She was beauty, sex, life. She was everything.
Elora fell to her knees.
“Care to share your thoughts?” asked Lyndiria, the great Seelie Queen. Her brown skin crinkled at the corners of her mouth. Pixies sat atop her shoulders, braiding her hair into the moss on the tree, and brownies poked their heads beneath the hem of her green-leaf gown.
Elora shook her head feebly.
Lyndiria laughed, the sound tumbling from her lips like water. Elora had heard stories of this sensual earth Queen, mother and lover to the children of the Bright Court, but these stories had not prepared her for what she was feeling now. She wanted to brush Lyndiria’s hand with soft lips, to crawl into her lap and sleep.
“Welcome Naya Elora, Daughter of the Dark Court. Come and sit a spell.”
Elora opened her wings and floated forward. “Just Elora,” she said, settling into the grass. “Please.”
Lyndiria peered at her as if searching the words for their true meaning. “Elora, then,” she said. The pixies had finished braiding her hair and were building a crown of flowers atop her head. The smallest one let out a squeal, clutching a strand that had broken from the Queen’s head. Shaking the hair from her tiny hand, she patted the spot where it had been.
Transfixed, Elora watched in silence.
Lyndiria reclined on the soft, fresh grass. "Come, Elora. Rest your head upon my bosom, upon the bosom of the Earth. I offer you a place of sleep, of love, of birth. We Seelie are the creators of all these things."
Elora lay forward, and as her head touched the fragrant leaves of the queen's dress, she felt a peace and contentment she had not known since she was an infant in her mother's arms.
"Sleep now," Lyndiria said. "When you wake, your mind will be clear, your heart will be light, your limbs will be lithe and strong. It will be a bright, golden morning. A Seelie Posturepedic Morning."
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