Update: This is closed for Zamdrist & geri
Characters/Players
Chastel - Zamdrist
Alethea - geri
Premise: Two young village women meet under the cover of darkness to share one another's love. The two are to be bethrothed and their time together is precious. An unofficial represenative from Lesbos may spirit the girls away by paying a dowry to their mothers.
Orientation: Lesbian
Tone/Flavor: Intense passion, no vulgarities. Soft, tender lovemaking.
Setting: Ancient island of Crete, modest village, thick forest.
An overview map is provided here:
A pale crescent moon provided what little light Chastel needed as she made her way towards her destination. Stars shone above and brightly too. Before long the sea could be heard, it's rolling roar a satisfying sound. Chastel walked carefully along the rocky ground, her way becoming easier as she rounded a grassy hillock. She wore only simple sandals and was glad for the spongy grass. She carried with her a basket, in it a pair of apples and peaches, along with a blanket and half loaf of bread.
She looked back in anticipation, the way she had come. Her dark hair spilled down her back, a ribbon kept it from her face. The ribbon was a gift of an old woman from the village.
"For the fairest lass in the village!" the old woman had said.
She didn't think that of herself certainly. Her skin was paler than others were, having spent much of her youth indoors, spinning wool and weaving baskets of reed. She was taller than most of the girls her age. Her features were fine and delicate. She had heard her mother once say:
"Hera blessed me with a beautiful girl!"
Her brow furrowed a bit, concerned for her friend. She feared she might have been seen slipping out into the evening. It was a breezy night but warm enough for the plain white dress and thin slip she wore.
By this time of the year she should have been promised to some man, maybe a farmer, a fisherman or if she was lucky, a soldier. However the village was nearly empty of men as all able-bodied men were off in some war Chastel knew little and cared little about. The port was empty except for a few, pathetic fishing skiffs, and old men talked of the war on the docks.
This summer had given Chastel and her friend the time together they so much yearned for. She knew her mother would be horrified if she professed out loud her love for her childhood girlfriend and playmate. So they kept their love for one another between themselves and usually met under the cover of darkness to practice that love in their own special way. Chastel knew the notion wasn't unheard of. She had heard stories of peoples on other islands, and even once heard some spinsters tittering over an affair between two war widows.
At last Chastel saw the village lights wink and flicker, a shadow moved up ahead, her friend was making her way up the trail.
Characters/Players
Chastel - Zamdrist
Alethea - geri
Premise: Two young village women meet under the cover of darkness to share one another's love. The two are to be bethrothed and their time together is precious. An unofficial represenative from Lesbos may spirit the girls away by paying a dowry to their mothers.
Orientation: Lesbian
Tone/Flavor: Intense passion, no vulgarities. Soft, tender lovemaking.
Setting: Ancient island of Crete, modest village, thick forest.
An overview map is provided here:
A pale crescent moon provided what little light Chastel needed as she made her way towards her destination. Stars shone above and brightly too. Before long the sea could be heard, it's rolling roar a satisfying sound. Chastel walked carefully along the rocky ground, her way becoming easier as she rounded a grassy hillock. She wore only simple sandals and was glad for the spongy grass. She carried with her a basket, in it a pair of apples and peaches, along with a blanket and half loaf of bread.
She looked back in anticipation, the way she had come. Her dark hair spilled down her back, a ribbon kept it from her face. The ribbon was a gift of an old woman from the village.
"For the fairest lass in the village!" the old woman had said.
She didn't think that of herself certainly. Her skin was paler than others were, having spent much of her youth indoors, spinning wool and weaving baskets of reed. She was taller than most of the girls her age. Her features were fine and delicate. She had heard her mother once say:
"Hera blessed me with a beautiful girl!"
Her brow furrowed a bit, concerned for her friend. She feared she might have been seen slipping out into the evening. It was a breezy night but warm enough for the plain white dress and thin slip she wore.
By this time of the year she should have been promised to some man, maybe a farmer, a fisherman or if she was lucky, a soldier. However the village was nearly empty of men as all able-bodied men were off in some war Chastel knew little and cared little about. The port was empty except for a few, pathetic fishing skiffs, and old men talked of the war on the docks.
This summer had given Chastel and her friend the time together they so much yearned for. She knew her mother would be horrified if she professed out loud her love for her childhood girlfriend and playmate. So they kept their love for one another between themselves and usually met under the cover of darkness to practice that love in their own special way. Chastel knew the notion wasn't unheard of. She had heard stories of peoples on other islands, and even once heard some spinsters tittering over an affair between two war widows.
At last Chastel saw the village lights wink and flicker, a shadow moved up ahead, her friend was making her way up the trail.
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