Post by wistfuldragon on Jun 13, 2007 3:20:05 GMT -6
"I have need of your magic"
No Lady could
refuse...
Nor could another Lord
compare...
He is the Myth of what
was...
He is the reality of what
is...
He is the promise of what
will be...
My Lord of Magic and Myth
His friends sneeze flames
shoot arrows afar
dance circles with swords
Handsome
Tall
Gentle
Strong
My Lord of Magic and Myth
The wind gently blows
a lose strand of hair
across the shaded face
Light flits and flows
so shadows feel free
to dance merrily
From the fire close
heat is felt t'which
is good in the cold
The river near by
rushes over rocks
breaking the silence
The animals all quiet
night came fast
swift as you like
He stands there on guard
knowing something waits
for his first mistake
As said afore
he stands on
guard...
Now she is
another story...
In the distance
she rides fast
a horse of black
Feeling more free
than any other
time in her life
Through the tall
trees of dark green
she races to her fate
One misplaced hoof
tis all it takes
to dismount our Lady
In the air she all
but soars off balance
completely off guard
With a splash loud
enough to wake those
dead from a life past
She lands head first
into the cool rushing
water of the river
Now drenched through
and through she emerges
fuming sputtering laughing
What a mess she is
hair plated flat to
head dress much the same
In confusion she makes
for the bank not knowing
she is now on the other side
Until that is she spots
her fine black horse
snickering wildly
From the other side of the river...
Have I already stated
the how our Lady's
mount came to be
in the same side of
the river as she?...
Ah well if indeed
I have...
it in it's comedy
demands me to repeat it
for all to enjoy...
*****
After much snickering
snorting prancing about
her fine black steed
started his crossing
in true Noble fashion...
First hoof placed
gingerly in the water
elicited head shaking
tail whipping snobbish
horse behavior...
The laughing heard
over the swift
running river
from his Lady
taunted his ego...
With a lack of grace
more natural in his
distant cousin Mule
our steed half jumped
half fell...
Splashing thrashing until
finding slippery ground
under hoof allowing for
a more graceful gait thereby
an even more graceful exit...
The Lady laughed tears into
her eyes rough soreness into
her throat of these she
minded not...
Twas worth the lot to see this...
Waiting to be
by her side
the Noble did
then shake himself
completely dry...
The changing of her
wild giggling into
chaotic choking was
a most gratifying payment
for his lost dignity
All merriment aside
this pair looked
less than regal
with muddy weeds
in hair mane tail...
"Ummm...sweet Lady Triest
could you please remove
my gear...as it is
wet...cold and rubbing
the wrong way?"...
"Tisk...tisk...mister prissy
if I didn't know you
were male I would
think you a wonderful
dame of the mane..."
Sulking with head
held high turned
away from her
"I am full male
a Noble to boot..."
"Come now lovey
have you lost
that exquisite sense
of humor I enjoy
so oft'?..."
Removing his gear
was the least she
could do for her
handsome oh so smart
Noble true...
Shaking once more
free now of the rub
"M'Lady my humor
had suffered from
this mis-adventure..."
Tender caresses well
done always brought
him out of the malaise
his dramatic self
so over enjoyed...
Noting the continued
cold from her own
garments halted the
attention given her
pouty horse...
"Pardon me my silly
horse I fear it is
time to lose some
extra weight I've
added since my swim..."
"Yes...yes...yes...of
course sweeting...you
need attend yourself
so you may return to
me without distraction..."
It was Triest's turn
to snort as she shed
soaked under garments
Feeling lots lighter
with each layer removed...
"We've a night to
travel through good
Lord Mystery...so I
am sad to say
I am finished with you..."
Kicking one long leg
out behind him Mystery
adopts a lame horse
position with his
mournful eyes toward her...
"Myst...please...why try
that worn out
played to death
lame leg trick
of your cousin's?..."
Lowering his head
so his large dark
long lashed horsey
eyes blinked in direct
line with hers...
"M'Lady...dearest friend...
would that I was only
acting out my cousin's
trick...alas...I've
hurt myself in earnest..."
Throwing up her hands
in defeat Triest knew
this acore all to well
"Aye...must of happened
crossing the river...'ey?..."
Mighty truly pleased
with himself...Myst
was hard pressed
to continue his
seemingly successful charade...
