A New Moon swelled, pregnant with the shadow burn of its glow forever ensnared in a pinpricked sky filled with stars. Guided only by moonlight and the shine of stars below two would dance with swords. The crisp cry of steel meeting toyed and twisted with the contradiction of joy filled laughter, bemused glee rather then the expected blood born war cries.
Dancing in that circle, bound by a Sword Dance of the Night were two women. Sisters not bound by blood but by bond. One of Twilight and Shadows, Sin and Darkness, the other a paradox? the opposite of her dark Sister. The sisters danced, twisted and sparred, their dance hypnotic and alluring. Temptation for the hungry eyes that watched in shadows, the sisters were indifferent to the watchful eyes as their own eyes sparked with wild light of a Beltane burn and their smiles held secrets.
Knowledge not meant to be shared. The light Sister held a hand out for pause, hardly to wave the white flag. While she held no spirit born for deceit, mischief could ever shine in stars. A gold dusted beauty with spirit born blues one could call her an angel but the sister that danced in circles around her was far from devil, far from demon blood. Despite no blood between them, the bond proved it was forged by love of sisterhood.
Inseparable the pair had been even as the darker witch was three years older then the lighter witch. Laniandra and Krysanthe had followed the tradition of the Valendria witches, becoming bound and forging a kinship as sister Light and sister Dark to balance each other.
The Cajun born shadow weaver whispered to the Witch Blade, speaking to the sword as one might a beloved pet. The very ?soul? of the blade emerged, a visceral image of demon apparition that seemed more dragon beast then demon. In the eyes of the religious though such a blade, Laniandra knew, would be claimed as devil born iron.
?Sister, come let us rest for awhile. The night is lovely.?
?You of course would say that when all you want to do is stare at stars rather then wonder at the shadows.?
?These are the few hours we have together until I come within my age? can we not appreciate the hours we have left rather then practicing our skills within the ring??
?Oui, sister of mine heart, let us enjoy the night?
The witch blade became nothing more then a bracelet at Laniandra?s wrist as she looped an arm through her sister?s and they headed to the clearing in the forest not to far away from the Sword Dance. Soon enough Krysanthe would sprawl across her sister?s lap, staring at the stars as the dusky touch of her sister?s hand smoothed through her golden strands.
?Sister mine, tell me of your lovers.?
A breathless laugh in the night, dark honey low and intimate in reply.
?Krysanthe this is not a story for the night, when you have not even found your maidenhood.?
?Oh one night I will. It will be like a dream I think.?
?Strange girl??
A smile in the night. Bright and glorious. Fallen star was the smile at the lips of Krysanthe.
?He will be like blood and shadows. Those will be the colors I will know him by.?
?Oh and little dreamer will he know that he has taken your maidenhood and sealed a bond that will bind him to you as much as it will bind you finally to me??
?No. It will be my secret. Perhaps? he will know in his heart.?
?What will he know, sister of mine heart??
?That he was the one that will save me.?
Dancing in that circle, bound by a Sword Dance of the Night were two women. Sisters not bound by blood but by bond. One of Twilight and Shadows, Sin and Darkness, the other a paradox? the opposite of her dark Sister. The sisters danced, twisted and sparred, their dance hypnotic and alluring. Temptation for the hungry eyes that watched in shadows, the sisters were indifferent to the watchful eyes as their own eyes sparked with wild light of a Beltane burn and their smiles held secrets.
Knowledge not meant to be shared. The light Sister held a hand out for pause, hardly to wave the white flag. While she held no spirit born for deceit, mischief could ever shine in stars. A gold dusted beauty with spirit born blues one could call her an angel but the sister that danced in circles around her was far from devil, far from demon blood. Despite no blood between them, the bond proved it was forged by love of sisterhood.
Inseparable the pair had been even as the darker witch was three years older then the lighter witch. Laniandra and Krysanthe had followed the tradition of the Valendria witches, becoming bound and forging a kinship as sister Light and sister Dark to balance each other.
The Cajun born shadow weaver whispered to the Witch Blade, speaking to the sword as one might a beloved pet. The very ?soul? of the blade emerged, a visceral image of demon apparition that seemed more dragon beast then demon. In the eyes of the religious though such a blade, Laniandra knew, would be claimed as devil born iron.
?Sister, come let us rest for awhile. The night is lovely.?
?You of course would say that when all you want to do is stare at stars rather then wonder at the shadows.?
?These are the few hours we have together until I come within my age? can we not appreciate the hours we have left rather then practicing our skills within the ring??
?Oui, sister of mine heart, let us enjoy the night?
The witch blade became nothing more then a bracelet at Laniandra?s wrist as she looped an arm through her sister?s and they headed to the clearing in the forest not to far away from the Sword Dance. Soon enough Krysanthe would sprawl across her sister?s lap, staring at the stars as the dusky touch of her sister?s hand smoothed through her golden strands.
?Sister mine, tell me of your lovers.?
A breathless laugh in the night, dark honey low and intimate in reply.
?Krysanthe this is not a story for the night, when you have not even found your maidenhood.?
?Oh one night I will. It will be like a dream I think.?
?Strange girl??
A smile in the night. Bright and glorious. Fallen star was the smile at the lips of Krysanthe.
?He will be like blood and shadows. Those will be the colors I will know him by.?
?Oh and little dreamer will he know that he has taken your maidenhood and sealed a bond that will bind him to you as much as it will bind you finally to me??
?No. It will be my secret. Perhaps? he will know in his heart.?
?What will he know, sister of mine heart??
?That he was the one that will save me.?