~~~~~It had been nearly a month since Lasherette saw to it that Boudicca made her way safely back to Caledonia. Her daughter, Queen Alexandria, had rewarded Lasherette with honor of being of the Gordon Clan. The original Highlanders. The largest Clan that fought against the Romans. She displayed the Gordon shield she was given, over the fireplace in her main drawing room.
It was there she was sitting, drinking her Merlot...her peridot hues drifting from the fire in the hearth, to the shield above it. It gave her visions of the battle that must have been fought by a young Boudicca...joining the other Clans together tightly...to form the only true force which had stopped the dreaded march of Roman soldiers into her homeland.
Seeing the faces of the men and women...fighting side by side...their faces painted the color of blue and white. All joined side by side...forcing frightened Roman soldiers back down into Brittania, which they had conquered. When word reached Hadrian....the Emperor of Rome at the time...he had his General's build a wall which stretched from one side of the island to the other....walling off the Picts from the terrfied Roman people who had come to "civilize" the whole Island of Brittania.
Lasherette...wanted no part of war. On any front. Yet, she sacrificed her self so many times, in so many different ways. She thought of seeing Drake then. There in the Glen...showing off to a potential mate. He was better than Alex had ever been, at nearly everything she saw him do. He was highly intelligent. Obviously a trait from her. Any resemblance to his mother was obviously internal. That being how powerful her genes were...vs. the brute size and force of which dragons are created.
Rising....her black lace gown, trailed behind her, as she climbed the stairway to her rooms. Her brow furrowed deep in thought. By the light of the fire in her bed chamber only...she made her way to her balcony. Opening the doors, she gazed up at the golden Harvest Cresent moon. Soon the moon would be full once more....as she leaned her lace covered arms on the white italian marble...which cast a glow of white to her porcelain like features...her mind drifted to him. There with her on her balcony. In the woods by the light of torches to their sacred grounds. To him chasing after her as she ran from the Inn, only to grab her up...and ran with her in his arms. Jumping from rooftops....with all the prowess of his "being"...taking her to his home. Kicking open the door, rather than fumble for a key. There embracing her...assuring her of his love for her...an eternal love. Then like teenagers the lust and desire to be flesh to flesh consumed them. Just then, Lash's full lips drew up into a sweet smile...one of remembrance...and reassurance. For no matter what happened to them, or between them....he would always be there for her...and she him.~~~~~~~~
It was there she was sitting, drinking her Merlot...her peridot hues drifting from the fire in the hearth, to the shield above it. It gave her visions of the battle that must have been fought by a young Boudicca...joining the other Clans together tightly...to form the only true force which had stopped the dreaded march of Roman soldiers into her homeland.
Seeing the faces of the men and women...fighting side by side...their faces painted the color of blue and white. All joined side by side...forcing frightened Roman soldiers back down into Brittania, which they had conquered. When word reached Hadrian....the Emperor of Rome at the time...he had his General's build a wall which stretched from one side of the island to the other....walling off the Picts from the terrfied Roman people who had come to "civilize" the whole Island of Brittania.
Lasherette...wanted no part of war. On any front. Yet, she sacrificed her self so many times, in so many different ways. She thought of seeing Drake then. There in the Glen...showing off to a potential mate. He was better than Alex had ever been, at nearly everything she saw him do. He was highly intelligent. Obviously a trait from her. Any resemblance to his mother was obviously internal. That being how powerful her genes were...vs. the brute size and force of which dragons are created.
Rising....her black lace gown, trailed behind her, as she climbed the stairway to her rooms. Her brow furrowed deep in thought. By the light of the fire in her bed chamber only...she made her way to her balcony. Opening the doors, she gazed up at the golden Harvest Cresent moon. Soon the moon would be full once more....as she leaned her lace covered arms on the white italian marble...which cast a glow of white to her porcelain like features...her mind drifted to him. There with her on her balcony. In the woods by the light of torches to their sacred grounds. To him chasing after her as she ran from the Inn, only to grab her up...and ran with her in his arms. Jumping from rooftops....with all the prowess of his "being"...taking her to his home. Kicking open the door, rather than fumble for a key. There embracing her...assuring her of his love for her...an eternal love. Then like teenagers the lust and desire to be flesh to flesh consumed them. Just then, Lash's full lips drew up into a sweet smile...one of remembrance...and reassurance. For no matter what happened to them, or between them....he would always be there for her...and she him.~~~~~~~~