"Tis true you have
a lovely understanding
heart...ummm...we need
shelter...fire...food
then rest till dawn..."
Doing her best to hide
her all to wide smile
with her matted hair
she merely nodded...pointing
down the marshy bank...
Limping with just
the right amount
of Noble grace
Myst content almost
happy walked along side her...
Eyes blinking constantly
from his forced sleepless
state...Lord Magic and Myth
walked heavy footed to the river...
Leaning forward seeing
his reflection he tried
bracing himself for the
shock...to no avail...quick
as you like head dunked to ears...
"By the stars above
there needs be another
way...the cold not
only woke me it gifted
me a lovely headache..."
Tossing hair off face
the mirror image distorted
by flowing ripples caused
our Lord more than a
moment of apprehension...
Mulling over the newest
change life installed
in his priorities...in
the very way he sees
his world...
For example the keen
importance of finding...
keeping a forever love...
he needs the reality
of it...
Our Lord's father would
not balk in the slightest
in the face of telling his
son the absurdity of these
wayward thoughts...
In truth even his mother
would question the maleness
of such desires best left
to his sisters...he is after all
a warrior...is he not...
Therefore the idea of
love should be the
furthest thing from his
mind...allowing room only
for thoughts of defeating his...their enemy...
Visions of his father...
of his mother listening
to rantings of Love True
threw Lord M and M into
an over indulgent laughing fit...
Rolling about on the
grass acting much younger
than his aged years fast
became a most welcome
release of built tensions...
Aye...he knew he'd been
captured by unfavorable
darkness yet somehow he
believed it held him lightly
in it's unfamiliar chains...
The belief he could break
free whenever the desire
presented itself was the
singular surety of his
continued sanity...
If this pague shrouded
in the night destroyed
that belief then the
battle was lost...as
would he be...
Tell me...what is a
warrior without faith...
rightness...truth...an
acceptance of something
greater than self...
Simply just a man...
just a woman...with no
call to arms no reason
to rise above the
status quo...
The importance of Love
he could not explain to
his parentage...yet he
understood it to be the
call...the very reason...
Sadly...for King...Crown...
Country...no longer held
sway within him...he admitted
this in shame to himself...
his lost faith...
"Twould be far easier
if I had remained blind
to the truths of indifference
held so high by the Crown
and those in power..."
Slapping the ground hard
enough to bring the sting
in an attempt to fight off
the waves of tears threatening
to crash into him...crest over him...
Pain had long ago
become the dis-tractor
feeling the bite made
all other emotion
backstep...blur...
This gave him the ability
to save off the moment of
utter dispair...weakness...
unguarded...advantage to the
ever present threat to life...
Many a good life
became forfeit in
moments of lost
control of the gentler
emotions...
Our Lord like all
other warriors could ill
afford a slippage of
the tightly held reins...
So...pain it was...pain it would be...
Laying under a blanket
of peaceful night...thoughts
acted out in visions left
him drained...for he knew
the truth seen by the mind's eye...
"Perhaps wakefulness has
more drawbacks than ever
imagined...why would one
think in abundance when
one has a headache visting?..."
Deciding the best course
of action would be to
return himself to the fire
he does so rapidly with
restored alertness...
Unable...or mayhaps unwilling
to relinquish the rampant
thoughts burning through his
battered mind he embraces
the chaos with measured grace...
"There is nothing quite as
fulfilling as a discussion
with oneself either carried
out in mind or out loud for
all the forest creatures to hear..."
"Tis true we will speak to
ourselves readily enough in
a room full of other intelligent
beings...so I ask what harm
is there in doing so when alone?..."
"Fortune saw fit to have me
unaccompanied on this so
called search leaving me to
find entertainment in my
own voice..."
"UGH! I must confess I find
myself most boring...If
the Powers could see to
furnishing a friend I would
not object at all..."
Mystery with his Lady
Triest trotted through
the woods in shared silence
enjoying the lively sounds
of the woodland animals...
Off in the distance came
the crackling of fire...
picking up their pace they
soon saw the flickers
of light...
Together they paused wondering
if this camp be of friend
or foe...Triest motioned Myst
to stay as she weaved her
way closer...
Pulling her skirts up higher
she all but slid on the
ground...into view came
a neat little fire...a makeshift
shelter...ummm...a...him...
Senses heightened out of
need send signals
to the brain...
making him aware
of the littlest details...
