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 The unrelenting wind scattered over the copse, and she remained an undaunted, unflinching force in its presence. Kind, amiable and beneficent, her eyes drifted from laden boughs to Leovan, a near constant perusal and study of newfound creatures, surroundings and musings of the layers dancing amongst the snow. The untold myths, the unheard stories, the muted, hushed tones of secrets streaming and bending in the sinuous air, serpentine art molded and woven by mysteries, enigmas and labyrinths. The nymph rarely expressed her own riddles and puzzles, and it seemed the stag would follow suit, ushering only the briefest nuances of answers. It was to be expected, and she didn’t pry any further, well aware of the consequences intrusion could render, sully and dismay. Whether he wanted to unleash his stories, legends and legacies (though the quietude this would undoubtedly spark further curiosity and intrigue), would be of his own strong, mighty volition, and the slender smile sprouting across her lips acknowledged this understanding. The capacity for answers had been ambushed, so she allowed her words to amble in the leisurely, tranquil, serene safety of shelter, sanctuary and security, extending an invitation to their icy terrain. “You may find a place to rest within the Basin.” She could utter poetry, songs, sonnets and stanzas about her homeland, proudly demonstrate the harsh beauty, the remorseless haze, the mighty peaks and valleys thrust into a frozen scenery, a landscape fit for the stalwart, the staunch, of hearts and minds eager for challenges and paradoxes. The fey chose her words carefully, listening to the echoing hymns and hums uttered by Imogen. “The Basin is a kingdom of mountains, lakes, caverns and glacial fortitude. Majestic, beautiful, and sometimes dangerous.” She didn’t paint the empire in lies, proclaimed the truth of its potential ire, of its beguiling structures. Would he find the allure in something hazardous, in living amongst perils? Would he want to encompass the grace, the elegance and the finery of its hidden wonders? Lena</style> |
