Spring Awakenings

Spring has finally sprung in the land of Aes Sidhe, and the goodly denizens are all aflutter with happy activities outside the home.  Our queen sits quietly in a sunny spot on a temporary throne made of phoenix feathers and corn cob, simply dressed in a muslin shift and wrapped in blankets to stave the chill away. She has brought with her a favorite quill and a handful of parchment; she released her scribes to enjoy the sunny day however they choose to. She sees no need for dictation today, as she is content to rifle through her thoughts in contemplative silence.

So much to report, Dear Readers, but not certain where to start.

First, there has been a changing of the guard. Prince The Other White Meat and our sovereign are no longer in close communication with one another.  There could be a number of reasons attributed to this frustrating turn of events, but it all boils down to this: trust, or a lack thereof.  The details shall not be recounted here (at least, not yet. The wound is yet too fresh for our sovereign to scratch at, for she bleeds still), but the queen is upset with herself.  Actually, she is upset with Chronos, and has lodged a complaint with the Greek Pantheon. Six months, perhaps a bit longer.  That's when it should have happened, the meeting between queen and prince. Our ruler and the prince were well matched for one another, almost scarily so. But he required coaxing, and she was not ready to commit the effort. Nerves were exposed, words were exchanged, and in the end each ran in the opposite direction of the other, unfulfilled and riddled with angst. For what it's worth, however, the augurs suggest that this story is not yet finished. Perhaps there will be another chapter or two to be written on this prince. What can be expressed at this juncture, however, is that our beloved royal is dismayed by the lack of closure she experienced in this situation.  There was no definitive completion of the circle, merely a veering off to one side. No closed plane curves here.

Second, that the subsequent date with Prince The Real Megillah went very well, with both queen and prince much more relaxed around one another. The playfulness that initially attracted each to the other has resumed with gusto, and so their company is mutually enjoyed once again.  And this time, Faithful Readers, when the incorrigible prince sought another kiss... it was freely given.  There is now an understanding between both parties, and rumor has it murmurings could be heard long into the night within the queen's private chambers that evening. More on the subject later, as tawdry details are sparse but implied.

Can I move from my call? Cautious looks say it all. 

Cold control to impress; fate takes control of my moves for the rest 

One more blink of an eye and I'm in for the Kill 

My conscience kicks in and crumbles in my hands all feelings weaken 

And just in time to quench compassion 

See? I am breathing, seething, breathing, seething ~Skindive