(Fiction) Moonlight Encounter

 

As always, he slept outside the city walls under the stars, lightly concealed by a fallen tree and high grass. He heard the whisper of her passing and, curious, he rose and followed her. Together they made no more noise than the brushing of the wind through the leaves.

She stopped in a circular clearing in a grove of ancient oaks and there she set an athame in the ground. It glowed silver in the light of the full moon. With a rustle, she dropped the robe from her shoulders and became skyclad. Raising her face and hands to the moon, she sang.

He recognized ritual and knew he should not be there, gazing on the silvered outline of her body. Still, he could not help but stay for a moment, to feast his eyes on such beauty revealed in the moon’s pure white light before he silently slipped away and returned to his den of the night.

It was only a short time later that he heard her coming through the grasses. She paused and he knew he had been spied. His eyes were still closed, to not let a gleam of moonlight reflected give away his wakefulness. Suddenly he felt a frission of energy pass over and through him and knew she had taken a moment and spared the energy to bless him in the light of the moon before she turned and went on her way. In his thoughts he gave her thanks – and heard her feet pause for only a second – and then go on.

After all, nature lovers both, they were not so different.

And soon they’ll be off to adventure together? Hmmm..one of those middle of the night – okay, right at bedtime – ideas that insisted I get back up and note it down about a year ago now. Anyone want to know what happened next?

Original work, copyright 2020 Summer Fey Foovay, etc etc etc. All legalize aside, I really am a witch, and karma works.