Legends Explained

Alucinor continues to fly through the air, the steady whooshing of powerful wingbeats heard only a step behind as he makes his way along with great speed. Far below through the wispy clouds, the landscape can be seen slowly scrolling by. Rocks, trees, and fields, winding rivers, all passing slowly by as Al makes his way toward the distant hills. But eventually he sees another place that catches his eye - a small pond in the midst of a meadow up in the foothills. Arcing his wings, he enters a slow and sideways circle as the pair slowly drop towards the place ...

Enaid had gazed about lifting her head from his chest to do so.....feeling the current of the air beneath them..the soft lift held in place airy fingers tugging at hair...brushing against and over her....eyes dropping in awe at the sights passing below....much of the land she loved, needed a gentle sigh before rising eyes to lay her head against his chest as the fear and sorrow for what had been witnessed

Alucinor spirals lazily downward with the lovely Enaid in his arms, the meadow surrounding the pool rushing up to meet them both. He can feel her head against his chest, breaking him from his watchful and dutiful vigil to glance down at her and smile, happy to have served her so well ... and finally able to do something for her, at last. Softly, gently, with rapid wingbeats, Al touches down amidst the flowers with Enaid still in his arms. He spies what looks to be a soft, moss-covered stone nearby that may just be good for sitting on, so he carefully lowers Enaid's own feet back to the ground, keeping a strong arm about her back, never disconnecting himself entirely from her.

Enaid fragrance swirls around Alucinor as if a part of him. the closeness of their bodies coursing it to linger her freshness as if washed in the running waters of a spring waterfall mingles with the scent....the tinkling of bells as the wind catches her blue bell chain pealing out She had recovered from her surprise when first sighting the wings he seemed to have gained never before had she thought he would possess such things....only when he seemed to be slowing down...descending from the heights of the world to those of the good earth did she lift her cheek from his body...to gaze about her....eyes widening and instantly filling with joy at her surroundings. Her toes curling into the earth as they feel the sod beneath them....a deep sniff smelling those that live around them now

Alucinor stands tall above the delicate Enaid, like a mountain standing sentinel over a lush and winding valley. His wings quickly fold behind his back, hidden there until at length they seem to disappear altogether. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nostrils, his broad chest expanding as he smells much ... especially the delightful fragrance of Enaid herself, both pleasant and enchanting, making him want to be nearer to her. His hand slides from her back to reach her arm, fingers slowly gliding along skin and silken flowers there to reach her hand, taking hold of it and keeping her close. His deep voice sounds throughout the meadow. "Is this far enough away? Or would you prefer to go farther? I would take you as far as the ends of the earth, if such were your wish." He smiles fondly at Enaid, blinking happily, his dark curly getting caught by the gentle breeze and thrown about his shoulders.

Enaid so lost in her surroundings head turning this way and that...as she first spies the trees tall like sentinals themselves....each bush....promises of flowers swelling her heart with joy..enrupted by the evidence of the meadow...the gentle ripples upon the pool. Each movement of her head coursing the mass of hair to fan a little or brush over against his flesh or body...Her eyes lift the fairy lights shinning brightly dancing to their own music as violet lips part into a smile..." This is beautiful" those eyes dropping for but a sec as she feels the light touches of his fingers upon her arm...her hand...the smile widening as slender fingers open in answer

Alucinor beams happily, proud to have made a good choice, and also happy that he has the chance to speak with Enaid in seclusion. "We may stay here just as long as you like," he tells her, as if she actually needed permission, knowing full well that she could step through a tree and be anywhere else that she wished. His own eyes gaze once around the beauty of this place before settling upon the lovely woman beside him. His mind returns to moments before, when he actually was enjoying himself. "Also, ummm ... I wanted to say thank you ... for showing me how to dance." He smiles a truly happy smile.

