them to her. They are a part of her. The Wizard will feel this and seek her out."
"We will need these powers, San'lr'in'. In highest truth."
"Sele’ went to the Dark Powers once, and I am not yet assured she can avoid as such, again. We cannot risk losing her powers to the Dark Ones. These powers must remain in The Realm."
"You will have to trust her upon one moment, San'lr'in', and this you know."
"You speak truth, but is this the moment for that test, Counsel?"
"She has done well, but perhaps we should speak to her in this regard."
"Has she learned to be without her powers?"
"She has begun to wield the sword well without them, and she can engage the first three meditations without them, which is far better than I manage."
"You don't try. You are able to do this should you desire. Does she miss her powers?"
"She speaks not to me about them. She speaks of pleasing you, only, and knows that she has failed you and The Realm."
"Would you trust her, Sister, with The Realm?"
Sume’ was quiet for a moment, staring at San'lr'in', “I would. She may have been called by the Dark Ones, but she listened to them only for her dedication to you and The Realm."
"I will give her a test. Inform her not about this. You will help me in this regard."
"Good. She will pass."
Krl'lnn’ was sitting around the fire, near Roen and Ern'seln'. She had said little to anyone since The High Queen's battle with the prior First Master, choosing to observe only. Fon'elnn’ had watched her carefully since that moment, yet distrusting that Krl'lnn’ would come fully into the service of The Realm. While The High Queen was eating her meal, Fon'elnn’ decided to test Krl'lnn's dedication.
She rose and removed her sword from its sheath, pointing it to Krl'lnn', “I challenging you to a contest, wanting-to-be master."
Ann'wn watched with great interest, also untrusting as to Krl'lnn's allegiances. The High Queen slightly raised an eyebrow, and quietly sensed into Krl'lnn's thinking for a moment.
Krl'lnn’ rose hesitantly, holding her hands out, as if empty, “I have no sword, Master. I cannot accept this contest."
Ann'wn rose, unsheathed her sword and tossed it to her, “Use mine. It will do."
Sume’ watched carefully, whispering to her sister, “The Dark Powers flow easily within this one."
San'lr'in’ jerked back slightly at her sister's words, not having felt as such, “You sense this to be truth?"
Sume’ shook her head, “No, but I watch her eyes, and they are nervous."
The contest began with Krl'lnn’ hitting Fon'elnn's sword, as was expected. Fon'elnn’ quickly moved the contest to a higher skill level, forcing Krl'lnn’ to do the same. San'lr'in’ watched Krl'lnn's moves, once again sensing into her thoughts. As was expected, Krl'lnn’ had been trained to mask her thoughts, as a Master, but San'lr'in’ did manage to sense confusion and anger.
"This one means you harm, San'lr'in'. I sense as such."
San'lr'in’ stared at her sister for a moment, then watched the contest, sensing deeper into Krl'lnn's thoughts. She wasn't pleased with what she sensed.
"You must remove her from your presence."
"It is safer with her in our presence than not. Fon'elnn’ also senses as you. This young would-be Master will be well-watched."
She returned to the fire, watching the flames quietly, but suddenly felt someone's gaze upon her. Though many watched her, the intensity of this gaze told her that someone was seeking her attention. She looked around, then saw who it was.
She rose and walked over to another fire, and looked down at the one who had captured her attention, “Walk with Me, Young Roen?"
They walked a short distance away from the fires, remaining quiet until The High Queen felt the distance enough to ensure privacy, “You seek Me?"
"My apologies, Highness, but I have seen two items in concern to you."
"Tell Me of these."
"The Wizard of the Ravens is not what you have been led to believe, Highness. She is more, yet less, in all things."
"What does this mean?"
"I know not. Only this is what has come to me."
She thought on it for a moment, Evil? Powerful? She let it go, “And the other item?"
"A betrayer journeys with you, Highness."
"Who?"
"I know not, my Queen. I am sorry for this. I am yet overly young to know this. I will continue to seek this name. But they do mean you great harm. Beware of them, my Queen, as you return to the Valley."
She halted their walking, placing her hand gently on Roen's cheek, “You have done great service to Me and The Realm, Seer Roen. Should you ever desire to serve The Realm directly, tell Me and I will make it to occur."
As they halted the next eve, San'lr'in'thel'ineln’ heard a cry from far above. She moved slightly away from the others and returned the call. After the great bird landed upon her arm, she listened intently to the dreaded report, hearing what she had hoped she never would. When the bird was completed with delivering her message, San'lr'in’ stroked its head lightly.
"Worry not, My most special of all messengers. I know of this danger and will tend to it directly. Make your way well north of here, and hide among the rocky havens. Remove yourself away from this danger, as your kind cannot fight against all these ravens. Flee quickly from here, and take as many with you as possible. Remain there until you are called. Upon that moment, you will know that you are safe."
She kissed the bird gently upon the beak, then moved her arm, making it to fly off, “Go, Great Winged Messenger. Go, and remain as safe."
