Hologram Thoughts

The Seelie Court was crowded on this moonlit night.  High clouds had given way to a pearlesque moon with diamond-glitter stars. Fairies of every ilk had come out to witness the signing of the ‘Last and Forever treaty’.  The winged, always the elite, hovered just above the loam and moss in one brightly lit corner of the vale, while the Sídhe milled around, drinking and cavorting with the common fay at every turn.  Yet he was set apart, neither winged, nor monster, he was from an age gone by, among the eldest here.  He was not elegant, not lithe and handsome, he was oaken, made of the earth itself, as if a mountain had breathed and then stood to walk.  In the early ages, when the whole world was magic and mist he was a warrior, protector of the small ones, now he was past the days of swords and blood, he was a poet at heart, he was a writer, a teller of tales. He stood in the shadows now, against the wall, watching with a smile on his face.

He caught a glimpse of her from across the vale, she stood between two more fairies that were from another mound.  He knew at once that she was a treasure unto herself.  Skin the color of alabaster and milk, hair the color of lavender and periwinkles, her eyes shone the glittering gold, emeralds and rubies of the royal treasure.  He knew of her already, betrothed to a Seelie prince, she was the blood with which the treaty would be signed in.  The whole of the court was in line to greet her, to kiss her hand, to feel her magic flow over them.

He slowly neared her in the line, announcement after announcement of Fay royalty as introductions were made, and yet the herald’s eye was cast upon him more than not. Wondering how to announce me, are you young one? He thought to himself with a smile showing in his eyes.

Finally he was before her, her eyes looked up along his body, from his chest to his curly green beard and then to meet his green eyes.

“Lady, may I introduce you to Bergkrieger, Warrior of the Green Night.” the herald said, bowing deeply.

Her voice caught in her throat, her eyes, locked onto his, she could feel his magic rolling like thunder across her hand as he bent low to kiss it.

“I trust you are well, Lady,” and then he moved on.  She watched him for a moment longer as he moved through the crowd, his shoulders and head above most of the fairies in the gathering.  She was more than intrigued; she was beguiled by his smile, by his aura, and by his soft ways.

As he moved into the fray he was thinking only about her beauty, and that she wore a gilded sword strapped across her thin back.  She is a warrior as well as a beauty.  He wanted to know more… but how?

Across the vale an old acquaintance caught Bergkrieger in a small conversation.

“You seem well, old friend,” the small fair haired wisp said.  ”I see a smile upon your countenance for the first time in an age.”

“It seems, fair wisp, that tonight I have seen more than magic, but also substance.”

Two long days and nights passed before he saw her again.  Standing in the middle of her ladies, she spoke in soft tones as they nodded their heads and fretted with lace and lamé, the shadows danced around them as the candle flames flickered in the ever present breeze.  As he entered the cavernous room the shadows eased away from him, like snow sliding off of a glacier.  A luminescent greenish light seemed to flow off of him , as he moved into the center of the hall this light slipped into translucence and was gone.

(I have had this one in my head for months, more later)

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” –Anatole France

Just some random reasons that make me a good friend.

• I know how to treat people.  As long as you are a decent person, hey, me too!
• strong work ethic. no kidding, i will succeed, and i will drag you along for the ride.
• musical tastes that range the spectrum.  Though I worship at the altar of the Almighty Pink Floyd, I love me some Nate Dog and Lady Gaga. (No, I am not gay. That I know of.)
• shaved head. Hey, who doesn’t need more shaved head and goatee wearing friends?
• sweaty palms. Well, only when I am nervous. Crap, I got nervous telling you that, I need a towel. BRB.
• I love technology, quesadillas and lamas.
• barely a drinker, so you always have a DD. I mean, I might partake in a few little vodka drinks with some fruit juice thrown in, and the occasional umbrella, but hey, who doesn’t?
• love to cook!
• love to eat good food.
• can lay in a bed on a rainy afternoon reading all day and only go out to walk the dog… I will even walk your dog. No, that isn’t necessarily a euphemism, but take it as you will.
• sometimes I can be poetic, or so I am told. I am sure it gets old, but I will let thou judgest.
• ability to believe almost any conspiracy theory. Atlantis, why not. Martians living on earth as lizards who rule the countries of the world, sounds plausible. (This makes life way more interesting.)
• animal lover. Not that kind, you are sick. Be ashamed. I mean that animals are little souls and I love them.  Animals like me too. Strays follow me when I go for walks. All the dogs in PetSmart want to hang out with the me. It is both, a blessing and a curse.
• ninja training. I was in the USMC and physically fit, I was a ninja yo! But, sadly, now I have packed on a few pounds, so I am sumo. I can still protect that which needs it.
• seriously, I am a protector.  Evil undead midget clowns better stay the hell away from me. I am afraid of them, and I will hurt them. Not kidding.
• massages – no lie, I am great at giving them.
• multilingual.  I can pick up your language with speed and agility. Everyone has their own language, so I become an expert in [insert your own name here]ese.
• compassion. Yeah, I got that too!
• sometimes I am really funny.  I mean it, I crack myself up all the time. If you don’t think I am funny, you suck.
• outgoing and friendly. I have never met a stranger I don’t welcome as a friend.
• hugger – I hug my guy friends and I think that full frontal hugging between male and female friends is appropriate sometimes. I reserve the right to decide this based upon a few factors which I will not go into here.
• conversational – I can carry on a conversation about religion, philosophy, history, math and the sciences all night. I can talk about technology, Dungeons and Dragons, and even Strawberry Shortcake too. Yeah, I’m deep.
• traveler – I am headed to the Orient soon and I am booking friends who would be good travelers. No whining, adventure seeking, food loving, wine drinking, roughing it in hotels with indoor plumbing friends who want to come-with.

I am pretty sure there is more to be said here, but I don’t want to come off as not being humble.

• add humble to this list.