Fortunata's Fate (closed for Dracona and Fire Storm)

[Dracona]

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The carnival is in town! Not some big, commercial type carnival. No, this is an old fashioned carnival. There are animal acts and acrobats, games of chance and carnival food that tastes like a tiny bit of heaven. There's also the side show and the fortune teller’s tent. All of the members have been born and raised in the carnival going back several generations. For most it is the only way of life they know, or want. They avoid large cities, traveling in their motorhomes and trailers along back roads to small towns that never see any excitement. It's a good life, a simple life…but still there is something odd about it all.

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Fortunata stretched as she woke, a new day, a new town. She always felt a thrill when they had set up in a new place. What kinds of people would she meet here, what would they find?

Rolling out of her bed she padded barefoot down the narrow hall of her little Airstream trailer to turn on her coffee maker. Like most of the family she ate her meals in the common tent, but she needed her morning coffee before she could face other people. She liked having her own trailer. It was older, having been passed to her from her mother’s mother, but it was sound and it was private. She had been approached by a few male members of the carnival troop with offers of ‘combining households’ for a time, but she wasn’t interested. She refused to settle for less than her fated mate, and so she waited. Her grandmother had been the fortune teller for the carnival until her passing and she had taught Nata all that she knew. Gran had told her that someday fate would show her the face of her mate and that one would come for her. So far the only thing Nata had seen in the water of her scrying bowl was foggy bits of other people’s fortunes and her own reflection. At 35 it seemed that she was fated to be alone.

A firm knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts and she sighed. Maybe fate needed a helping hand.

One of the older carnies stood smiling up at her when she opened the door. He had been a close friend of her grandmother…well, perhaps more than a friend at times despite the difference in their ages. He was the closest thing she had ever known to a father, her own being a town boy her mother had taken up with and left behind when the carnival moved on. Much like she had left Nata behind not long after her birth. She had decided there was more to life than being a carnie and had rode off on the back of a large black motorcycle with a man in leather.

“Your tent is all set up, Nata” Jaren said in his rough voice. “I had the boys take everything inside. It's all ready for you to put it in order.”

“Thank you, Jaren…coffee?”

“No, luv. I’ve got more setting up to oversee if we are going to be ready for opening tonight.” The old man backed away with a wave. “You need to go eat though, you’ll waste away to nothing.”

Nata laughed and closed her door. Waste away to nothing, sure. Nata’s body had settled itself in her late teens and had refused to change no matter what she tried. It was all lush curves and soft valleys. She would never be the stick insect cover model type, but she liked the way she looked. And from the reactions of many a customer she wasn’t the only one.

Taking a freshly brewed cup of coffee she went to her bedroom at the back of the trailer and began getting ready for a long day of hard work.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

6am and the paper boy rode silently passed and flung the local rag towards the front door. It landed with a heavy ‘thunk’ on the step, after hitting the door like a house brick. Who needs an alarm clock with Martin doing his fly past every morning? It was a nice reminder that life could be normal sometimes, at least. ‘What would today bring?’ Green wondered, as she opened her eyes and yawned in the morning air. Green was her nickname but she preferred it to any given name she has been born with, so it stuck. She slowly rose and put her feet to the ground and lifted the rest of her 5 feet 11 inch frame from the bed…….


Green paid a visit to the little room and then strolled into the kitchen for her wake up juice: Tea with two sugars and milk. She flicked the kettle on and went to the front door to collect the offending projectile which had hit a few minutes earlier. The paper was rolled up and stuffed into an elastic band, which she slipped off and hung on the pin near the kitchen cupboard. After making her tea she sat down at the table and opened the paper to read. The front page was the usual headlines so she flicked back to the sports page to see how her team did last night and read the results, smiling. “Ooh 4-nil…..nice score”.

The sun shone brightly through the windows and the house was coming to life. Glancing through the paper she spotted a centrefold advert. CARNIVAL IN TOWN………Opening Today. She read the rest of the colourful advert, with pictures of the rides, all lit up and sparkling, darting her eyes over every inch of the picture, looking for.......