The High Queen made her way to the craggy edge of the flat mountaintop on which they were now camped, climbing slightly up to a ledge that looked far out into The Realm. She removed her hood and entered deeply into a most difficult of meditations. She called the powers of the winds to her, making the skies to turn the dark gray of a turmoiled sky.
Send me your thoughts, High Queen.
San'lr'in’ was surprised that the Wizard entered so easily into her mind, but knew that while the Wizard could invade her thoughts with her own, she would be unable to sense The High Queen's thoughts unless they were opened to her. She remained silent, but curious.
You yet refuse to send me your thoughts, but it is of no matter. I can feel that you are curious, as you don't close your mind to me, completely.
San'lr'in’ knew that what the Wizard said was truth. And she knew that she should be closing her mind completely to the Wizard, but as the Wizard had said, she was curious.
I am seeking an equal, High Queen. And I sense that you are that equal. I need someone by my side.
The thought surprised San'lr'in'. She hadn't suspected that the Wizard would be looking for a companion.
I mean to rule, as I did long prior, High Queen. If you manage to survive my little trial, perhaps I will consider you as mine. Until later, perhaps, my curious one. I hope you will survive.
Fon'elnn’ watched over The High Queen throughout the long eve, but knew not what to do as the sun's rise began to hint of its turn's journey. She was relieved to hear Ann'wn's steps near her. Neither knew that The High Queen had been listening to the Wizard's thoughts.
She clasped her hand quickly over her heart, “Good morn, Force Leader."
Ann'wn did as well, “Master. Has she been here the entire eve?"
Fon'elnn’ nodded, “Most certain, Force Leader. She as not moving the entire eve. And she calling overly strange powers to her."
Ann'wn frowned, “She has remained in her meditations?"
Fon'elnn’ merely nodded.
"We must leave. I will try to make her aware of our presence."
Ann'wn began to go up to San'lr'in', but was startled to hear her voice, “I am returned, Force Leader. Come. We must make haste. Our moment to fight against the Wizard of the Ravens moves rapidly toward us."
The High Queen looked at Ann'wn for a brief moment, returned the hood to her head, then hurried down the craggy slope. She moved directly to her horse, not waiting for the others. Ann'wn also mounted, then followed, allowing the others to catch up as they could.
Sle'nel’ rose and went to the Reflecting Pool, looking upon it while far removed from its presence. A movement brought her attention back to the moment.
"R'lodin'lindor. What is it, my flying wonder?” Then she saw Sele's flying unicorn, “And D'ron'stri'nil'. You also come?"
They are here to bring back the others of their kind, my daughter.
Sle'nel’ petted R'lodin'lindor's great nose, “Like R'lodin'lindor did with D'ron'stri'nil'?"
R'lodin'lindor nodded her big head.
"I cannot bring back as many as this. There are many Elves now."
You will go, as will Srn'threln'. You will return with six of the Little Ones. Then they, with their new Elves, will begin retrieving the others, and so on. But you have the first moment.
Srn'threln’ walked up to Sle'nel', “Is this acceptable, Elfin Queen?"
Sle'nel’ had given up trying to tell everyone that she didn't wish to be Queen. She nodded and accepted the moment, “I accept this as so. This many R'lodin'lindors in the skies will be a most magnificent sight throughout much of The Realm. But is it the best moment, with the Wizard of the Ravens now waking?"
They have asked to return so that they may help in this battle. The ravens of the Wizard killed many of their long-prior kind, and they have not forgotten this. They wish to help The High Queen in this battle.
Sle'nel’ said nothing, understanding the dark moment now before them. She looked at Srn'threln', then turned and mounted R'lodin'lindor. The happy moment that this should have been now looked well other than that.
Sam's journey to Woden was finally in its last stage. Sam knew the route to Woden by now, having already prior traveled it, but let the guards lead the way. U'Aine wasn't in sight, choosing to guard in her own fashion. They traveled steadily upon the first turn after the Valley, camping in a clearing near the middle of a forest that the guards knew well, enjoying the soft glow of a small fire.
"The skies have favored your journey, Highest."
Sam heard the voice, smiling as she turned toward it, “And I be most grateful for such. What did you see during your journey this turn, Master?"
U'Aine sat down near her, ever amazed at Sam's sparkling frost-blue eyes, “A wondrous sight, in truth."
"Oh? I haven't been able to see any wondrous sights between Woden and the Valley. It seems like we travel this path only in haste."
"The sight is a vision of beauty, Highness, with the most beautiful hair and eyes, and sits upon a horse as if she were born to it. It requires my every training to remove my eyes from this sight."
Blushing, Sam said nothing. She had enjoyed U'Aine's company during the journey, but hadn't allowed it to move toward anything more than fireside talks, even in spite of her own desires.
"Our moments move quickly toward Woden, Highest. We will arrive as scheduled. Might there be something I could do for you prior to our arrival?"
Sam shook her head, “No. We will just enter. Woden will do the rest. We are not like the Valley in this regard. There will be no formal ceremonial procession."