Enaid sleder fingers curl upon his own....embracing them in her light touch " Thank me....for opening that which was always there..perhaps dormant yet will one day have blossomed even as these flowers do...nay Al" the softness of his name lingering upon her lips " You have nothing to thank me for" glancing down even the short time they had been here had brought new shoots breaking through the earth their fresh green limbs showing bright against the dark moist earth...Looking back up to gaze upon him..." I did not know you possessed such wonderous things as wings"

Alucinor shakes his head in disagreement. "Oh, no! You showed me something new, something wonderful! For that you have no idea how grateful ..." Al's voice slowly breaks up until he is unable to finish, blinking rapidly and turning his head away. "I am sorry," his stony voice says, a mask of calmness descending over his face as he again looks back to Enaid, composed and cool. "And yes ... about those wings ..." Alucinor seems uncertain where to begin, eyes looking back to Enaid with a sad sort of need. "There are things I would like ... things we need to discuss."

Enaid delicate brow rises as she listens the rising of the notes in his voice....his stuttering stop...a voice that had one moment sounding as filled with joy as if he was laughing..yet quickly had it returned to its harshness like the bark of a tree yet even this surface was tender covering a soft texture underneath giving the tree protection was this indeed the case with Al also only time will show her. a gentle pressure upon his finger to reassure him as eyes look into his...." What would you like.....need to know?"

Alucinor smiles softly back to Enaid, gazing into her eyes as well. And now that he has her attention, he hardly knows where to begin. "I ..." A pause, hesitant and indecisive. "... would like to know more about you." He looks her over with eyes that seem to look beyond outside appearances to the more vital stuff within her being, searching her thoroughly as a word one can't quite define.

Enaid smiles as soft as the breeze....as light as a sunbeam " You have only to ask Al....and I will answer but voice your question..?" another gentle squeeze...slender fingers lightly pressing upon his own flesh as eyes look deep into his own..

Alucinor lets their joined hands swing gently, glancing down to the ground beneath them which is still sprouting life. Slowly his bulky form bends low, stooping and easing himself down to sit casually beside the pool and lending Enaid a supporting hand should she also choose to sit beside him. His brow furrows in thought. "Well, I suppose we should be fair about this ... so how about this? I ask you a question, and you get to ask one of me. Sound fair?" A brow arches at her inquisitively, a hopeful smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Enaid wiggles her toes as he moves to sit upon the good earth by the pool. eyes following him as a gentle cloud...before arising from the rock he had placed her upon to step with graceful ease to where he is...rainbow colours dancing across the chiffon cape as lowers herself to rest her head upon his lap her body thus laid out upon the good earth...eyes closing as the sodden substance fills her nostrils mingling with the scent of the tall male...a slight nod as in accent to his suggestion the mass of multi colour like clouds falling about her face and covering his lap " Agreed"

Alucinor chuckles and shakes his head in amusement, wondering how it is that this woman abounds in such freedom of spirit and affection. He closes his eyes, a broad smile over his earthy face, one hand resting in his lap even as the other wraps about her own smaller hand, her slender digits further dwarfed by his own. "Splendid," he tells her satisfactorily before his mind starts to mull over the possible questions. "My senses tell me that you are not human, and they're hardly ever wrong. I have heard legends of elves and other fair creatures of the woods. Yet certainly those ancient words do not do justice to your ... beauty, and your graceful ..." His eyes stay closed, head shaking and hand gesturing in air as he searches for the words, until at last he bumbles out with it. "What are you?" he asks, looking down at her with incredulous awe.

Enaid finger tips feels the texture of the surface of his flesh...the creases that each finger possesses that deepen with age and work the tips of her own stroking but a few times over his surface light as air yet still they are felt. Eyes gazing upwards feeling slightly heady from the strong sodden smell not helped by his own heady scent a gaze that lingers upon his lips seeing how full they are and curved into a smile...the light tinkle of bells as she moves her foot caught within his hearing ....dancing upon the wind before merrily going their own way " Your senses do you credit good Al....for I am indeed not human...yet they have many names that they attach to one of my kind..to me formost I am a waver of the thread...to humans....perhaps a fae..or nymph...or even a forest spirit".

Alucinor strokes his proud chin with a pair of fingers. "Mmmm," he mumbles lightly, though whether due to his thought or the pleasant touches he feels upon his fingers is hard to tell. He nods, looking down to Enaid where she rests in his lap happily, his own form's scent bearing a hint of mercury to it more than anything else ... his scent is difficult to describe, really. Cool like the ocean, fresh and new like mountain air, yet with a sharper metallic tint. "Fair enough. What is your question for me?"