Green was always going to the fairgrounds but had never found an Old Fashioned style carnival before. Maybe she would go…….

She found herself dreaming about walking to an old style carnival with tents and Gypsy wagons and toffee apples…….red and white striped……….*RING* Then the phone dragged her back into the ‘real world’ and she grabbed for it.

“Hello” she said, still sleepy.
“Carnival!!” shouted Stef “Are we going??”
“Oh goddd…..you called me at 6 in the morning just to shout that??!”
“Hey, it’s 6.45 and yes I did! Well? Are we going? You never know, she might….well, you know…”
“Stef, get real, sweetie, this is not BIG and I am not Tom Hanks! It’s just not possible and we cannot go to every darn carnival just in case!”
“Awwww, come on Green….this could be the one.”
“You say that every time and I build up my hopes and they get thrown right back in my face. No. If I am destined to find her I will and if not, well, that’s that.”
“Well, ok then. I will be there at 6 tonight and we can go”
“Fuck off”
Stef chuckled and hung up before Green could argue again. ‘Damn, she is like a child sometimes.’ Green laughed to herself. It did sort of remind her of that movie. Every time a carnival came to town or near town or 50 miles from town or even further, Stef would call and tell her. Green started to wish she had never mentioned the Tarot card to her. It was nothing. So what, a Lovers card. Big Deal. The fact that Stef had known Green all her life and knew every sordid detail of her existence meant that she also knew that she had to find the ‘one’ before she turned 40 or she would never find her. ‘Damn…that sounds like another movie…..’Green watched too many movies. Her whole life was a damn cliché of movies.

She slid from the chair gracefully and pattered toward the bathroom, slipping her bath robe onto the door hook as she went. The hot water sprayed her body and she turned around making sure it covered her entire frame. She was tanned and lean and fit her tall frame very well. Her hair was kept short and spiky with highlights at the tips, which she liked and she wore one earring in her left ear.

As the water battered her body her mind trailed off again to that day, many moons ago deep in that forest, when she had stood outside the red and white striped tent and walked away……….

 

[Dracona]

The tent was a jumble when Nata walked in. Boxes of this and that set here and there waiting for her to unpack them and put them on display. Near the back of the tent Nata set up her chair and table, this was where she met with customers who wanted to know what the future held for them. The rest of the tent was lined with longer tables and standing racks on which she displayed all sorts of intriguing items for sale. Crystals and stones, herbs and incense, charms and ‘spells’ already mixed and ready to use. Some people just ate this stuff up. Most of what she sold were simply harmless items found in nature, they had no real power because the people buying them didn’t really believe they would. Occasionally she had run across someone who knew what they were looking at and how to use it. Nata liked these people, usually, it gave her a chance to speak with someone else who understood. Then there were the ones who were so filled with dark energy that Nata could barely breathe the same air as them. These were rare, thankfully.

“Can I help, Nata?”

The high sweet sound of a child’s voice instantly brought a smile to Nata’s lips. She turned to a little girl standing in the opening of the tent and waved her in. The child reminded Nata of herself when she was that age, nearly eight. They shared the same thick dark hair, the same crystal blue eyes. Somewhere they shared a common ancestor, although it was far enough back that it wasn’t readily remembered. Many times Shiana had been mistaken for her daughter.

Nata watched the child begin to lay out the displays on the tables Nata had already set up and thought again that since she had no child of her own she needed to find and train someone to take her place eventually. Shiana already knew many things that she had simply picked up from spending time around Nata, and there was an aura about her. Perhaps her successor had already found her. Nata would have to speak to the girl’s father and mother.

It took nearly four hours working together to get everything inside the tent set up. There was only one thing left to do.

“Can I fetch the water for you?” Shiana asked hopefully. She asked every time she helped Nata set up and was usually denied. Today however Nata simply nodded. She wanted to see if her feeling about the girl was right. The child squealed with delight and dashed out the back of the tent on her errand.

