His Mistress´ Voice

She had been restless for a while, he couldn´t have but noticed when standing guard at the Smugglers´ Gate, he knew the signs and the tempting pull of Her voice. Soon somewhere a sailor, be it a lonely fisherman or a sea captain, would decide to face Her waves, despite his colleagues warnings, ignoring the little voices in his head or simply because he had a family to feed.
He had felt nervous then, close enough to hear Her voice, yet just out of reach.
But how could he ever really be out of reach? Her touch reached everywhere, the springs and rivers, the kitchen sink, his cup of tea...even into his very blood. Faintly, easy to resist, it still was there, like a whispered promise across a room or a whiny nag from next door, however Her mood struck Her.
She hadn´t given up, probably never would, just being there, waiting, biding Her time. But some days Her call would be more insistent and She would reach out to Her children, Her mates. Days like these...

He pressed closely against the Southern City Wall, his fingers curled into a piece of cloth that carried her flowery scent, his anchor into his new being.
Her call had pulled him here, he couldn´t have stayed away; close enough to hear Her voice yet far enough to resist... hopefully.
His eyes watched Her ever restless body to the east, even here, far away from where She took Her tithe, chose Her playthings, companions and loves the signs of her fury were unmistakeable. The storm would rage out there, shredding sails and breaking masts, more to the south, it seemed. A good sign, most likely no-one he knew would find his way to Her this night.

And suddenly, with a satisfied moan carried upon the winds, it was over. His hands clutched the tattered remains of a brightly coloured skirt to his face, filling his head with peace and the strength to move away, away from Her who he once called his love to the one that was his Love now, his anchor, the founding stone of his new self.


*As written by Stewan Seagull about the Sea and T'lara. To be added to The Stories of the "Dark" Woman*