The soft flowery
scent of soap
mixed with subtle
overlays of mud...
strange combination...
Without giving the
barest hint of knowing
his eyes dart over
the surrounding area
taking in everything...
Continuing his pre-set
actions he places the
meat speared on a stick
over the flames...checking
the roots placed in the embers...
If it was an enemy
watching him cook his
meal warning signs
would sound through out him...
In total opposite he
was taken over by concern
for his appearance...the
need to be on his best...
at his best...
Hardly able to contain
his excitement as the
thoughts of this unseen
potential friend rattles
his calm demeanor...
Worse is the tangible
knowledge that it is
a woman out in the dark
watching him fiddle
with cooking food...
Recalling his last
spoken words asking the
Powers to bring him
a someone...sent chills
up his spine...
Triggered by the chills
he reaches for blankets
to lay near the fire...
would be thoughtful to
offer warmed blankets...yes twould be...
An inner voice nags
at him to still the
trembling brought in
excitement's wave...twould
not do to spook her...
He wills her to come
out of hiding...his body
language speaking volumes...
as if shouting..."No worries...
just a gentle weapon toting lummox here..."
Off a few paces from
him...sounds of concentrated
quiet...the rustle of
weeds brushed by a passing
something or someone...
Turning his grin into
an extended yawn he
listens intently figuring
who ever she is is returning
the way she came...
Almost giving up the
goose through allowing
his eagerness to get
the better of him...the
waiting pushing all his buttons...
Regaining the outward show
of calm...he rotates the
meat stick...pokes at his
fat roots...moving them
about in the embers...
Mystery became bothered by
an increasingly painful cramp
in his right hind leg...afraid
to move lest he alert some
horse flesh eating fiend...
*"Don't laugh these fiends are out there!"*
He prided himself on the
quiet stillness he had endured
since Triest slinked...well
she did not need the skirt
that high...to investigate the fire...
Muttering under his breath to himself
"To Hades with dignity if
she does not get back here
NOW...any moment I will be
screeching like a babe!..."
Of course our Lady and his
chose that exact instant
to reappear right under
the Noble's perfect nose...
causing him a terrible start...
"Oh Holy Havens...I...uhhh...
oh...uh-oh...ouch...oh no...
ouch...OUCH!" Myst's leg
buckled making him fall
hard on his lovely round rump...
Legs splayed out in the
most un-Noble-isk angles
Myst glared at her as if
he would happily chew her
up and spit the tiny pieces out...
"Triest...try as you might
to guess my thoughts...there
is no possible way in which
you could even come close...
I'd wager you never will!..."
Our Lady for her part
refrained from laughing
or for that matter giving
any clue as to how badly
she so wanted to...
Anyone might wonder why
in the world Myst stayed
splayed as he was...but
you see...twas not by choice...
he simply could not move...yet...
Triest went to him...aiding
him in the ability to stand...
when he became steady on
hooves...he turned without a
sound and bit...
"OUCH! it isn't as if I
meant to scare you...you
prissy sissy grumpy jumpy
mess of horse bones...
that really hurt!..."
"Aye...you did so...you
could have called out...
whistled or the like...but
no...you popped out under
my nose just to get my goat!..."
Lady Triest rubbed her sore
rear end gently...Mystery's
tail twitched back and forth...
neither of them spoke...nor
did they look at each other...
After a time it became very
clear they were both getting
colder...more tired...and
feeling pain in their backsides...
imagine that...
"So what did you?..."
"I think its safe.."
"HUMPH!" times two...
sullen faces...tail
twitching...rear rubbing...
It was her turn for
the mournful eyes appeal...
seeing it Myst bowed his
head...tapped his hoof
on the ground...snorted several times...
Head hung low...
"If you believe it safe
perhaps we should seek
hospitality from our
forest traveling neighbor..."
Discounting the bite...she
knew the whole event to be
wickedly funny...although
she was sorry that Myst got
hurt...twas still funny...
Twas a natural state of
life...well...their life
that comedy courted pain
or vice verse...twas the
way of things not questioned...
"Oh right...yes I think we
should do that...for some
strange reason I feel we
will be nicely greeted...
welcomed in good fashion..."
Myst admitted to no one save
himself that he was at fault...
if he had not stood so unmoving
for so long...he was sure he
would not of fell...