While she was gone Nata took a small chest made of dark shiny wood and set it in the center of her table. She ran her hands along the lid reverently before she opened it. The chest had been in her family for generations, almost since the very first families formed the carnival. She laid the lid back and touched her fingertips to the contents. Four large crystals, to be set at a point for each direction and a round shallow bowl made from a piece of black obsidian. This was her scrying bowl, as it had been her grandmothers, and her great grandmother’s back beyond the carnival.

She set the crystals on instinct, placing them so that, if they were connected by lines, they would form a pentagram with her chair at the top point and her table and customer’s chair in the center. She whispered the words she had been taught to close the sacred space and protect herself and those who entered it.

She glanced up and saw Shiana standing just inside the tent flap watching her. Here eyes seemed to hold a knowledge she was too young to have earned. But then who was to say that she hadn’t gained it another time and it was just waiting to be accessed. Nata held out her hand for the large jug of water the girl was holding with both hands and she smiled.

“Shall we see if it will be a good day for us?” Nata filled the bowl and then sat in her chair. Shiana stood at her elbow peering intently at the still surface of the water. “What do you see?”

“Just water…the reflection of the tent roof.” The girl sounded disappointed.

“Look again.” Nata passed her right hand over the bowl just above the surface of the water. The water moved as if she had touched it and grew cloudy. She watched Shiana as she leaned closer.

“Oh! I see her!” the child suddenly called out excitedly. “She’s coming!”

Nata sat up straighter eyes locked on Shiana’s face. Her eyes had that same far away look that had always been in her grandmother’s eyes when she was ‘seeing’ the same look she knew her own held at that time. Yes, the child had the gift.

“Who is coming, Shiana?”

“The one you’ve been waiting for. She’s coming for you tonight.”

Nata felt a chill pass along her spine and she leaned over the bowl herself. The surface no longer reflected the tent, or even her own face as she leaned closer. The cloudy water seemed to swirl like mist beneath glass. A face was reflected there, a face Nata had never seen before. It wasn’t completely clear but Nata had the impression of flashing eyes, short spiked hair, and a smile that made her stomach flutter in strange ways. With a quick motion she passed her left hand over the bowl and the vision cleared. The water in the bowl was just that, plain water. Surely not now, not after she was finally resigning herself to being alone. Now fate would show her what she had longed to see for so many years…and a woman at that! No, there had to be some other reason that this woman’s face had come to them. She turned to look at Shiana who was watching her curiously.

“That was very good.” She tousled the girl’s hair and tried to smile. “Would you go and ask your mother if I might have a word with her when she has a moment to spare?”

“Are you alright, Nata?”

“Yes, sweetling, go along now and don’t forget to give your mother my message.”

The front tent flap fell closed after the child and Nata still sat in her chair. She closed her eyes and tried to still the frantic beating of her heart, tried to cool the heat in her veins. Surely not…

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

The shower washed all thoughts and fears from Green’s mind as she soaped herself clean. Her tanned body glistened under the beads of water as she stepped out into the bathroom and reached for a towel. Humming quietly under her breath she dried herself and ran the towel quickly over her hair with a few hard rubs. As she sat down on the toilet lid her mind began wandering back to that red and white striped tent of many moons ago. So many years had passed since that fateful day. The Gypsy had the brightest blue eyes……piercing……..watching Green as she stood there aghast at what she was being told. “This is not about procreation….this is about creation…” she has told Green. “If you do not create in time, you will cease to be.” Cease to be…..cease to exist…..wither….die…..as though she were never here. The towel had stopped moving in her hand and she stared blankly into the past.

“I don’t understand….” Said Green to the Gypsy
“You must create before your 40th year or you will cease to be. On the midnight strike at the time of your 40th year, if you have not found her, you will turn to …….dust”

It made no sense and yet, it made all the sense. All her lives had ended that way. It was something she was used to by now, after all this time and all these existences.

“Why has it never worked before?” Green asked the Gypsy woman.
“You have never created before. You have found the soul mate and somehow you have let them go or missed the opportunity. You cannot let her slip away this time.”

