The Birth of the fae ~ephemeral

...near a tiny hidden pool deep within the forest a small pinpoint of light begins to move....growing, pulsating softly....shimmering as it begins to take shape...the form of a woman; translucent - yet slowly becoming more visceral. A soft "aahhhhhhh" escapes from the still shadowy lips of the figure....this coming through more difficult than the last....so many eons ago. A sense of heaviness, solidity comes to her....forgotten in that interim. With a final push, she is there...a woman full-born.

Resting a moment as her physical and fey senses become attuned; blending together....Dusky eyelids slowly open to reveal shinning blue-green eyes...a glimmer of excitement showing within them....she raises delicate hands to her face....touching the soft skin....feeling the strong high cheek bones....full mouth....tracing a path to the elegant neck....down to full breast, cupping their weight lightly...thumbs gently brushing dusky-rose colored nipples. Moving lower....feather light touches taking in every smooth, lush curve of this earthly form....delighting in it.

A fine gold chain rests low on her hips....on the middle three finger of her left hand, bands of gold, bronze and copper...each set with precious and powerful stones. From each band yet another fine chain extends...all joined to the single narrow gold band on her wrist....denoting her status as an ethereal being and Cherished one of the Goddess. The intricately worked bronze band on her right ankle a reminder of her purpose here.

...she turns now to the sound of gently bubbling water...walking lightly, seeming almost to float....the bottoms of her feet tickled by the springy loam beneath them. she kneels at the edge of the small hidden pool.... tawny hair softly slipping over one shoulder....a place of blessing....dipping one hand into the clear water....raising it and watching with wonder as the crystalline beads run down the golden skin of her arm. Cupping her hands, drawing more of the cool liquid, she drinks deeply while singing a silent song of thanks and praise to the Goddess of the Forest....

....spotting a tiny barren patch of earth, she leans forward to pour a little of the precious gift upon it....whispering , voice soft and husky...."Nay, little ones...the time of slumber is past. You must awaken now, for Beltane is soon upon us and all must be ready".....a soft knowing smile plays at the corners of her mouth as she watches the tiny tender shoots of new grass slowly emerge from the earth...."Aye, sweetings....that's the way. Come, straight and proud." Rising now, she spies the fine velvet cloak hanging from a low branch of a tree.....a final gift from The Mother. Wrapping it about her, she begins to make her way through the forest by sense, heading now towards the village.....she is the fae ~ephemeral

~ephemeral's alter-ego; the half-Celt half-Valkyrie Lady Brenna