She knew she shouldn't be out. It was late, nearly midnight already. The full moon glowed high in the sky, illuminating the path in front of her in the hazy shades of silver and blue~fae light she'd always heard it called. She sighed and moved gracefully along the path. She knew it so well now, traveled it as often as she could, as often as nature allowed. Her bare feet found the path well worn and softened by the freshly fallen autumn leaves. She walked with purpose, feeling the tension in the air increasing by the moment. She'd always been fascinated by storms, even as a child, now she had a very adult reason to be entranced by them. She wanted to be there before the storms struck~ to see if HE would be there again.
She shivered at the thoughts of HIM. She didn't know his name. Had never had a real conversation with him, only glimpsed him amongst his natural element, The Storm Master; that was how she thought of him now. The first time she'd met him had been terrifying, and exhilarating. She knew she'd never be free of the images of that first meeting. That first experience of holding a storm inside her body....
It had been nearly half a year ago, a powerful spring storm had drawn her. She knew the place, she'd come here often during the years to sit in the relative solace on the large rocks looking up through the clearing and watching the lightning play in the sky far away from the rest of the world. Tonight seemed somehow different. The air was charged. She could feel the energy flowing in thick waves all around her. The wind tumbling her long hair around her in a whirlwind, she could tell the rain was close. She tasted the moisture in the air, could feel it on her skin like a gentle caress in the night. It caused heat to pool in the deepest recesses of her body. Her skin reacted, the nerves alive, singing with electricity.
She stepped over to the large rock and sat down. Reclining she sighed, the storms had been brought on by an unusually warm spring; that warmth lingered in the large rock at her back. She closed her eyes and let the moment take her, the thunder boomed in the background and she felt it in her soul.
Her diaphanous silk robe clung to her in the humid air; she never wore much to storm watch. It seemed redundant to her when she was simply going to either get soaking wet or take it off all together. Sighing, she pulled one leg up to rest on the rock, the other on the ground her body enjoying the way her back stretched and curved around hugging of the surface of the stone, it made her feel almost decadent to be here like this. Her family had warned her not to come here like this but in all the years she had done this, she'd never met another soul. And she believed that Nature protected its own here, she always felt at home on her rock. Just as she was relaxing she heard a noise, something out of place for her solitary wood, a footfall! She leaned up on her elbows, her long hair flowing over the edge of the rock, trying to see into the dim light, looking for whom she shared the wood with.
Fear rushing over her for the first time, she didn't know whether to run or stay very still. Her eyes searched the semi darkness around her. The lightning cast shadows, dancing amongst the trees in the wind; she searched for something real and solid. Then she found it. Her breath caught in her throat and she slid back on the rock. Eyes wide, mouth slightly open grasping at the front of her robe; she stared at a very large, very REAL man.
He laughed, actually laughed as she blinked.
"What do we have here? A wood sprite, a nymph perhaps; have you brought this wondrous storm? Then lets not waste your efforts shall we?"