“Well if I do I will just start over like I always do” Said Green, almost resigned.
“Not this time. You have but limited chances and you are running out of options. I shall draw you a card….”
With that, the Gypsy woman shuffled a large pack of Tarot cards as Green looked on. She shuffled quickly, adeptly…….and flipped over a card, turning it to face Green. “See? Always a woman. Never a man. This deck performs to the person it is attuned to and if I had picked the same card, a man would have appeared. Your soul mate is a woman.”

“How do I find her? Where do I start looking??” Green asked, desperately.

The Gypsy woman just smiled and said “Look for the same sign that made you come looking for me….” What sign?? She had just been out walking! Green stared at her and as she stared, her eyes pricked with tears and she blinked them away. When she looked back at the Gypsy woman she had vanished. Not into thin air like a magician….but just vanished. The table was gone, the chairs were gone, the décor was gone and all that remained was the red and white striped tent…….

Green suddenly came out of her nostalgic stare and felt the chill of the remaining droplets of water stinging at her legs. A small droplet landed on her thigh but it was not a drip….it was a single tear. “Oh shit.” She said out loud. Now she knew she had to go that evening, whether she wanted to or not. She had only 60 days until her 40th year turned and then, well she did not dare think of the consequences.

Green threw some jeans on and a sweatshirt and went to her laptop. Today she would work from home and do her writing in the house. She didn’t much feel like working this day, as her mind was definitely elsewhere and found it amazingly hard to stay focused. She found herself staring at the discarded local rag, her eyes wandering over the centrefold picture. What WAS that in the background? All she could see was a tiny light coming from between the darkened trees………

She flicked the kettle on again and started drifting mentally back through each of her lives. In 1128 she had been burned at the stake for heresy after standing trial as a witch. She hadn’t been a witch of course but in those days a woman caught in a compromising situation with another woman was classed as witchcraft. Especially when it had been the other woman’s husband who had found them. Green chuckled out loud. His face had been a picture and of course, his wife, quite embarrassed had turned on Green the moment she realised she was in danger. “She forced herself on me my dear husband, thank God you came in time!” Green had been dragged out of the bed and the husband, the local magistrate……..’of all people I get caught with the local magistrates wife!’ she laughed…….had immediately had her imprisoned until she could be found guilty.

Then, in 1342 – the same year Geoffrey Chaucer was born - Green had been a man. He had grown up and become a carpenter. A Master carpenter actually and he had made furniture for King Edward the Third. At the age of 40 he had not yet found his true other and the morning after his fortieth year he had gone missing. Friends called to his hut and his workshop but all they found was an empty bed covered in dust.

In 1460, during the reign of Richard the third, Green had once again been a man. His carpentry skills had served him well in that life too, where he also became cabinet maker to the Royals. This was the time during the legend of Robin Hood, although Green never actually heard of him during those years. He truly was a mythical creation, but, certainly a lasting one. Again, on his 40th year he had gone to bed still not having met his soul mate and again, his friends called upon him the next day to find his been slept in but merely a layer of dust upon the top and he was never seen again.

Green realised that all her lives had ended in the same way. She had always thought it was just her lot in life. That she was destined to live a solitary existence and keep coming back through the ages to live and learn again. She had never really questioned it before…….not until now. Now, here in the 21st Century she wondered what would happen if she failed again. It’s not as if she could just make up meeting someone. If she did meet someone there was no guarantee it would be her true other so what was she to do??

“This damn ‘Highlander’ existence is a fucking lonely one. She said out loud and then found herself answering “There ya go with ya damn movie clichés again!”

“Oh shut up” she said to herself and chuckled. ‘Besides’ she thought…’it’s not so much Highlander as Orlando’. Orlando had spent her/his existence floating between lives, centuries and sexes to the ultimate point within the 20th century where she…….created. Yes! She had ended up as a woman and had a child! ‘Ugh’, Green said out loud again and then chastised herself inwardly for talking to herself out loud.

Albeit amusing, it was still too accurate for comfort. Orlando had ridden off in a motorbike and sidecar with her daughter at her side but Green knew she was not supposed to procreate. It was not about procreation…it was about creation. What the fuck is she supposed to create?? “Fuck it” she said again, out loud and made some tea.

