A new Wizard
saskia399 has been posting me plunnies - some helpful others ebil! and so there's another Dream Wizard preping the stage. Hope you like this one. No darkness this time ;) Next bit is even funny (I hope!) but I've not got time to type it up tonight sorries!
But no more rain dances Saskia - I've posted you some story!!!!
Title : Sepia World
Wordcount : 996
Parts : 1 of 4?
Comment : Kojo & Daniel visiting from Saskia's Original Dream Wizard
It had taken Reeve an embarrassingly long time to identify his dreamer, peering through the lunchtime crowds he thought he could be excused. Wayne was heartbreakingly easy to overlook! Fortunately this wasn’t an assignment he could fail. He’d proudly achieved Dream wizard status a few months previous.
Standing to jump nimbly up on the low fountain wall he’d been sat on, Reeve waved to Wayne. He sighed that it took so long for the boy to lift is head and spot him. Wayne continually walked with his head down and shoulders hunched, oblivious to the world around him. It took coaxing to get a smile or comment.
When Wayne met his eye and offered a shy smile Reeve was jubilant. He didn’t waste time determining if it was by design or accident. Progress. He wanted to let out a loud whoop. To do a victory bop and bouncy dance around or even in the fountain. What he did was leap down and resume his lunch. Reeve fed the Pigeons his crusts and made calm interesting chatter with Wayne who offered hushed punctuation with the occasional word or two more.
It was a shock when Wayne agreed to meeting at his for the following evening. Watch the new Dr Who film, on a large screen in high definition, was a powerful draw. his blink and simple pleasure was caught by a silent watcher. A tall slender man with a calm unlined face. His lips formed a small gentle smile though his eyes were deep with folklore. They shone bright belying the scattering of silver threading through his short dark hair. Distracted Reeve watched the man crumble bread and the rush of cooing birds to feast.
Kort. The Wandering Mage.
Kort lacked the power of the Wizard mentors, yet he commanded respect, carrying himself differently to others. A timeless quality you couldn’t pinpoint. Even Kojo a powerful wizard and popular teacher spoke deferentially to him. Reeve had caught the man’s eye once when they witnessed Kojo greeting his lover Daniel. Large hands cupping the man’s face for a deep tender kiss.
Rumour credited Kort with a lost bonded and Reeve had glimpsed a poignancy that stirred his heart, behind the soft affection. It was the exact same look Kort now levelled towards Reeve and Wayne. Shaking of the weight Reeve reached for Wayne giving his knee a quick companionable squeeze. Loving the pink that flushed his cheeks.
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Reeve examined the dream around him, dissecting and reasoning it as he’d been taught. Dream interpretation was a tricky business, risky and oft filled with potholes. You can stroll a splendid meadow to thrill at a peaceful mind only to trip and flounder in a fiery aching hell. Life is a varied coloured canvas and dreams more vivid abstract things. It was the reason, or so most thought that Dream Wizards were only capable of deep linking to people they knew. The dream an added layer to the person.
General dreaming was still a young enough discipline to be scorned. Once the fallback skill for the less able it had become the training ground to greatness or even a speciality of choice. Reeve enjoyed it. Light tweaking. Blowing the hint of cloud from a clear sky. Adding a foreign flower or gnome to a colourful garden. That little wave to a deep still pond. Soothing minor stressors, adding possibilities. Letting the dreamer awake refreshed to face the light.
A romantic at heart Reeve poured over the stories of soul deep bonds of the heart. He’d yearned to be Called. Following the beaming moon to rare special person, to form a treasured link. Called here to this sweet yet fretting mind Reeve could but hope.
The landscape was sepia toned. No threats but an aged photograph montage to wander through. Huge barren landscapes in which to free his mind. Rounded hills in the distance and a single arty tree, a curvy trunk and flowing blob of leaves. Clarice Cliff without the simple joy. This he’d learnt was a peaceful place.
On other nights crowds bustled. A modern cityscape, sharp edged buildings with little definition. Shadows that rushed past like swollen rivers. Spots of colour sudden and bright to jar the eye. Familiar. Uncomfortable normality.
Tonight all was calm. Reeve focused on a patch ahead and had flowers grow. A beginners exercise but a pleasing one. He felt a brief approving warmth, an unseen hand caressing then a Butterfly popped into being. Beautiful and lonely it flittered through the blooms. Impressed by the detail of the fragile creature Reeve crouched down and offered his fingers as a perch. Felt the softest tickle of from the busy wings. A Butterflies sweet kiss.
Instinct told him another should not be added lightly.
A change to the feel alerted him and standing Reeve caught sight of his hosting dreamer. His arms ached to cradle the form. Male and average build, dressed in average clothes, the colours blurred. His face though. His face was blank, an empty canvas. Large black eyes studied him from the misty visage, a cold slender hand slipped trustingly into his. Squeezing lightly not to scare his friend Reeve smiled.
Wayne. Shy overlooked Wayne from work.
Lost among the crowds, yet with so much to offer. Reeve tried to show him this. They strolled together, sat and relaxed in the meadow. It was companionable and felt safe, nothing like the horrors of which he’d been told of. Kojo as a bonded mate refused to reveal details of his own love but the dreamscapes he painted made you wonder. Reeve often felt a dull pang in this dimmed world but didn’t wish for anguish..
