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Pastimes : May Day, also known as Beltane -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?


To: E who wrote (850)4/30/1999 10:12:00 PM
From: Edwarda  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 2063
 
Oh, damn. She's back. How do I spirit this hunk away?



To: E who wrote (850)4/30/1999 10:25:00 PM
From: The Philosopher  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 2063
 
Message 9256245

[Ah, Lady Edwarda, I see that you appear in need of some nectar of refreshment. Allow me to go and fetch you some while you await my return. I shall hasten back to your side.]

Ah, my dearest E, there you are. The third bush, you say? Come, let us hasten thither. [Thank got the third bush is out of sight of the Beech tree!]

Come, lie down upon the soft moss here -- oh, how enchantingly, like a tiny leaf just drifting down, you slowly melt toward the ground. Here, let me arrange your limbs to be more comfortable. Yes, that is SO fetching. And speaking of fetching, let me leave you a moment to fetch a libation from the communal jug. I shall return to you, my sweet, as quickly as Pan could pipe a ditty of no tone.

[Running to libation area, grabbing a beaker of sweet wine, hastening]

puff, pant

Ah, my sweet Edwarda, you see how quickly I have returned to you. Ah, this wine is sweet, but just as sweet are your lovely lips. What, you think I flatter you too greatly? I protest, I speak nothing but truth, as I spoke nothing but truth when I said I was thine alone. Come, let us put it to a test. A sip of the wine for you, a touch of the lip for me -- ah, you are right, the lips are not as sweet as the wine, they are infinitely sweeter. Another sip for you, a sip for me, a sip for you, Oh, gracious, the beaker is empty! Well, let me hasten to fill it again. One more kiss, ah, SO sweet, and I fly, but I will fly back to you so quickly.

[Running to libation area, hastily filling beaker, hastening]

puff, puff, pant

Ah, my darling E, my one and only, see how I have hastened back to you. Let me pillow your tresses on my arm, yes, just like that. Take a sip of this sweet wine, darling, the night is long and time stretches so entrancingly before us, take another sip--ah, you have spilled a drop on the corner of your enchanting mouth, let me kiss it off, there, like, ah, that is more than the corner of your mouth, my enchanting love. What? Alack, the beaker is empty. Ah, I go to refill it, quickly, quickly. Await me here, I return in a flash.....



To: E who wrote (850)4/30/1999 10:40:00 PM
From: Dayuhan  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 2063
 
Look, Sir Christopher runs back to refill the beaker! I slip out and taste the libation, while he goes for more. He returns, I retire while he serves you. He goes back to fill the beaker, I taste again.

I could get used to this.