Some hours later and a quick time check, Green realised that within an hour Stef would be there to meet her to go to the carnival. The day had seemed to fade into nothing. Green had achieved a fat lot of zero and had done no writing at all. Her thoughts had been miles away all day………..miles…..years…..centuries.

 

[Dracona]

They were almost ready to open. Nata walked through the carnival smiling and waving at her large extended family. She had managed to push thoughts of the woman she had seen in the water from her mind as she had pitched in to help meet the opening deadline. She had met with both of Shiana’s parents over a quick lunch and spoken to them about Shiana. Shiana’s family were part of the acrobat troup, but she had never shown interest. She had three brothers and an older sister who were already part of the act so when Nata approached them about training Shiana they had been happy to agree. The girl would still live with her family, but much of her day would be spent assisting Nata and learning what she could teach her. Shiana had been beyond happy when she had been told of her new apprenticeship.

Now, with the hour for the carnival to open close at hand, it was time for Nata to get herself ready. In the bedroom of her trailer she stripped off her grimy jeans and t-shirt and laid out the clothes she would wear tonight. She shook her head as she laid out the flowing multicolored skirt and the white peasant blouse. It was part of the ‘job’ however stereotypical it was. She had to give the customer the fantasy, the illusion they came looking for. It didn’t effect the outcome of her reading, but if she had been in the simple casual wear she preferred it just wouldn’t have gone over as well.

She showered quickly, trying to prevent the hot water from steaming up too much of the trailer. As it was the long mirror on the door was completely covered in mist when she stepped out of the small cubicle. Nata began to dry herself with a thick towel humming softly as she did, not noticing that the glass of the mirror rippled slightly. It was the sound of a soft moan behind her that caused her to turn slowly.

The surface of the mirror had gone clear as plain glass, but the mist now swirled beneath it just like in her scrying bowl. Nata stood holding the towel in nerveless fingers as she watched the vision unfold before her. Two bodies entwined and writhing together, the moans of pleasure growing louder and more urgent as hands caressed and skin slid against skin.

Nata’s towel dropped unnoticed to the floor as her hands began to move over her own body. It was if she couldn’t help herself. She cupped her full breasts feeling the hard nipples press into her palms as she kneaded and molded the soft flesh. She leaned back against the small sink, one hand sliding slowly over her stomach, fingers stretching eagerly downward.

“I’m cumming, Nata!” a voice gasped in her ear. “I’m cumming now!”

In one swift motion Nata stooped to grab her towel from the floor and wiped it across the mirror to clear the vision. Goosebumps stood out all over her body despite the warmth of the small bathroom, and her nipples were still painfully hard. Her body ached for release.

“I get it, alright!” she cried out loud to no one. “I get it! If she is the one then let her show herself. Otherwise leave me alone!”

Nata dressed quickly and went to her tent. Shiana was there waiting beside the front flap. The child looked up at her with too wise eyes and smiled.

“It’s almost time.”

Nata wasn’t sure if she was ready for this.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

In 1620 Green had been a sailor. He wasn’t meant to have been a seafarer and it certainly wasn’t his first choice but a Gypsy woman had told him he was bound for far away places and since the Dutch were sailing from Southampton on the Speedwell he found himself a place on board, where his carpentry skills would be needed. The ship developed a leak though and they had to dock at Dartmouth to fix it. They set off again but as soon as they reached the Atlantic the leak got worse and they had to turn back yet again and ended up in Plymouth. They had to switch ships and ended up on the Mayflower with its 102 crew and passengers. They had finally got to set sail on September 6th of that year – 4 months after the original set off date. Green remembered that journey. It was hell. People were puking and getting scurvy and tuberculosis and of the original 102 there were only something like 53 people left. Green had survived, but only through his genetic make-up. Had he been a mere mortal he was not sure he would have survived 24 hours on that infernal ship. They docked in March 1621 and had he realised at the time that he was making history he would have recorded more of what he saw and experienced, but now, in the light of centuries of experiences and lives it seemed Green could write most of the history books herself.