Wayne pictured himself as faceless amongst bustling life and Reeve was determined to pull him into the picture. Modernise the sepia tones to inject brightness into the live of his friend. Such a strong Calling spoke of bonding and Reeve had no intention of failing his one true mate.
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But no more rain dances Saskia - I've posted you some story!!!!
Title : Sepia World
Wordcount : 996
Parts : 1 of 4?
Comment : Kojo & Daniel visiting from Saskia's Original Dream Wizard
It had taken Reeve an embarrassingly long time to identify his dreamer, peering through the lunchtime crowds he thought he could be excused. Wayne was heartbreakingly easy to overlook! Fortunately this wasn’t an assignment he could fail. He’d proudly achieved Dream wizard status a few months previous.
Standing to jump nimbly up on the low fountain wall he’d been sat on, Reeve waved to Wayne. He sighed that it took so long for the boy to lift is head and spot him. Wayne continually walked with his head down and shoulders hunched, oblivious to the world around him. It took coaxing to get a smile or comment.
When Wayne met his eye and offered a shy smile Reeve was jubilant. He didn’t waste time determining if it was by design or accident. Progress. He wanted to let out a loud whoop. To do a victory bop and bouncy dance around or even in the fountain. What he did was leap down and resume his lunch. Reeve fed the Pigeons his crusts and made calm interesting chatter with Wayne who offered hushed punctuation with the occasional word or two more.
It was a shock when Wayne agreed to meeting at his for the following evening. Watch the new Dr Who film, on a large screen in high definition, was a powerful draw. his blink and simple pleasure was caught by a silent watcher. A tall slender man with a calm unlined face. His lips formed a small gentle smile though his eyes were deep with folklore. They shone bright belying the scattering of silver threading through his short dark hair. Distracted Reeve watched the man crumble bread and the rush of cooing birds to feast.
Kort. The Wandering Mage.
Kort lacked the power of the Wizard mentors, yet he commanded respect, carrying himself differently to others. A timeless quality you couldn’t pinpoint. Even Kojo a powerful wizard and popular teacher spoke deferentially to him. Reeve had caught the man’s eye once when they witnessed Kojo greeting his lover Daniel. Large hands cupping the man’s face for a deep tender kiss.
Rumour credited Kort with a lost bonded and Reeve had glimpsed a poignancy that stirred his heart, behind the soft affection. It was the exact same look Kort now levelled towards Reeve and Wayne. Shaking of the weight Reeve reached for Wayne giving his knee a quick companionable squeeze. Loving the pink that flushed his cheeks.
****
Reeve examined the dream around him, dissecting and reasoning it as he’d been taught. Dream interpretation was a tricky business, risky and oft filled with potholes. You can stroll a splendid meadow to thrill at a peaceful mind only to trip and flounder in a fiery aching hell. Life is a varied coloured canvas and dreams more vivid abstract things. It was the reason, or so most thought that Dream Wizards were only capable of deep linking to people they knew. The dream an added layer to the person.
General dreaming was still a young enough discipline to be scorned. Once the fallback skill for the less able it had become the training ground to greatness or even a speciality of choice. Reeve enjoyed it. Light tweaking. Blowing the hint of cloud from a clear sky. Adding a foreign flower or gnome to a colourful garden. That little wave to a deep still pond. Soothing minor stressors, adding possibilities. Letting the dreamer awake refreshed to face the light.
A romantic at heart Reeve poured over the stories of soul deep bonds of the heart. He’d yearned to be Called. Following the beaming moon to rare special person, to form a treasured link. Called here to this sweet yet fretting mind Reeve could but hope.
The landscape was sepia toned. No threats but an aged photograph montage to wander through. Huge barren landscapes in which to free his mind. Rounded hills in the distance and a single arty tree, a curvy trunk and flowing blob of leaves. Clarice Cliff without the simple joy. This he’d learnt was a peaceful place.
On other nights crowds bustled. A modern cityscape, sharp edged buildings with little definition. Shadows that rushed past like swollen rivers. Spots of colour sudden and bright to jar the eye. Familiar. Uncomfortable normality.
Tonight all was calm. Reeve focused on a patch ahead and had flowers grow. A beginners exercise but a pleasing one. He felt a brief approving warmth, an unseen hand caressing then a Butterfly popped into being. Beautiful and lonely it flittered through the blooms. Impressed by the detail of the fragile creature Reeve crouched down and offered his fingers as a perch. Felt the softest tickle of from the busy wings. A Butterflies sweet kiss.
Instinct told him another should not be added lightly.
A change to the feel alerted him and standing Reeve caught sight of his hosting dreamer. His arms ached to cradle the form. Male and average build, dressed in average clothes, the colours blurred. His face though. His face was blank, an empty canvas. Large black eyes studied him from the misty visage, a cold slender hand slipped trustingly into his. Squeezing lightly not to scare his friend Reeve smiled.
Wayne. Shy overlooked Wayne from work.
Lost among the crowds, yet with so much to offer. Reeve tried to show him this. They strolled together, sat and relaxed in the meadow. It was companionable and felt safe, nothing like the horrors of which he’d been told of. Kojo as a bonded mate refused to reveal details of his own love but the dreamscapes he painted made you wonder. Reeve often felt a dull pang in this dimmed world but didn’t wish for anguish..
Wayne pictured himself as faceless amongst bustling life and Reeve was determined to pull him into the picture. Modernise the sepia tones to inject brightness into the live of his friend. Such a strong Calling spoke of bonding and Reeve had no intention of failing his one true mate.
x