EverNight, EverNight...where for art thou, Memories?

Lady_Circe_Wildwood@c-24-61-171-146.hsd1.ma.comcast.net / Thu Dec 28 10:21:32 MST 2006 [20]
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*She settles on the bench. The soft whisper of fabric against marble a familiar conversation to her ears. Dawn grey eyes, darker, more mysterious, in the absence of sunlight, gazing along the river that tumbles idlly by. It's song an oft heard lullaby when her pain was deep, her soul...restless.*

"I know of what you speak, Onyx. Bronze and I came often here. Our wedding night was spent upon this grass, blood roses looking oe'r our passion; The protective arms of the great oak our bower.

This place holds a magic beyond all ken. Beyond our ability to express it in mere words. Only our hearts can bespeak the story eloquently enough"

"Her words so soft they are almost taken away by the gentle breeze that ruffles leaves and caresses her cheek*




__Onyx__@[208.244.116.173] / Thu Dec 28 10:16:34 MST 2006
It was ever so in this place *she answers with a smile* Whatever sorrows or burdens I bore, they could not exist here, in this most passionate of places. *she chuckles ruefully* I recall many a night when Remy and I would come here, in the full heat of argument sometimes... and twould always end with us in each other's arms. *and even the memory of Remy cannot now bring her pain, so elated is she to set foot in the gardens once more* Aye, there is a magic in this place.
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