A vision stood sentient at the foot of an artfully carved bed frame. Bare toes curled around the base, toes attached to feet that curved up into the long, slender frame of five inches. That's right, the vision was no more the size of a doll, but no less lovely.
Her skin shone like pearls had been used to moisturize her pale skin, that barely there hint of rainbow that came with the shine of sun through a child's bit of quartz. Wings of the finest Sidhe genetics rose high, shimmering like the inside of an abalone's shell. Little arms spread outwards, fingers flared, and those wings began the slow fan not unlike a butterfly's whilst it drank the minerals from a puddle on a hot summer's day.
Wide almond eyes seemed distant despite their transfixed position upon the peaceful slumber of the druid's bed she'd perched upon. Statuesque, pristine, if not for the slow fan of those shining wings, one would think the demi fae a mere trick of the moonlight that filtered through the windows of this woodsy home.
There, the faint glimmer of the fae's skin began to glow, her body slowly illuminated as if a candle were struck from within. Those splayed fingers and outstretched arms rose upwards then, and little toes uncurled from their grip on the footboard of the bed. Slowly she began to lift, turning as if on some invisible revolve.
Up, up, up the little fae twirled, curiously though, her wings had retired to the secure flat of her back, and it really was some other power that drew her. But alas, it wasn't long before the fae ran out of room, and she disappeared like a breath of petals to a sharp wind.
"Hear me....Child of Green and Stone. Hear me and play! Yes, yes. Play. Shang bids pretty Elrohir to come out and play!"
Would head hear her call" Or would it be the non-corporeal fingers that brushed the sleeping form of himself within the eye of his dreams" Either way, Shang would bid the druid 'awake', and he'd be greeted by the dimpled stretch of a sidhe beauties' smile.
Every smile he missed while awake, every gesture, every trilling sound and delightful warmth from her curling and lounging presence. Elrohir would find it now in the sanctuary of his dreams. She was no doubt all he could have imagined from what his sensitive ears and extrasensory preceptors could glean, and more.
Milky curls awashed the pearly frame of her willowy body, and she moved with all that grace he'd come to know during the waking time she spent hovering in his company. A child of the Moon and Earth indeed, this lovely demi fae was. Smells made sense now from his waking moments, clicking into place with the spector she presented herself to be in his sleep.
Lilies, Liliacs, the creep of ancient moss across fallen celestial rocks, the crisp bite of cool water, the sweet, sonorous solace of the velveteen sky and it's stars; even the soulful echo of the moon, all these things radiated from her naturally.
When at long last the guileless demi fae bid her friendly druid 'good night', she ended their meeting with a darling kiss to the tip of his nose, slender hands wrapping warm, real, and right about his own before they slipped away into the depart of waves...
Elrohir, when he woke shortly after this busy night of revelation and demi fae mischief, now had a face to grace the sightless backs of his whirling ocean eyes. All the little nuances during the waking would have more sense behind them now, and would no doubt make the even tempered elf a little more aware of just what Shang was doing during the more infectiously sweet squeals and noises she uttered.
Her skin shone like pearls had been used to moisturize her pale skin, that barely there hint of rainbow that came with the shine of sun through a child's bit of quartz. Wings of the finest Sidhe genetics rose high, shimmering like the inside of an abalone's shell. Little arms spread outwards, fingers flared, and those wings began the slow fan not unlike a butterfly's whilst it drank the minerals from a puddle on a hot summer's day.
Wide almond eyes seemed distant despite their transfixed position upon the peaceful slumber of the druid's bed she'd perched upon. Statuesque, pristine, if not for the slow fan of those shining wings, one would think the demi fae a mere trick of the moonlight that filtered through the windows of this woodsy home.
There, the faint glimmer of the fae's skin began to glow, her body slowly illuminated as if a candle were struck from within. Those splayed fingers and outstretched arms rose upwards then, and little toes uncurled from their grip on the footboard of the bed. Slowly she began to lift, turning as if on some invisible revolve.
Up, up, up the little fae twirled, curiously though, her wings had retired to the secure flat of her back, and it really was some other power that drew her. But alas, it wasn't long before the fae ran out of room, and she disappeared like a breath of petals to a sharp wind.
"Hear me....Child of Green and Stone. Hear me and play! Yes, yes. Play. Shang bids pretty Elrohir to come out and play!"
Would head hear her call" Or would it be the non-corporeal fingers that brushed the sleeping form of himself within the eye of his dreams" Either way, Shang would bid the druid 'awake', and he'd be greeted by the dimpled stretch of a sidhe beauties' smile.
Every smile he missed while awake, every gesture, every trilling sound and delightful warmth from her curling and lounging presence. Elrohir would find it now in the sanctuary of his dreams. She was no doubt all he could have imagined from what his sensitive ears and extrasensory preceptors could glean, and more.
Milky curls awashed the pearly frame of her willowy body, and she moved with all that grace he'd come to know during the waking time she spent hovering in his company. A child of the Moon and Earth indeed, this lovely demi fae was. Smells made sense now from his waking moments, clicking into place with the spector she presented herself to be in his sleep.
Lilies, Liliacs, the creep of ancient moss across fallen celestial rocks, the crisp bite of cool water, the sweet, sonorous solace of the velveteen sky and it's stars; even the soulful echo of the moon, all these things radiated from her naturally.
When at long last the guileless demi fae bid her friendly druid 'good night', she ended their meeting with a darling kiss to the tip of his nose, slender hands wrapping warm, real, and right about his own before they slipped away into the depart of waves...
Elrohir, when he woke shortly after this busy night of revelation and demi fae mischief, now had a face to grace the sightless backs of his whirling ocean eyes. All the little nuances during the waking would have more sense behind them now, and would no doubt make the even tempered elf a little more aware of just what Shang was doing during the more infectiously sweet squeals and noises she uttered.