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| Topic Started: Jun 25 2009, 10:44 AM (21 Views) | |
| Andria | Jun 25 2009, 10:44 AM Post #1 |
Don't Play with Fire
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It was Beltane, and Andria was standing on the knoll. The two bright fires were lit and burning brightly, and their light shone against her skin. The herds of the nearby village had already been drove between the fires and sent to their summer grazing land. Now it was almost dawn and young women and men from the villages were rushing through the woods to the fires. Many young men would be a little behind the maidens of the villages for they had been busy hanging garlands on the windows of their sweethearts. A May pole was set up and already many maidens taking part in it, the younger maidens were gathering flowers and braiding them together for crowns. Couples whom were planning on marrying were jumping over fires to insure their fertility so that they could produce a heir to the family name. Andria watched the celebrations go on, pleased, yet she had never had the joy of taking part in many of these celebrations herself other than the preparing the Fire of Bel... At dawn the celebrations would be over, and everyone would take a twig on fire home with them to relight their home fires which had already been extinguished. Andria stood between the two fires on top of the knoll, alone but shining in beauty and a tantalizing aura of wisdom. She stood for a moment, watching carefully before going down to join many of hte young maidens who had taken seats in the grass and were playing with the flowers they had gathered, and using sticks to make them into garlands for their homes. She took her seat and smiled, telling stories for the young girls. They were all looking up to her, as their mothers had, and their grandmothers before them for tales of inspiration and love... for advice... and in admiration... Andria was known among most every woman in nearby villages for her wisdom in the old ways and her advice and potion making. She saw more girls walk into the clearing, some in groups and a few on their own, all looking confused as what they were doing. Andria waved them over, seeing one in particular that caught her eye and making room for the girl next to her. |
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Signed, Fiery Passion   
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