She was clothed in the colors of dawn, hues of orange,
peach, and pink. She smelled of rose petals and was crowned with a head of
glorious, fiery red hair. Cat-green eyes met the world giving it a wicked,
challenging glare. She turned and looked at the mortal pursuing her. Smiling
beguilingly, she sat down by the pond. The mortal, Daniel, her new victim,
followed like a puppy bewitched by her magical beauty.
“Do you love me, Daniel?” She whispered, her lush lips
close to his ear.
“You know my heart belongs to you.” Daniel gazed into
her emerald eyes. “You must never leave me!”
His hand extended to touch her hair. She slipped just
out of reach.
“Not yet, my love,” she said.
Dayinaira waved her hand, and the young man sat
motionless in front of her. Just one touch and his soul would be hers. The
beauty sighed. Being a Lhiannan Shee was not always so easy. One would think
that the most powerful Enchantress of Fey would have everything she ever
wanted, but they were so wrong.
She sat studying her prey. He was so young, maybe
twenty-four or five in human years and quite handsome with his wavy black hair
and deep blue eyes. It was such an unusual combination for a human. Did she
really want to steal his youth and life away? She wasn’t in need of sustenance
right now and it did seem like such a waste.
She needed to think. Dayinaira wandered into the
beautiful, rich forest. She inhaled the scent of the fresh spring flowers.
Finding a wild rose, she threaded it into her hair. What she wanted was someone
to love her, truly love her, not because of her enchanting charm or beauty but
because of who she was. Picking a daisy, she plucked at the petals.
“How will I know if he loves me, or he loves me not?”
She asked as each petal floated to the ground.
Behind the trees, silently watching, the Glanconer,
Conquestia, listened. His tanned, muscular body blended with the forest. His
ebony eyes intensely studied the beauty before him. This was not the first time
he had found himself staring at her from a distance. What was the matter with
him? He was a Glanconer, a Love Talker. He could woo any women to his bed with
just a few sweet words whispered in her ear. But no, he told himself, even if
he could charm Dayinaira with his silver tongue, which was doubtful because of
her own magical powers, that was not what he wanted. He wanted her to see the
man in him, not the Elvin charmer.
So many times he had watched her walk away from her
prey. The joy of the game had left her as it had him. After thousands of years,
one grew weary of the same old thing. Yes, they both needed mortals every now
and then for sustenance, but the pure pleasure of the taking was gone. The
question was, how could he approach her without her being suspicious of his
intent? Could they perhaps fill the void in each other’s life? He had to know.
To be continued.....
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