Journal No 5

9 December
O Captain, My Captain~

Darling, I had a delightful and most enjoyable week. I hope I can recall most of the events, but my memory is not as sharp as I would like it to be. Perhaps I should begin to take notes, as a sort of preventive for my memory lapses. I came across Miss Amber the other day as I was walking along Main Street. She and I had stopped for a bit of idle chatter before she had to tend to her duties at The Wildman. Finding myself with no pressing matters at hand I decided to stop by for a spell. The Roebuck has a more upscale feel to it, but The Wildman has better entertainment and draws a larger crowd currently. At any rate I found myself enjoying a mug of cider while Miss Amber began to play. She has this knack of sometimes telling a tale while she plays. I was lucky enough that it seemed to be one of those times. I settled in against the bar as she began to draw the bow against the rebec. A soft tune began to slowly fill the space inside the tavern. She began to weave her tale as she played. The notes and her emotions seem to flow along with the mood of the tale. I have done my best to copy down her story of the Fae.
" This was back in the days when Men and the Fae were still friends, and at night, the Fae would come and visit the fires of the camps of men, and men would at times visit the courts of the Elven queen Titania...
See, the light of the full moon is necessary to open the veils between the world of the Fae, and the world of men. In those days, the Fae, being the Elder race, taught men many things, secrets of the stars, and the herbs, and many such useful things.And there was always light in the world, whether it be the sun by day, or the full moon by night...
But then, a terrible thing happened, the Jotun..the giants, who lived in the far north, heard the music and joy of the men and elves. So they came down from their ice-frozen wastes, to see what this was. Now the Jotun are ugly, and the Fae turned their faces from them. This angered the Giants, so they sought to corrupt men...
Now in those days, men were innocent, and they knew not what evil was...they lived in their camps, by their fires, and hunted and gathered. They knew not that the Jotun would deceive them...first the giants taught men how to build cities, and how to cut down the trees...they taught men greed, and how to rape the land, and sow the fields for their own uses, how to make slaves of the animals...
then the Jotun taught men how to make spears, and bows, to make swords, and they taught men how to kill each other. When the Fae realized what the Jotun had done, they sorrowed to see the Younger Race, men, so corrupted. They tried to speak to the Elders of the clans of men, but their envoys were scoffed, humiliated, beaten, and sent back to Titania...
Titania called forth a council of the Sidhe, "How so shall we deal with men? See how they have turned on us!" The Fae wept in sorrow, but also in anger against the Jotun. So first they sent forth their armies against the giants, drove them from the earth, to Jotunhame. But still, they had to deal with the savages man had become. so they held another great council. Many things were said that long night, the night of Yule, so long ago...
Some said to hide the moon by the sun forever, so that it's light could no longer shine in the night, and man be cut off forever from the Fae. But a wise one said, 'No, there are still some good men...if we cut them off, then all good shall die upon the earth, they will kill all the trees, and plants, and animals, and finally they will die...the earth will die, and then we shall die...' all the other Fae saw this to be true...
Finally, Titania arose in all her beauty, glory, and terror, 'This is my decree' she proclaimed, 'from hence forth, the moon shall move faster than the sun, so that only one night a month, may it's full light shine upon the veil, that these men who are wise, kind, and compassionate, shall know how to turn the key, and enter our realms...thus we shall still keep light in the world, and some men may learn to fight the Darkness, and keep the world still in some light.' her decree was obeyed, and to this day, the moon has phases. And thus, the Fae taught some men, such as the gypsies, and we help to shine the light of the Fae upon the world!"
An interesting tale. Miss Amber seems to know quite a few of them. A lovely end to an entertaining evening.
I do thank you for the Alchemical ingredients you brought back from your last trip. It can be more than tricky to get some of the more unusual items especially so far from the larger ports of trade. I have noticed with the Church of Mary Magdalene nearby there is an abundance of grave dirt, and hopefully grave moss. I have not had the chance to poke around without attracting too much attention. I have not figured out what I shall say if caught wandering amongst the graves.
It was really no surprise that we were pulled from away from disusing various components hearing Miss Amber's fiddle drifting up from the tavern. It was nice a nice diversion to stop in and listen to the music, although I am very fond of the cider. It was nice to come across the young Miss Hastings. If I recall correctly she is visiting the village with her Aunt. Charming young woman, if a little nervous. I must have been standing around with my thoughts because when I next looked you had taken your leave.
Gathering my things I slipped out the back door. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the layered shadows after the tavern's brightness. Taking a few careful steps I made my way towards the Velvet Green, stopping near the Maypole with it's ribbons fluttering in the evening breeze. Standing still, I tried to pierce the darkness, knowing you were there just out of sight. My heart was in my throat when you spoke, letting my know you could see me standing in a spot of moonlight. Darting my gaze n the direction of your voice I squinted, picking out your outline from the shadows. I watched as you raised your hand and crooked a finger at me. Tearing my eyes away I looked quickly making sure the Green was empty before making my way towards the shadow of the building with a wry smile. Hearing you speak of how well behaved we were in public I knew something... tawdry was afoot. My eyes must have shown I was up for the game because I suddenly found myself pushed against the stone column. A flash of desire swept over me as I heard you loosen your belt. The flash was nothing compared to the sensation of liquid heat that began to build as my cunt was massaged by head of your cock before plunging deep inside me. It was suddenly one of those terribly wonderful moments where you find yourself wondering if you have enough time to find release before someone rounds the corner. I arched my back against the rough stone, grateful the nap of the velvet provided enough friction to help prevent me from slipping down the post. Propping a boot against your thigh I hiked my skirts up further, exposing an indecent amount of stocking leg a with sly look upon my face. I was glad for the stone support as your hands began to knead along my buttocks, pulling me tight against settling into a rhythmic fuck. I thought my heart would stop when I heard you whisper, the heat of your breath played across my skin. I laced my arms around your neck for balance, rocking my hips against you, rising to meet each thrust. I moaned, not caring if anyone heard I was so lost in the feeling of it all. We panted and bucked against each other with a wild need until we both climaxed with a silent explosion. The intensity of the act seeming to raise primal energy, building magickal power. My skin broke out in goose flesh as the rush of energy rippled through me. I remember shuddering as you helped ease me back to solid ground.
My goodness I have rambled on and on. I had not realized it would be such a long winded entry.
Achingly yours, Angeline~