*Don't laugh these fiends ARE out there!..."*
If only his dear cousin
had held his tongue..
those stories of horse
flesh enjoying freakish
evil fiends had him at BOO...
*"What kind of horrible desperate people do that?..."
Triest would understand if
Mystery could admit this
all to her...alas the workings
of a Noble's ego just does
not allow for that...
*"Now listen I am telling you...don't laugh...these fiends are EVERYWHERE!..."
It did not escape him
the cosmic jest of pretending
to have a limp so as to get
her to stop...then receiving
a real limp joined by much pain in the butt...
~~~~~~~~~~
Our Lord M&M began
questioning the way
he handled the unknown
she friend...had he showed
a sign that gave her cause to distrust him...
It seemed hours had flown
past since her smelled that
wonderful mixture of mud and
flowers...he even imagined
he could smell it close by again...
Mayhaps he should have
called out a true welcome
instead of playing his game
of...wait...she'll come to
you...
Rearranging the blankets just
so...he could not bring himself
to give up on the hope that
through the trees out of the
night she would walk...
~~~~~~~~
Standing at the edge of
the camp...a step outside
the light...Triest was
filled with thoughts different
than what she had told Myst...
Mystery felt like odd horse
out as he watched Triest and
the handsome young stranger
exchange pitiful open mouthed
dumb struck stares...
Bumping her...Myst took
control...he bumped...
walked...bumped...their way
into the stranger's camp
stopping them next to the fire...
"Well...well...isn't this lovely...
nice big fire...blankets warming...
food cooking...more than you'd need...
I should think...could be wrong...no...
expecting guests or merely hopeful?..."
"Uh...hopeful...expecting..."
Lord Magic was surely drowning...
twas wonderful that he cared naught...
she couldn't be more radiant...
he became drunk on her...
Myst beat hooves to ground...
"Oh my...that must of hurt! And
wow how very embarassing...guess
you haven't learned that not all
truth sets you free..."
Snorting...snickering...pawing
the poor ground...just like
the time he sampled too much
of Triest's wine...Myst realized
he was alone in his amusement...shame...
"Good Goddess save your horse!"
He felt sick...ready to lose
his grains if they did not
close their mouths real soon...horse cough...
"Alright then...what say you to starting with names?"
To Mystery it looked as if
reality slapped them both
at the same time...eyes
widened...blinked...mouths
closed slowly...oh goody...
"The Court jester needs
to take lessons from the
two of you...he would be
far more entertaining..."
if looks could skin a horse...well you know...
"No...oh no you so do not
get to look put out...
if you are going to act
like love sick puppies...
you can not blame me for witnessing it!..."
Triest felt the heat rising
to her face...the only
comfort was that this
moment of embarrassment
was shared...by him...
The Noble felt their oh
so touching moment was
over...he could have wept...
not...all that mattered was
the warmth on his rear and rest...
"I...ummm...did not mean
to...uhhh...stare as I did...
it...I...just...well...you!..."
Lord Magic was unable to fit
his words together...
"Lords...Ladies...have you
had the pleasure of meeting
Lord Stammer?..." Mystery
laughed...yes laughed...so
wickedly his mane danced about his head...
He was still laughing when
Triest yanked on his tail...
abrupt halt...head twisting...
moment spoiled...he side stepped
closer to the source of heat...
"We are sorry for any upset
our sudden appearance might
have caused you...I...we...
hoped to share your fire
for what is left of this night..."
"M'Lady...what I have is
yours for as long as you
have need of it...tis only
a trifle..yet I offer..."
enhancing his words with a formal bow...
"Thanks be to you..." sounding
to herself overly lame...she
glanced shyly at Mystery...
immediately winced...no help
or sympathy there...
Itching all over his equine body
from the uneasy deafening silence
that followed their brief dialogue...
it begged to be broken...well...
he could do it...good...
"My name is Lord Mystery
D'Black Elegante Truest Noble...
if we become close friends you
may drop the title and call me
Mystery...mayhaps in time...Myst!..."
Triest coughed...
"He happens to be well
learned in the art of
being a pain in the...uhhh...
ummm...neck!..." cough...giggle...
"I can admire the quality...tis
nice to meet you m"lord Noble...
I am Adian...blah...blah...blah...
jeez did they HAVE to name
me that...ugh!"
Myst's instincts told him
he was going to like Adian
a great deal...even though
there were things the good
Sir wanted to keep unknown...
