#dreaming

The rusalka lays in contentment, curled in the gargoyle's arm stone strong arms. With every happy breath she can shift if she likes, from almost hag like, a terrifying corpse like being, to nymph with such sensuality as to make satyrs shiver.

"If we stayed, I could watch you and your sisters play.. watch you from the walls and crooks..." The Gargoyle's eyes glow

"But we.. we should not linger too long." he manages to say "We should get the sidhe and go. Shouldn't we?"

"She's not... her form isn't that, normally..." She says it, though it may be half a question. "But aye, you could watch us." A kiss. "Watching is love."

A return kiss. "Yes." Earl nods "it is well the sidhe seems to have found Lord Exile's favor. But it is not just her, we are like, canvases being used again."

"I like this form..." She stretches, and is nubile and soft. "I am thy pearl, am I not?"

"Always and forever," He runs stone cast fingers along her body "But you were before. "

"And am yet. It has been, what - a few hours? We could enjoy this. It feels nice."

At that, a demonic grin "I think time has little meaning here, but for good or ill I don't know."

"But surely, we could enjoy this until Agnethe returns. She cannot go to the farm as she is..."

"The farm" As if remembering "Ah, but, I..."

sounds of horns receeding, and laughter in the halls "Glorious hunt! Lord Exile"

"But?" Nuzzling his neck.

A listen, then "But if time does not pass here, the change may never end, and it will never be the right time to take her back to the farm"

Judging by the happy voice, the sidhe, full into her autumn, has come back from a wild hunt of sorts

"Mm.."

"She sounds happy. My sisters are happy..."

"What of your other sister? Vashti...the moth? " He remembers, when he tries. It's the trying part.

that trying part is harder.

"Vashti?" A little crease between her brows.

"Oh, she would like it here..."

"She would" Earl says "But she would be changed I think and.."

a knock on the door

"She could swim with me!"

well, at the archway

"Hello, come in" Zara sits up. She is covered only by her hair, the white locks grown long and wild.

The door opens, the ravishing Lady Agenthe enters, a huntress' garb upon her. Oh how she shines ! There is something in her that is not so much cruel, not anymore than the eagle is cruel when it tears apart a rabbit. She sees the nude lovers half concealing each other and does not seem to judge nor dwell "Lord Exile wishes to have attend breakfast. I go to dress in finery, but I was told you would have the garbs in a wardrobe prepared. He says he may change the seasons again."

"Wonderful! Something new." She does wrinkle her nose a little at the mention of clothing.

"See, love? It is only breakfast. It has been not a day. And see how she shines? Let us see what has been prepared."

"Too kind, dear Zara," Agenthe's hair shimmers like gold and sunlight, "You look sated." She is sidhe, and haughty though she is, there is a comradeship between the Rusalka and Sidhe , one of shared Autumn Court, and of wilderhood. Both are creatures of terrible beauty.

"Mmm.. mostly sated, aye." A grin.

"Ha. You should have joined us on the Hunt. It was glorious. Prey Dreams were clever, and gave merry chase"

"Important, aye, though.. no, no, I would hunt at the river's bank... draw them down in my embrace, in darkness and deep water..." Oddly longing.

"To each their own, I should go tell your sisters of breakfast and the killamous also," She turns to go, already acting as if she is the good right hand of Lord Exile, second in command. And it feels vaguely right that she is so.

"Do... do you remember anything more, Aganthe?" The Gargoyle asks

"Hear that? Killamous at breakfast! I have read of them, only."

Zara gets to her feet, webbed toes making the softest sound against the stone. She is ambivalent about the idea of being dressed - but she does want to see what Lord Exile has provided.

Aganthe looks at Earl confused "Remember more? Earl, dear Gargoyle, what is there to remember. I am sidhe, born to the shining host... Lord Exile rules here, but I am his right hand, perhaps his heir, and... his mistress" Proud tilt of her chin "I will enforce his will and tend to his subjects. "

"But the farm" He says

A shrug "If it was important, Sir knight, I'm sure Lord Exile would make one for me" And she strides off while Zara dresses

"After dinner. nu? Then it will have been a day."

"My love, she is forgetting everything" earl says to Zara, "Worse, she is not even wanting to remember" He stares at the pearl hued river goddess as she sorts through garments.

"We shall remind her." A nod.

Her webbed fingers trail over the cloth, inspecting the different garments. She finally settles on a green-grey sheer silk, that feels like her river, and offers little more modesty than water.

Her gargoyle seems content with a loin cloth or less himself, but then gathers his own garments when he finds shirts with slits in the back for wings

Earl looks over her, "Very well, but this is a dangerous game. I fear we will lose her forever," A thought "And perhaps are at risks our selves"

"Nay, I know who I am. And thou. Thou art mine Hunter, mine Poet, mine Artist."

"For you and you alone am I prey."

"My sisters said Lord Exile has a library."

That pleases him "You do remember, good." A look at her, "You are ravishing, my pearl. "