U'Aine shook her head, “As The High Queen will face upon returning to the Valley.” She laughed lightly, “But I know well that she tolerates these only. It is part of her burden."
Sam looked at U'Aine, knowing that she had watched San'lr'in’ quietly from afar for many cycles, “She indeed has the burdens of The Realm upon her."
U'Aine heard a noise and looked up into the trees, “Highest? Do the Woden lands always have this many ravens about?"
Sam had also seen the unusual number of ravens following them throughout the turn, “No, at least not that I have noticed. Their numbers seemed to but have greatly increased since my last journey to Woden."
A long-prior memory nagged at U'Aine's mind, but she let it go for the moment, “I am looking forward to seeing your Woden, Highest.” She looked into Sam's eyes, seeing the blue of all the skies and waters of The Realm. She had restrained herself from pushing herself onto Sam, but her resolve was growing away from her.
Sam returned U'Aine's look, also failing in her vow to herself. She touched U'Aine's face lightly, “And I look forward to you seeing my Woden, Master."
U'Aine brought her hand up to Sam's, touching it softly. She felt herself shiver slightly as their flesh touched. They were sitting close enough that U'Aine could smell Sam, wishing to lose herself in The Highest's hair. She brought Sam's hand to her lips and kissed it softly.
She then kissed Sam's cheek, “Would you like to go see the lake? It is nearby. Not even a moment's walk from here. The stars’ shine reflect brightly upon it this eve."
Sam rose, “I knew not that there was a lake here."
U'Aine motioned to the direction, and as they headed down the animal path, U'Aine took Sam's hand into her own, both shivering at the touch. As U'Aine had vowed, Sam could see the lake through the trees, surprised at its beauty.
"This is much like my sister's lake in the Valley. A most beautiful sight."
"Her lake is most special, indeed, but this is nearly as beautiful.” She looked at Sam, “Yet, in all its beauty, it pales in comparison to your own.” She kissed Sam lightly.
Sam sat down on a soft patch of ground. U'Aine sat down next to her, “Look up at the stars, Highest. Are they not amazing?"
Sam laid down on the ground, gazing up to the stars, “The First Ones of Woden came from somewhere out there."
U'Aine lay down beside her, propping herself on her elbow so that she could look at Sam, “I have heard this tale. Brave women."
"I cannot imagine what their journey be like. While we travel amongst forests and plains, is all they see this sky and its stars?"lai
U'Aine thought about it for a moment, then shook her head, “In truth, it is beyond my understanding, in any regard. It must be a feeling of isolation beyond than any other."
U'Aine bent over slightly and gave Sam another kiss. Upon this moment, the kiss lasted a moment longer, but neither held the other, simply enjoying the kiss.
Sam found herself desiring much more, but refused to move herself toward it, “Did you like remaining but so distant from The High Queen and the Valley, Master, in all your travels? Were you not lonely?"
U'Aine laid upon the ground and gazed at the stars, “The stars became my friends upon many moments, for the lack of another. The Realm needed as such."
Sam leaned on her elbow, returning U'Aine's gaze. She thought her a stunning warrior woman, finding U'Aine's sculpted face overly compelling. In spite of her many experienced cycles, U'Aine remained remarkably young and innocent in appearance, “The stars are no one's friend, U'Aine. They merely remind us of our loneliness in this Realm."
She bent down slowly to U'Aine's face and stared into her eyes. She brought her hand softly to U'Aine's cheek, then kissed her fully. U'Aine moaned at the feeling, and with no more control left to her, she placed her arms around Sam, bringing Sam on top of her, holding her tightly. The kiss lasted many moments, moving their urgency suddenly forward.
U'Aine was a strong warrior woman, but Sam found her gentle and completely open, without being demanding. Sam broke away from the kiss and looked down into U'Aine's face.
"What do you see, Highest?"
"Someone I would like to know more of."
U'Aine placed her hand lightly on the back of Sam's head and brought it close to her, “Allow me to show you my need, Highest, so that you may know more of me."
She returned Sam's kiss, moving the kiss even further in its urgency and intensity, until she heard Sam moan her own pleasure. They enjoyed the kiss for a long moment, then Sam began to move away, back to her spot on the ground.
"Highest, did you not enjoy this moment between us?"
Sam sighed and looked at the stars once more, “What do you think it must be like for those up there that now come to The Realm?"
U'Aine knew enough to give Sam the distance she needed, “Wonder. Perhaps some fear. Loneliness, perhaps."
"Yes, U'Aine. I enjoyed the moment. Perhaps overly."
U'Aine made no move to take the moment further, allowing Sam to do as she needed. They gazed at the stars for many moments, then Sam moved back over to U'Aine and kissed her once more. But upon this moment, she placed her hand on U'Aine's breast. As they kissed, she unbuttoned U'Aine's shirt, then touched her. U'Aine moaned and pulled Sam more fully to her. For the moment, Sam thought no more of the humans now in the skies above them.