No Lady could
refuse...
Nor could another Lord
compare...
He is the Myth of what
was...
He is the reality of what
is...
He is the promise of what
will be...
My Lord of Magic and Myth
His friends sneeze flames
shoot arrows afar
dance circles with swords
Handsome
Tall
Gentle
Strong
My Lord of Magic and Myth
The wind gently blows
a lose strand of hair
across the shaded face
Light flits and flows
so shadows feel free
to dance merrily
From the fire close
heat is felt t'which
is good in the cold
The river near by
rushes over rocks
breaking the silence
The animals all quiet
night came fast
swift as you like
He stands there on guard
knowing something waits
for his first mistake
As said afore
he stands on
guard...
Now she is
another story...
In the distance
she rides fast
a horse of black
Feeling more free
than any other
time in her life
Through the tall
trees of dark green
she races to her fate
One misplaced hoof
tis all it takes
to dismount our Lady
In the air she all
but soars off balance
completely off guard
With a splash loud
enough to wake those
dead from a life past
She lands head first
into the cool rushing
water of the river
Now drenched through
and through she emerges
fuming sputtering laughing
What a mess she is
hair plated flat to
head dress much the same
In confusion she makes
for the bank not knowing
she is now on the other side
Until that is she spots
her fine black horse
snickering wildly
From the other side of the river...
Have I already stated
the how our Lady's
mount came to be
in the same side of
the river as she?...
Ah well if indeed
I have...
it in it's comedy
demands me to repeat it
for all to enjoy...
*****
After much snickering
snorting prancing about
her fine black steed
started his crossing
in true Noble fashion...
First hoof placed
gingerly in the water
elicited head shaking
tail whipping snobbish
horse behavior...
The laughing heard
over the swift
running river
from his Lady
taunted his ego...
With a lack of grace
more natural in his
distant cousin Mule
our steed half jumped
half fell...
Splashing thrashing until
finding slippery ground
under hoof allowing for
a more graceful gait thereby
an even more graceful exit...
The Lady laughed tears into
her eyes rough soreness into
her throat of these she
minded not...
Twas worth the lot to see this...
Waiting to be
by her side
the Noble did
then shake himself
completely dry...
The changing of her
wild giggling into
chaotic choking was
a most gratifying payment
for his lost dignity
All merriment aside
this pair looked
less than regal
with muddy weeds
in hair mane tail...
"Ummm...sweet Lady Triest
could you please remove
my gear...as it is
wet...cold and rubbing
the wrong way?"...
"Tisk...tisk...mister prissy
if I didn't know you
were male I would
think you a wonderful
dame of the mane..."
Sulking with head
held high turned
away from her
"I am full male
a Noble to boot..."
"Come now lovey
have you lost
that exquisite sense
of humor I enjoy
so oft'?..."
Removing his gear
was the least she
could do for her
handsome oh so smart
Noble true...
Shaking once more
free now of the rub
"M'Lady my humor
had suffered from
this mis-adventure..."
Tender caresses well
done always brought
him out of the malaise
his dramatic self
so over enjoyed...
Noting the continued
cold from her own
garments halted the
attention given her
pouty horse...
"Pardon me my silly
horse I fear it is
time to lose some
extra weight I've
added since my swim..."
"Yes...yes...yes...of
course sweeting...you
need attend yourself
so you may return to
me without distraction..."
It was Triest's turn
to snort as she shed
soaked under garments
Feeling lots lighter
with each layer removed...
"We've a night to
travel through good
Lord Mystery...so I
am sad to say
I am finished with you..."
Kicking one long leg
out behind him Mystery
adopts a lame horse
position with his
mournful eyes toward her...
"Myst...please...why try
that worn out
played to death
lame leg trick
of your cousin's?..."
Lowering his head
so his large dark
long lashed horsey
eyes blinked in direct
line with hers...
"M'Lady...dearest friend...
would that I was only
acting out my cousin's
trick...alas...I've
hurt myself in earnest..."
Throwing up her hands
in defeat Triest knew
this acore all to well
"Aye...must of happened
crossing the river...'ey?..."
Mighty truly pleased
with himself...Myst
was hard pressed
to continue his
seemingly successful charade...
"Tis true you have
a lovely understanding
heart...ummm...we need
shelter...fire...food
then rest till dawn..."
