We continue our pursuits, for the good of our people and for the sake of knowledge itself.
In quietude, in solitude.
The world is busy, full of tangled pasts and possible futures colliding.
Full of dark forces seeking domination and control.
The people are busy, fighting and striving as always, with more and more vistas to chase.
Few think to visit us now, and we have grown to prefer it.
Through meditative discipline and faith, I keep the deep sadness, constantly tugging, from swallowing me whole.
He uses the abrasiveness of his intellect to do the same. Like salt in a wound.
Sometimes we may seem separated by the gulf of our methods, and the weight on our shoulders, and thus almost tepid in our affections.
But no. That would be wrong. For, I can say this.
As we have weathered, so we have changed, and so we have grown,
Sometimes apart, but always back together. Like the vines of the great roses in the high garden, made all the more beautiful by the complex, organic pattern.
For faith and intellect are necessary for one another. Dancing, balancing partners. And so are we.
The awe of mutual fascination and respect bind us, always.
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People often wonder if the Magister and I are intimate.
Yes, I have heard the rumors...
They whisper my womanly parts are ‘dusty’ and the Magister has ‘cerulean testicles’.
It’s quite interesting what people think and say, when they assume and do not understand!
I assure you, this is not the case.
This surprises you? I’m sure it does. It still surprises me!
Allow me to try to explain.
My purity is my strength and my joy. I must remain pure of body and spirit to be of the best service to the Holy Light, to remain Chosen of A’dal.
This I’ve come to understand is my private pact, begun when the Naaru appeared to me and lead me away from the Scourge invasion.
But that is a story for another time…
I’ll admit, this necessity for chastity creates a bit of a quandary when one has a love so strong as that of mine and Ranidaris’.
The yearning for connection; the carnal appetite, yes, even for me, grows nearly overwhelming.
Many times we reached the precipice of giving away my maidenhead. Many times I offered it up to him, sweetly and without guilt. And each and every time he insisted I keep my trust in him and turned it down, understanding that the world needs it more than we do.
However...there is more than one way to peel a Tel’Abim banana.
With my ability to tap into the Light, and his mastery of the Arcane, we have found a way to fuse our essences and quell the pangs of joining.
It takes a great deal of focus and energy, and thus we do not dabble often or idly...but it’s possible, and we avail ourselves of this one temptation now and again.
I taught him my ways of the Loom; that of astral travel, which he with his intellect picked up quickly, cleanly, and safely.
Given his level of experience with manipulating energy and my ability to shield and protect, our astral bodies are free to roam.
Lucky for us, they are also exquisitely sensitive. In this way, we are able to merge and explore one another in ways so deep, it would be difficult to fathom if you’ve never experienced it.
You wish to know more?
Alright. I will indulge you. Just a bit.
One of my favorite moments was probably the Titan’s bathtub. Surrounded by vines and flowers, with a crackling fire in the background.
The Magister was not just in the bath with me; he became the water.
It moved around me....
He moved around me. And inside of me.
Surrounding me, spreading me open, spilling over the brim.
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When it was done, we opened our eyes in the study, fully clothed, and merely smiled.
Angel of innocence, spirit of grace; she’s curled up on my bed under a cascade of moonlight, cast in a cocoon of intangible white silk. Untouched – by me, by the world, she bears no shame, for she has nothing to be ashamed of. Her true colors are painted upon her face: respect, tenacity, compassion. Those rose petal lips of hers utter only words wet with relief for the thirsty soul. The shadows of the underworld chain me to a stone of bitterness and cynical passion, far away from her light. Yet, for reasons unknown to even me, she’s fast asleep in my embrace, aware of the darkness plaguing my heart. She sees no reason for alarm. Â
Oh, darling Phadrene.
4th anniversary of my favorite post on RP Haven ever. (Author: ranidaris.)
These past few years with you have been even more glorious than I could have ever imagined. Your fathomless intellect tempered by old-soul wisdom, your gentle stoicism, your compelling protectiveness, the air of secrecy born of tempered pride, and endless devotion are not lost upon me. I give thanks for you every day. Facing the trials, tribulations, joys and mysteries of the Ages seems so much less daunting with you by my side. Oh, darling Ranidaris. How I love you so.
