Gold Comes the Autumn {September 3011} [Adanedhel]
Sept 9, 2018 21:02:13 GMT -5
Post by ELIRA on Sept 9, 2018 21:02:13 GMT -5
“Storm comes before nightfall,” Kelet spoke aloud as she stood in the squelching mud at the edge of the Long Lake. The sky was clear blue, and the air warm warm with just a hint of crispness wafting between the breezes on the hinges of a cold front. Nothing of the day could be called 'hot', as autumn had come over the lands, yet still it was warm enough so as to enjoy the breezes which came.
“I always feel it, before the storm, here in this leg…” the white haired elleth pulled up the edge of her dress, the sunlight falling on the faded fernlike scar, which ran from her foot to her shoulders in it’s erratic pattern. “Feel… aching. Always correct. What say birds, Adan? Say storming soon?” She had seen him speak with the birds before, and it amused her greatly. A gift of the Noldor, she had learned, though Kelet was Avari and her gift came in the reading of the stars. Each one had their purpose, though often now she would ask Adanedhel to question the birds for her, in great amusement.
Just the lower leg revealed as she bundled up pale pink silk, she raised a brow at Adanedhel, and then stepped into the water. It still held the warmth of summer in it, and felt nice against her feet. Kelet could hardly believe she had gone thirteen hundred years without the feel of water and mud against her toes. “Mmm...” she hummed contentedly.
She could hardly believe she had gone just as long without the dark haired ellon standing behind her. She sucked in her breath for an instant, just thinking of him, as she turned around and receded from the water, moving back to the shore, eyeing him with a smirk on her face all the while. The mere presence of the ellon left Kelet feeling as if her sorrows were drowned, in a good way. Drowning in a way she craved; though she had never been one to douse herself in wine the way she had seem some elves partake, Kelet felt as if she were doing the very same at times when it came to Adanedhel. “Water feel nice today. Not too cold… but winter soon will come. Now we swim.”
Kelet reached out for Adanedhel’s shoulder, rubbing it lightly beneath her palm. She knew he was uneasy with the water. She continued to hum, as she rose up to his ear, pressing lips into her favorite place, just beside it. She had become quite comfortable with him, there was no mistaking her affection.
“Heltho,” she whispered in his ear, a light laugh thereafter. Strip. A swift kiss to the cheek and Kelet released him, and walked two paces away, turning her back to Adanedhel as she reached to loosen the lacings of her dress. Swiftly she was unhindered by the garment, letting it float to the ground. Her chemise sleeveless chemise beneath glowing in the sunlight, the upper filaments of her scarring poking out from the straps of her gown, as the trees rustled overhead; leaves turning gold and orange on the edges, though the deep green was still most prominent.
Stepping out of the circle of her dress, Kelet moved to rest it carefully over a nearby log, her bells ringing lightly in the air as she worked the claps to remove them from her wrists, setting them carefully atop the dress. She had left her anklets in her chambers earlier in the day, knowing that she would ocme to the water, though had not wished to be without the sound of the bells completely, and there was some vanity within her which wished to cover the scarring on her limbs, though with Adanedhel, who bore matching scars, it did not matter so much. She tried to take care with her bells; gifts from Odothel which she wished to never tarnish. Touching the metal for a moment, she pictured her mellon on the far shores of the sea, and sighed, before turning brightly back to Adan, a reassuring smile on her lips.
“Ready, Meluin?” she asked, holding out her hand.
“I always feel it, before the storm, here in this leg…” the white haired elleth pulled up the edge of her dress, the sunlight falling on the faded fernlike scar, which ran from her foot to her shoulders in it’s erratic pattern. “Feel… aching. Always correct. What say birds, Adan? Say storming soon?” She had seen him speak with the birds before, and it amused her greatly. A gift of the Noldor, she had learned, though Kelet was Avari and her gift came in the reading of the stars. Each one had their purpose, though often now she would ask Adanedhel to question the birds for her, in great amusement.
Just the lower leg revealed as she bundled up pale pink silk, she raised a brow at Adanedhel, and then stepped into the water. It still held the warmth of summer in it, and felt nice against her feet. Kelet could hardly believe she had gone thirteen hundred years without the feel of water and mud against her toes. “Mmm...” she hummed contentedly.
She could hardly believe she had gone just as long without the dark haired ellon standing behind her. She sucked in her breath for an instant, just thinking of him, as she turned around and receded from the water, moving back to the shore, eyeing him with a smirk on her face all the while. The mere presence of the ellon left Kelet feeling as if her sorrows were drowned, in a good way. Drowning in a way she craved; though she had never been one to douse herself in wine the way she had seem some elves partake, Kelet felt as if she were doing the very same at times when it came to Adanedhel. “Water feel nice today. Not too cold… but winter soon will come. Now we swim.”
Kelet reached out for Adanedhel’s shoulder, rubbing it lightly beneath her palm. She knew he was uneasy with the water. She continued to hum, as she rose up to his ear, pressing lips into her favorite place, just beside it. She had become quite comfortable with him, there was no mistaking her affection.
“Heltho,” she whispered in his ear, a light laugh thereafter. Strip. A swift kiss to the cheek and Kelet released him, and walked two paces away, turning her back to Adanedhel as she reached to loosen the lacings of her dress. Swiftly she was unhindered by the garment, letting it float to the ground. Her chemise sleeveless chemise beneath glowing in the sunlight, the upper filaments of her scarring poking out from the straps of her gown, as the trees rustled overhead; leaves turning gold and orange on the edges, though the deep green was still most prominent.
Stepping out of the circle of her dress, Kelet moved to rest it carefully over a nearby log, her bells ringing lightly in the air as she worked the claps to remove them from her wrists, setting them carefully atop the dress. She had left her anklets in her chambers earlier in the day, knowing that she would ocme to the water, though had not wished to be without the sound of the bells completely, and there was some vanity within her which wished to cover the scarring on her limbs, though with Adanedhel, who bore matching scars, it did not matter so much. She tried to take care with her bells; gifts from Odothel which she wished to never tarnish. Touching the metal for a moment, she pictured her mellon on the far shores of the sea, and sighed, before turning brightly back to Adan, a reassuring smile on her lips.
“Ready, Meluin?” she asked, holding out her hand.