Doing her best to hide
her all to wide smile
with her matted hair
she merely nodded...pointing
down the marshy bank...
Limping with just
the right amount
of Noble grace
Myst content almost
happy walked along side her...
Eyes blinking constantly
from his forced sleepless
state...Lord Magic and Myth
walked heavy footed to the river...
Leaning forward seeing
his reflection he tried
bracing himself for the
shock...to no avail...quick
as you like head dunked to ears...
"By the stars above
there needs be another
way...the cold not
only woke me it gifted
me a lovely headache..."
Tossing hair off face
the mirror image distorted
by flowing ripples caused
our Lord more than a
moment of apprehension...
Mulling over the newest
change life installed
in his priorities...in
the very way he sees
his world...
For example the keen
importance of finding...
keeping a forever love...
he needs the reality
of it...
Our Lord's father would
not balk in the slightest
in the face of telling his
son the absurdity of these
wayward thoughts...
In truth even his mother
would question the maleness
of such desires best left
to his sisters...he is after all
a warrior...is he not...
Therefore the idea of
love should be the
furthest thing from his
mind...allowing room only
for thoughts of defeating his...their enemy...
Visions of his father...
of his mother listening
to rantings of Love True
threw Lord M and M into
an over indulgent laughing fit...
Rolling about on the
grass acting much younger
than his aged years fast
became a most welcome
release of built tensions...
Aye...he knew he'd been
captured by unfavorable
darkness yet somehow he
believed it held him lightly
in it's unfamiliar chains...
The belief he could break
free whenever the desire
presented itself was the
singular surety of his
continued sanity...
If this pague shrouded
in the night destroyed
that belief then the
battle was lost...as
would he be...
Tell me...what is a
warrior without faith...
rightness...truth...an
acceptance of something
greater than self...
Simply just a man...
just a woman...with no
call to arms no reason
to rise above the
status quo...
The importance of Love
he could not explain to
his parentage...yet he
understood it to be the
call...the very reason...
Sadly...for King...Crown...
Country...no longer held
sway within him...he admitted
this in shame to himself...
his lost faith...
"Twould be far easier
if I had remained blind
to the truths of indifference
held so high by the Crown
and those in power..."
Slapping the ground hard
enough to bring the sting
in an attempt to fight off
the waves of tears threatening
to crash into him...crest over him...
Pain had long ago
become the dis-tractor
feeling the bite made
all other emotion
backstep...blur...
This gave him the ability
to save off the moment of
utter dispair...weakness...
unguarded...advantage to the
ever present threat to life...
Many a good life
became forfeit in
moments of lost
control of the gentler
emotions...
Our Lord like all
other warriors could ill
afford a slippage of
the tightly held reins...
So...pain it was...pain it would be...
Laying under a blanket
of peaceful night...thoughts
acted out in visions left
him drained...for he knew
the truth seen by the mind's eye...
"Perhaps wakefulness has
more drawbacks than ever
imagined...why would one
think in abundance when
one has a headache visting?..."
Deciding the best course
of action would be to
return himself to the fire
he does so rapidly with
restored alertness...
Unable...or mayhaps unwilling
to relinquish the rampant
thoughts burning through his
battered mind he embraces
the chaos with measured grace...
"There is nothing quite as
fulfilling as a discussion
with oneself either carried
out in mind or out loud for
all the forest creatures to hear..."
"Tis true we will speak to
ourselves readily enough in
a room full of other intelligent
beings...so I ask what harm
is there in doing so when alone?..."
"Fortune saw fit to have me
unaccompanied on this so
called search leaving me to
find entertainment in my
own voice..."
"UGH! I must confess I find
myself most boring...If
the Powers could see to
furnishing a friend I would
not object at all..."
Mystery with his Lady
Triest trotted through
the woods in shared silence
enjoying the lively sounds
of the woodland animals...
Off in the distance came
the crackling of fire...
picking up their pace they
soon saw the flickers
of light...
Together they paused wondering
if this camp be of friend
or foe...Triest motioned Myst
to stay as she weaved her
way closer...
Pulling her skirts up higher
she all but slid on the
ground...into view came
a neat little fire...a makeshift
shelter...ummm...a...him...
Senses heightened out of
need send signals
to the brain...
making him aware
of the littlest details...
The soft flowery
scent of soap
mixed with subtle
overlays of mud...
strange combination...