Enaid smiles parting violet lips in the act..one question springing easily upon them " What brings you to my side almost as instantly as I myself appear...when I breath I seem almost at the first breathe to smell and sense you are but close by?" her head moving slightly as her nose picks up the metalic tint....something about it familair yet far out of reach...like a memory waiting to be rediscovered...." Did my answer answer your question"

Alucinor chuckles humbly at her question and nods in understanding to her confusion. "Yes, you did answer my question. Thank you. And as for yours, I am no human either." He thinks for a time, wondering how best to answer her question ... and the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes there is only one way to explain. He raises his head and proudly states. "I am a genie, Enaid."

Enaid can not help but smile brightly at how proud he sounds in voice...almost seeing him gain feet as if just by speaking the name genie would do such a thing.Her head rubbing hair over his lap at the movement " Ahhh....hence why you felt cramped..do not your kind live in some object" eyes widenning as dawn with feather like wings descends upon her as a memory of fingers rubbing earth away from copper comes to her mind...." The lamp" the words spoken as the flutter of a leaf spinning earthwards

Alucinor watches Enaid come to realization now, lips spreading into a happy smile as with so simple an explanation, everything becomes clear. "You're right. On all accounts. The lamp that you found is mine. Since you are its owner, well ... I am naturally drawn to you, wherever you may go." He wobbles back and forth, waving a hand through the air dismissingly. "The intricacies behind the connection really aren't all that important. Suffice to say that I belong to the lamp and, for the moment, the lamp belongs to you." He looks down to her plainly, waiting for this knowledge to pass to her as well.

Enaid voice tinged perhaps with sadness as this fact sinks in " Then it is not I that you wished to be near....but the lamp.." she nods her head a little understanding as she sees the pulls of one to the other....the need to be close to home " Are there more questions you wished to be answered Al....or has your need been satisfied..?" eyes lift upwards to gaze upon his own waiting...perhaps for something.....head turning to the pool at the sudden plop of a surface ripple

Alucinor too is distracted by sudden motion from the pool, and gladly so. His bond to the lamp is not a subject on which he would willingly dwell. Pulling his gaze back to Enaid again, he nods. "Yes. Right. Another question ..." Another moment's thought is given whilst enjoying her company and the tranquility of the meadow. "What exactly do you do with your time?"

Enaid eyes watch him with care she could sense the unease of her assumption the slight tension of his muscles under her own told her as much yet the avoidnace only gave her thought credit.....chuckling at the question he found to loose himself in...." My time....it is but a fleeting space of one step to another time apart from seasons has no meaning for me....I encourage...tender support those that need it and live in the joy of being alive surrounded by treasure "

Alucinor closes his eyes, an expression of supreme joy coming over his face. His hand upon hers seems to become firmer in his grasp. Apparently he is very pleased with her answer.

Enaid fiary light eyes drop to their hands joined together as she feels the sudden firmness of his grip...lifting to look upon his face had her answer given him that much joy....he seemed like a gaint sunflower reaching and touching the sun after a cloudy day...bathed in the warmth after a long time in a dark corner under the sahdow of some structure..." Are you alright?"

Alucinor is broken from his delightful reflection as she speaks. "Hmmm? Oh, yes. Absolutely," he tells her, sounding almost eager about something or another. He gives her a mischievous and playful look. "So does that count as your question?"

Enaid laughs...."Yes....why should it not though you looked like a gaint sunflower turning towards the sun for the first time....." and whilst they two had been talking....sitting...new blades of grass had shot up their light green striking contrast to the dark earthy colour..early blooming snowdrops and crocuses had lifted..poked and buded. a flickering of colour on an artist brush

Alucinor lets out an amused chortle, trying to picture himself as a large flower ... a vision made that much easier by the suddenly flowering garden around the pair, to which he gazes in wild wonder, a hand carefully reaching out to stroke a nearby flower's petals. "The plants must truly love you, for they follow you wherever you go." He admires her handiwork a moment more before a look of caution, bordering on fear, overtakes him. He leans closer to Enaid now, speaking softly and secretive. "The lamp ... is it safe?"

