A tree like any other

[Teacup]

Teacup’s thoughts weren’t really on the hollow he was staring into, they were of the goddess that he knew was rummaging through the bushes behind him. It had only been thirty minutes ago that they celebrated their new beginning up in the canopy of what now was to be their new home, but yet again Teacup’s thoughts were on Petula. Teacup was serenely floating there naked, he did not mind nudity, when only the tree’s surrounded you clothes seemed as pointless as most humans. His faint green wings with their minute blue veins moving back and forwards so slowly that it could not be seen whether he was infinitesimally light or weather there were some unforeseen magical flows that were holding him aloft.

As his mind’s hands slowly caressed down Petula’s body Teacup’s thought placed a hard left turn into turn into the present, he realized he was still staring into the deep hollow he had just found. His nimble body shot forward with no more warning than his own will, disappearing into the apparent void. As he shot through the near circular hole eight inches in height his eyes quickly adjusted. He was floating in the centre of a near semi-sphere.

Teacup’s nose wrinkled nearly instantly, something had lived here before, the smell was almost as bad as that which came from the back of the butchery in Zinn’Sunn. When he looked around the walls, slowly raising into the roof, were filled with scratch marks, nothing deep but evidence that once upon a time some creature had nestle here for the winter. They would need to get rid of the smell if this place was to be tolerable. Teacup, suddenly aware of how his face must look, straightened out his crinkled expression, a process which took considerable effort. Apart from the smell the place was quite a good start half a meter in diameter and a good height. As he looked down he saw the floor; somewhat rugged and sloping down towards the center. He could see the rings, despite his good eyesight it was still a hard task to count them in the dark, the tree appeared to be almost two hundred and fifty years old. Teacup looked around in admiration, an ancient life to provide his new beginning, sometimes there was a beautiful poetry in life. Teacup grinned the shimmer of green took him back into the sunlight.

Looking around everything suddenly seemed to be right. They had chosen a place in the limited woods to the South West of Zinn’Sunn, a little bit further South West was the Great Centripax Basin. Teacup knew he was not a water dwelling individual but still greatly anticipated travling there, it would be the furthest from Zinn’Sunn he had ever been.

Thoughts back to the present, positioning him self just beside the open crevice in the tree, he called out to Petula.

[petula]

Petula took a few moments to herself in some near by bushes as Teacup continued to search for their new home. She trailed her hands along the multitude of leaves surrounding her and breathed in the nature around her thinking about the Faerie who waited for her just out of sight.

She perched on a conveniently placed branch and, feeling a nice breeze flow over her naked body closed her eyes and listen to the world around her. She heard the call of birds high above the sky, the soft sound of water lapping in the distance, the slight rustle of the world around her as it danced with the wind and the almost indiscernible sound of Teacup’s wings. The last sound filled Petula with a warmth made of love, happiness and comfort.

They had spent most of the morning looking for a place they could call their own, with no luck so far. But Petula knew it was only a matter of time, she had no plans to leave Zinn’Sunn.

She opened her eyes to the sound of Teacup calling her name and immediately flew in the direction his voice had come from. She peaked out at him from the bushes and saw him, with a beaming expression on his face next to an opening in the closest tree. A smile broke out on her face as she flew towards him and what seemed would be there home. She reached out to him and they held hands as Petula entered the hollow for the first time, resisting the urge to wrinkle her nose at the smell and instead looked at the potential of the space she saw around her. The thought returned the excited smile to her lips and she turned to embrace Teacup. Their lips found each other in a passionate kiss and Petula enjoyed knowing that she was home for the first time four years.

[Teacup]

After what seemed like an eternity, that was still all too short, Teacup slowly withdrew from Petula’s soft delicate lips. With his arms still wrapped around her Teacup’s enthusiast words betrayed the elegance of the previous moment; “Isn’t it perfect! I count it to be nearly two hundred and fifty cycles although one could never be sure in this light, we would need to let introduce some light… that and polish away the scratch marks… we could use some rough flat stones from the lakeside. I have always wanted to live out here, where our race properly belongs, my parents moved back to their birthplace and so why should we not move out into the forest as well! It is perfect…. don’t you think?” Teacup looked straight into Petula’s beautiful grey eyes with eagerness so raw and strong is could almost be touched.

“We are going to start something amazing here Petula, I just know it”

As soon as the sentence had left his lips Teacup’s mind had already begun to travel; it traveled in a flash through all the possibilities that awaited them, all the jobs to be done, his old home in Zinn’Sunn, his ambition of Mysticism, his new love and how lucky he was; and then when it was done it traveled again. If death himself had turned up at this moment the shear force of Teacup’s aspirations would have persuaded him to take his ticket and wait in line.