Without giving the
barest hint of knowing
his eyes dart over
the surrounding area
taking in everything...
Continuing his pre-set
actions he places the
meat speared on a stick
over the flames...checking
the roots placed in the embers...
If it was an enemy
watching him cook his
meal warning signs
would sound through out him...
In total opposite he
was taken over by concern
for his appearance...the
need to be on his best...
at his best...
Hardly able to contain
his excitement as the
thoughts of this unseen
potential friend rattles
his calm demeanor...
Worse is the tangible
knowledge that it is
a woman out in the dark
watching him fiddle
with cooking food...
Recalling his last
spoken words asking the
Powers to bring him
a someone...sent chills
up his spine...
Triggered by the chills
he reaches for blankets
to lay near the fire...
would be thoughtful to
offer warmed blankets...yes twould be...
An inner voice nags
at him to still the
trembling brought in
excitement's wave...twould
not do to spook her...
He wills her to come
out of hiding...his body
language speaking volumes...
as if shouting..."No worries...
just a gentle weapon toting lummox here..."
Off a few paces from
him...sounds of concentrated
quiet...the rustle of
weeds brushed by a passing
something or someone...
Turning his grin into
an extended yawn he
listens intently figuring
who ever she is is returning
the way she came...
Almost giving up the
goose through allowing
his eagerness to get
the better of him...the
waiting pushing all his buttons...
Regaining the outward show
of calm...he rotates the
meat stick...pokes at his
fat roots...moving them
about in the embers...
Mystery became bothered by
an increasingly painful cramp
in his right hind leg...afraid
to move lest he alert some
horse flesh eating fiend...
*"Don't laugh these fiends are out there!"*
He prided himself on the
quiet stillness he had endured
since Triest slinked...well
she did not need the skirt
that high...to investigate the fire...
Muttering under his breath to himself
"To Hades with dignity if
she does not get back here
NOW...any moment I will be
screeching like a babe!..."
Of course our Lady and his
chose that exact instant
to reappear right under
the Noble's perfect nose...
causing him a terrible start...
"Oh Holy Havens...I...uhhh...
oh...uh-oh...ouch...oh no...
ouch...OUCH!" Myst's leg
buckled making him fall
hard on his lovely round rump...
Legs splayed out in the
most un-Noble-isk angles
Myst glared at her as if
he would happily chew her
up and spit the tiny pieces out...
"Triest...try as you might
to guess my thoughts...there
is no possible way in which
you could even come close...
I'd wager you never will!..."
Our Lady for her part
refrained from laughing
or for that matter giving
any clue as to how badly
she so wanted to...
Anyone might wonder why
in the world Myst stayed
splayed as he was...but
you see...twas not by choice...
he simply could not move...yet...
Triest went to him...aiding
him in the ability to stand...
when he became steady on
hooves...he turned without a
sound and bit...
"OUCH! it isn't as if I
meant to scare you...you
prissy sissy grumpy jumpy
mess of horse bones...
that really hurt!..."
"Aye...you did so...you
could have called out...
whistled or the like...but
no...you popped out under
my nose just to get my goat!..."
Lady Triest rubbed her sore
rear end gently...Mystery's
tail twitched back and forth...
neither of them spoke...nor
did they look at each other...
After a time it became very
clear they were both getting
colder...more tired...and
feeling pain in their backsides...
imagine that...
"So what did you?..."
"I think its safe.."
"HUMPH!" times two...
sullen faces...tail
twitching...rear rubbing...
It was her turn for
the mournful eyes appeal...
seeing it Myst bowed his
head...tapped his hoof
on the ground...snorted several times...
Head hung low...
"If you believe it safe
perhaps we should seek
hospitality from our
forest traveling neighbor..."
Discounting the bite...she
knew the whole event to be
wickedly funny...although
she was sorry that Myst got
hurt...twas still funny...
Twas a natural state of
life...well...their life
that comedy courted pain
or vice verse...twas the
way of things not questioned...
"Oh right...yes I think we
should do that...for some
strange reason I feel we
will be nicely greeted...
welcomed in good fashion..."
Myst admitted to no one save
himself that he was at fault...
if he had not stood so unmoving
for so long...he was sure he
would not of fell...