7th May 1864, Sherman and his 100,000 men advanced towards Johnson's army that was attempting to defend the route to Atlanta, the South's important manufacturing and communications centre. Green had been a soldier at this point and entered the army on the side of the Union and had lost his right arm in battle. Green’s close friend Connor Jeffers had carried him for miles to safety and Green remembered her long lost friend with a smile. They had joked about his arm and Green had said “That’s ok…when I am 40 I will grow a new one” and Connor had thought Green was crazy and it was the whisky talking. Connor carried him to a hospital where a kindly nurse had cauterised and bandaged his wristless arm. He had fallen in love with her for a few months but one day, when his 40th year had arrived, she found an empty bed the next morning and a pile of dust. She never saw him again.

Green’s thoughts were shattered by a loud bang on the front door. “Green??!! You can’t hide, come on it’s time!” It was Stef. Green checked the time….bang on 6pm.

“Okay, okay…I’m coming…hold ya horses…..” Green opened the door and walked back into the house with Stef eagerly in tow.

“Aren’t you ready??”
“Yep”
Stef looked Green up and down. “You’re going like that??!”
Green shrugged, “Stef, this is not a date…we are going to the carnival, although what the fuck for, I have no idea.”

“Green. You have 60 days. I don’t want you to….you know…disappear.”
Green stopped in her tracks and turned sharply on Stef, pulled her close and kissed her passionately on the mouth. Their tongues playing a biting and dancing. Then, just as quickly she pulled away and stef was left gob-smacked. Her jaw still wide open, aghast, she could barely bring herself to utter a word, when Green spoke.........

 

[Dracona]

Opening night was always one of the busiest. People who hadn’t had anything exciting and fun to do for the long winter months welcomed a diversion. Nata sat in her tent with Shiana explaining to her the uses of some of the herbs she had on display for sale. The child had a quick mind and grasped what she was taught right away. It was almost as if she were being reminded of something she already knew, but had forgotten temporarily.

People had wandered in and out of the tent, some buying others merely curious. The first to ask to enter the back of the tent were a pair of older teens. They stood giggling to each other as they decided which would go first. Nata fought not to roll her eyes. This was something she had never experienced as a teen. Growing up in the carnival she hadn’t had the time for giggling and silliness. The tutor who traveled with them had given all the children lessons for part of the day and then there had been work to do. Oh they had all played and had time to be children, but they had never seemed so shallow as so many of the children who came through the carnival seemed to be. She looked at Shiana who was giving the duo a long once over. There was a strange expression on her face, like she was seeing something freakish and new. It dawned on Nata that the children of the carnival looked at the town children the same way that the town children looked at them. As if they were some strange new species.

Finally the young blond who was chewing feverishly on a wad of gum stepped up and took a seat at the table.

“I wanna know if Shawn is going to ask me to the prom…and should I say yes.” Her friend giggled behind her. Nata suppressed a sigh.

“Place your fingers on the rim of the bowl, please.” The girl and her friend giggled more. Nata rubbed her temples lightly, it was a bit early to be getting a headache. The evening had barely begun.

Looking down into the bowl Nata passed her right hand over the surface of the water as she had earlier. The two girls let out a simultaneous ‘oooh’ as the water turned cloudy and began to swirl. Bits and pieces came to Nata, glimpses of the girl in a beautiful dress a young man proudly escorting her, “everyone is looking at me because I have the best dress and the best date” the girl’s thoughts whispered to Nata. They danced and he held her close ‘oh Shawn, this is the best night of my life’ and he kissed her there on the dance floor, ‘this is just the beginning’ and he was leading her to a car in the parking lot.

“You and Shawn will make a very striking couple.” Nata said softly. The girls burst out in a new fit of giggles. The mists swirled again and Nata saw Shawn holding the girl tight in the backseat of the car, the windows were steamed over and they were both breathing harshly, ‘come on Bethany, no one will know. I promise I won’t tell. Don’t you love me?’ Nata glanced up at the girl and back into the water, the girl stood facing Shawn and a group of other boys, she was crying, ‘what do you expect me to do about it?’ Shawn was saying ‘It’s probably not even mine. You deal with it, slut.’

“But think carefully about what will happen after the prom, