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Date Posted: 06/14/07 10:08pm
Author: Evelynn
Subject: Sweet dreams are made of these..,
In reply to: Durgan 's message, " Do you hear it callin' in the air tonight? " on 06/14/07 9:55pm

(Dancing was her life. Expression. Form. Balance. It was her speech, her voice, her song. And the source of her utter exhaustion. Still, she felt the familiar thrum of the moon in her blood and knew that she wouldn't need the energy refuel of sleep come nightfall. Preparing for this one evening a month had become a ritual for the twenty two year old Pointe Harbor native, one that she had begun practicing nearly seven years earlier. She sat down on the settee at the foot of her bed, slipping off her toeshoes and dropping them beside her. Her calf-warmers and soft danksin tights joined a pile in her hamper, upon which a form fitting tank and bra were flung. She let her hair tumble down her back, so black it appeared almost blue in the dim light, curling at the small of her back where a small tattoo of the moon and stars lay. Gracefully she moved across the room, tossing her panties over her shoulder into the same pile of laundry before opening the sliding glass door of her balcony and stepping out into the cool late evening air. She lived in a remote area for a purpose. Come ten o'clock, then the moon made it's shift, she would shift into the form of a dragon.. and that was something she wasn't all that sure would fly in some urban setting. She was so utterly exhausted from the day that she didnt dance under the stars as she usually did, she merely curled up in the soft grass and drifted off to sleep with the soft scent of the Rowan tree drifting in her mind.)

(Rowan Trees? Now that was odd.. that was a species that grew only in Scotland.. Yawning softly, she wiggled into the soft warm body that lay behind her, instinctively seeking the warmth and protection of her male. Her male? She jumped in surprise, bolting upright and scurrying back a bit, her body gloriously naked and filled in all the right places. Her black curls covered her heaving breasts, and her knees were pulled up protectively. Large and intelligent dark blue eyes blinked at the male, though she made not a sound.)

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