Enaid shifts a little using a thigh to sit up a little more....a tinkling of light bells.. as she watches him carress a flower as gentle as a dove wondering at this male's gentleness of soul head lifting as he comes closer smelling the tinge of fear even while she senses it upon his words...her voice dropping to comfort him as bringing her hand up she pats his hand holding hers...." It is as safe as I can make it Al.....does it worry you being thus away from it.?"

Alucinor is comforted by her words and actions, his tension somewhat relieved. Eyes close, and his large hand cradles itself in her smaller one as he mechanically explains, almost as if reciting a text of ancient lore or centuries old contract. "A genie is born of his lamp, and belongs to it. Whosoever owns a genies lamp also owns the genie, and may command the genie to service in any manner they see fit, so long as the genie commands sufficient power to do so." He slumps, those mysterious eyes of his looking away into the depths of his memory ... and frowning at what he sees.

Enaid rises one delicate brow watching as he recites her senses seeming to be alive to this male as he spurts a long old contract...watching as he slumps back " Would it ease your mind if I was to show whence I have the lamp....?" eyes opening wider...." Command......you..you are a slave to this lamp it is not your home?"

Alucinor shakes his head quickly. "You do not need to show it to me ... so long as you believe it is safe. And, as I believe I mentioned earlier, the intricacies involved between the lamp and I are ... thoroughly complicated." Again the look on his face expresses his desire to avoid the explanation of such complexities. "I am not so much a slave to it as I am to the one who posesses it."

Enaid fairy light dims....as sadness fills her heart....so easy to read is this female when pain brushes it touch across her she can not help but show it....a pearl like droplet glistens barely at the corner of one eye before spilling and gently cascading a watery pathway over cheek and lip...a slight quiver of violet lips as the tear track dampens the crush velvet....." You think.......you think your my slave..." hurt clearly seen in both look and eyes as she turns her head sway from his...crumbling like a crushed flower

Alucinor swiftly takes both of Enaid's hands in his, turning her to face him so she can see the care with which he now speaks. "Earlier, in the gardens, you wanted to be taken away to someplace else. I bent my shape to your will, and was more than happy to fly you away from that place." The look in his eyes is pleasant and resolved. "So long as you hold the lamp, I will be whatever you wish me to be." As he releases one of her hands, a bittersweet look clouds his face for a moment, a bent finger gently brushing along the side of her silken face, following the trace of a tear. Smiling, he whispers with meaning. "I would rather be called friend than slave. Call me as you will, but ... please don't cry."

Enaid feels her face turn to look into his....eyes searching his face as he speaks listening to the words he utters an arm trembling lifts reaches out as a finger light as a butterflies wing traces ...carresses over his own cheek....her words edged with pain...sadness..." I would like you to be whatever you want to be..."

Alucinor 's face trembles at her touch, as well as her words, his deep blue eyes beginning to water and a smile threatening to break forth across that stony mask. At last he cannot take it any more, and simply reaches out to wrap his muscular arms around Enaid and hold her close to his mighty frame, his head resting sideways upon her own, careful in his exuberance not to cause her or the flowers she wears any undue harm. A teardrop or two can be felt upon Enaid's face, accompanied by a deep whisper in a wavering voice. "Thank you."

Enaid watches as the smile of sunshine burst upon him..or at least threatens to....his strong muscled arms surrounding her as she feels herself shifted...pulled head to him in arms strong yet tender..her head resting lightly upon the stronger surface ...a hand light slender laying flat upon his cheek....even as he holds her...a ;light kiss upon his cheek...barely crushed velvet lips touch flesh..yet undenibly it is there...." Do not cry.....you are welcome Al....always" her voice as soft as dove..a winged hope

Enaid watches as the smile of sunshine burst upon him..or at least threatens to....his strong muscled arms surrounding her as she feels herself shifted...pulled head to him in arms strong yet tender..her head resting lightly upon the stronger surface ...a hand light slender laying flat upon his cheek....even as he holds her...a ;light kiss upon his cheek...barely crushed velvet lips touch flesh..yet undenibly it is there...." Do not cry.....you are welcome Al....always" her voice as soft as dove..a winged hope