*Don't laugh these fiends ARE out there!..."*
If only his dear cousin
had held his tongue..
those stories of horse
flesh enjoying freakish
evil fiends had him at BOO...
*"What kind of horrible desperate people do that?..."
Triest would understand if
Mystery could admit this
all to her...alas the workings
of a Noble's ego just does
not allow for that...
*"Now listen I am telling you...don't laugh...these fiends are EVERYWHERE!..."
It did not escape him
the cosmic jest of pretending
to have a limp so as to get
her to stop...then receiving
a real limp joined by much pain in the butt...
~~~~~~~~~~
Our Lord M&M began
questioning the way
he handled the unknown
she friend...had he showed
a sign that gave her cause to distrust him...
It seemed hours had flown
past since her smelled that
wonderful mixture of mud and
flowers...he even imagined
he could smell it close by again...
Mayhaps he should have
called out a true welcome
instead of playing his game
of...wait...she'll come to
you...
Rearranging the blankets just
so...he could not bring himself
to give up on the hope that
through the trees out of the
night she would walk...
~~~~~~~~
Standing at the edge of
the camp...a step outside
the light...Triest was
filled with thoughts different
than what she had told Myst...
Mystery felt like odd horse
out as he watched Triest and
the handsome young stranger
exchange pitiful open mouthed
dumb struck stares...
Bumping her...Myst took
control...he bumped...
walked...bumped...their way
into the stranger's camp
stopping them next to the fire...
"Well...well...isn't this lovely...
nice big fire...blankets warming...
food cooking...more than you'd need...
I should think...could be wrong...no...
expecting guests or merely hopeful?..."
"Uh...hopeful...expecting..."
Lord Magic was surely drowning...
twas wonderful that he cared naught...
she couldn't be more radiant...
he became drunk on her...
Myst beat hooves to ground...
"Oh my...that must of hurt! And
wow how very embarassing...guess
you haven't learned that not all
truth sets you free..."
Snorting...snickering...pawing
the poor ground...just like
the time he sampled too much
of Triest's wine...Myst realized
he was alone in his amusement...shame...
"Good Goddess save your horse!"
He felt sick...ready to lose
his grains if they did not
close their mouths real soon...horse cough...
"Alright then...what say you to starting with names?"
To Mystery it looked as if
reality slapped them both
at the same time...eyes
widened...blinked...mouths
closed slowly...oh goody...
"The Court jester needs
to take lessons from the
two of you...he would be
far more entertaining..."
if looks could skin a horse...well you know...
"No...oh no you so do not
get to look put out...
if you are going to act
like love sick puppies...
you can not blame me for witnessing it!..."
Triest felt the heat rising
to her face...the only
comfort was that this
moment of embarrassment
was shared...by him...
The Noble felt their oh
so touching moment was
over...he could have wept...
not...all that mattered was
the warmth on his rear and rest...
"I...ummm...did not mean
to...uhhh...stare as I did...
it...I...just...well...you!..."
Lord Magic was unable to fit
his words together...
"Lords...Ladies...have you
had the pleasure of meeting
Lord Stammer?..." Mystery
laughed...yes laughed...so
wickedly his mane danced about his head...
He was still laughing when
Triest yanked on his tail...
abrupt halt...head twisting...
moment spoiled...he side stepped
closer to the source of heat...
"We are sorry for any upset
our sudden appearance might
have caused you...I...we...
hoped to share your fire
for what is left of this night..."
"M'Lady...what I have is
yours for as long as you
have need of it...tis only
a trifle..yet I offer..."
enhancing his words with a formal bow...
"Thanks be to you..." sounding
to herself overly lame...she
glanced shyly at Mystery...
immediately winced...no help
or sympathy there...
Itching all over his equine body
from the uneasy deafening silence
that followed their brief dialogue...
it begged to be broken...well...
he could do it...good...
"My name is Lord Mystery
D'Black Elegante Truest Noble...
if we become close friends you
may drop the title and call me
Mystery...mayhaps in time...Myst!..."
Triest coughed...
"He happens to be well
learned in the art of
being a pain in the...uhhh...
ummm...neck!..." cough...giggle...
"I can admire the quality...tis
nice to meet you m"lord Noble...
I am Adian...blah...blah...blah...
jeez did they HAVE to name
me that...ugh!"
Myst's instincts told him
he was going to like Adian
a great deal...even though
there were things the good
Sir wanted to keep unknown...
