Leonaess Dawnbinder

Binding

The blood began to well from the slash made across glittering ivory palm, trickling in a deep carmine off the tip of lithe manicured finger. Plip, plopping to fill a short test tube that was held by the steady hand of the aura soother. Satisfied with the amount, a cork stoppered the greedy vial and slipped it into an envelope along with a golden, curling strand that had been cut from the sunshine waves coming to frame the determined face of Leonaess.

Scrawled in a flowing, elegant script across the face of envelope:

“  Assurance.  “

The morning haired gypsy paused in her travels to see that her twisted little letter was sent to a hideously beautiful monster that no doubt already knew which way she’d lean. Setting out again, winged travels brought her very far from any and all.

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On a sandy coast, verdantly lush grass from a humid climate boxing in the secretive cove, the witch set up her camp with a sprawling of two colorful blankets on the powdery sand that was soon met with firelight; pop, crackling their way in greeting towards the smattering of twilight heavens above.

Bandaged hand dipped into her pack, betwixt digits was a metallic case that found itself opened with an audible pop. A dozen thin, midnight black cigarillos being the prize within. Plucking a joint from the collection, tongue came in momentary linger on the bottom of herbal tip before finding a firm sensual hold between lips as a light was produced to set the end ablaze; a bloodthistle rush flashing the dreamy doe-eyed stare that was shuttered by lashes drooping in sensual stare. The cloudy pungent toxin, faintly spicy and metallic to her senses, started to work its way through svelte figurine. It was set to the side in a lean against the tin for a moment.

Clumsy fingers came to work at the travel stained clothing on her person, choosing instead from her pack a gossamer dress that fluttered and flowed against her skin with the usherance of sea breeze. That seductive wiles of that cigarette brought digits in a stroking skim of claim, taking another toke that added drowsy, enchanted smile on roseate lips.

Then the music started, somewhere in her head it was a floating and thrillingly graceful sweep of sound that caused her body to sway in time to the waterfall flow of euphonious waves. Undulating hips in a languid twirl, arch and flex of torso as arms up over her head, hands finding fascination in the rebellious silk of hair, traveling down the willowy curvature of supple form.

Around the fire she continued in her dance, getting lost in the songs in her head and the starry pathways above.