Tell me all of your secrets
Cannot help but believe this is true
Tell me all of your secrets
I know, I know, I know
Should have listened when I was told
Who wants honey
~Cherub Rock-Smashing Pumpkins~

The angels would worry, would weep when Carita was awakened. After the loss of Marjorie and Melkan, Carita had been alone.

Lost in the fairy tale that had become the life she had woven. Made for herself.

They worried what the gilded gleam of a golden door within the soul would create, what it would cause. What she would do when Carita was awakened to that which she was. Her purpose.

Awakened in Rhy'din she was the Sleeping Beauty of the Glen.

Hair a river of molten gold spilling its midas blessings out upon the snow.

Never cold.

It was so warm within, that shining door had been thrown wide open.

No chains, no locks to keep it closed.

Not anymore.

"Wake up."

She heard the whisper in her mind as she turned her head away from the sound of that whisper.

Not willing, not wishing. The Dreams of the Innocent always were so sweet.

"Carita. It is time."

At the threshold of the gilded door of gold stood the diminutive figure of the Vessel at the fore front of the untangible realm. Crafted forging of silver and gold. An innocent to be vessel to know all the passions and desires of the world.

She would be their mirror. The door to their emotions. To their soul.

In the Glen the snow began to fall.Tiny delicate snowflakes to brush cold kisses at porcelain skin.

With a sigh the Seraphim silvers opened to take in the world once more.

Awakened she rose, stretching with a wistful sigh as she left the comforts of the tree she had rested below for so long. The great tree of knowledge... to begin her journey to Rhy'din... to awaken those that she was sent for.


Awakened and aware.

Your fascination...
With naked walls of silk and skin
With no conditions
I needed you to notice...
That's all I wanted
~Shiny Toy Guns-Don't Cry Out~

A cosmic connection. It had to be wrapped in fate. A pretty bow and ribbon determination that led her to find the... treasures... the possessions...the pets of those of the Covenant.

A Wolf. A Violinist. Those Betwixt and Between.

But there were touches everywhere.

So much of it painted on a skein of complex webs and traces of patterns she had yet to understand.

Slumbering dreamers beneath the great oak tree where she had first awakened.

That gilded door was shining with the offering of a door of dreams.

A door of illusion and mystery.

Sweet mystique.

There was a feeling of kinship, of closeness and near sibling comfort toward Kay.

He'd fallen asleep in her lap that night only to awaken later.

Long enough that they had managed to find him a better slumber place.

The Inn rooms were far more quiet then Carita expected.

Too quiet.

Could she sleep while eyes were wide open?

Could she dream when she didn't sleep?

The door of the Vessel seemed thrown open in Kay's presence.

Not gathering, not feeding but...transferring and rippling back.

To and fro.

Like the lapping of waves at low tide to the shore.

Corrupted and captivated by the wax and wane of the moon.

She whimpered in her lack of solitude.

Puzzled by her awareness as each day she awakened more and more to all that was around her.

There were whispers in her mind like secrets she would not spill.

All those gilded, sacred treasures she would not speak of.

But they would haunt her.

Close that night she kept wide awake.

Hugging her knees with seraphim silvers fastened in their mercury facets to Kay.

Watching over him as he slept. Kindred spirit that she found.

In the night her eyes were two full moons swelling proud in the shadows.

She might burn so bright.

It's clear in my mind
After all of this time
What I feel
My love
There are so many times
That the sun doesn't shine
But I'm here
My love
And Today is the day.
~Poe -Today~

She woke in the chambers of her Crimson Lord as the feelings, the emotions, the desires of others ran rampant in her spirit leaving her flesh to near burn hot with the power of it.

Carita in these hours was a glistening creature, a fine jewel in the dragon's lair of bliss as the seraphim silver of her eyes were moon pale. She was his first chosen and more and more as the connection deepened between them she increasingly became more aware of the others that wore the scarlet choker.

The awareness was intoxicating. If anyone else, she perhaps would have been drunk with the power that was trailing its residual imprint to her. Thankfully she was a Vessel and that lovely feeling of power spilled into her womb like a chalice gathering wine for Aukai to drink his fill.

She moved in the hours od dawn wearing nothing more then his choker and the talisman she constantly wore. One ensnaring her to leave her pulse to quicken, the other drifting low between the valley of her breasts and claiming its possession as a warm heavy weight against her womb.

It was an absent whisper as she moved in his chambers. Her Crimson Lord was never alone and she sensed his return easily enough. Sated he was, but never quite enough.

The glistening pale gold of her flesh soon met against the crimson warmth of his own as she found her place again at his side. The growing need was there in the awakening of her spirit for him to take of her, to claim her again. Not only to feed him in that gathering of emotions but perhaps for her to take of him that utmost bliss.

"Some this would drive to madness. Perhaps it has already to some, but me... oh I'll never know that touch of a fragile mind's whims."

A whisper, perhaps an omen that some were not of strength of spirit to handle the possessive bond the choker fused between Aukai and his chosen.

Her words were forgotten things though, left to become breathless sounds of pleasure as his touch came upon her, and she knew nothing else but him.