The Faery Grove
We went out to the wild dunes near the ocean. Walking a sandy path we came upon a Faery grove, the windswept trees forming a natural arching gateway into their Kingdom.
We sat silently at the roots of an old tree, their magical presence surrounding us. We kissed and entered the bliss together, the Fays delicate wings fluttering around us, surrounding us in the last perfumed breeze of a dying summer. Autumn leaves sung their trembling songs as they fell at our feet like flakes of broken moonlight cascading into the coming twilight.
We sat silently at the roots of an old tree, their magical presence surrounding us. We kissed and entered the bliss together, the Fays delicate wings fluttering around us, surrounding us in the last perfumed breeze of a dying summer. Autumn leaves sung their trembling songs as they fell at our feet like flakes of broken moonlight cascading into the coming twilight.
When the moment had passed we stood still holding hands and ran laughing from the grove, making sure not to return upon the path we had entered.
As the golden sun began his descent into the western skies we walked home through the dunes in a content quiet, the knowing flowing deep between us.
Then from nowhere on the horizon a large stag appeared with five deers. Rearing his head, his large antlers shining like glistened bronze with the failing light. We yelped with excitement as the small herd appeared before us. Oh such blessings showered upon us, that we should be honoured with the Stag Kings presence so soon after leaving the faeries grove.
As the golden sun began his descent into the western skies we walked home through the dunes in a content quiet, the knowing flowing deep between us.
Then from nowhere on the horizon a large stag appeared with five deers. Rearing his head, his large antlers shining like glistened bronze with the failing light. We yelped with excitement as the small herd appeared before us. Oh such blessings showered upon us, that we should be honoured with the Stag Kings presence so soon after leaving the faeries grove.
Then in a moment they were gone prancing back beyond the horizon behind one of the many sand dunes.
Like children we ran holding hands into the sunset, following a trail of magic that can never escape us ...
Like children we ran holding hands into the sunset, following a trail of magic that can never escape us ...
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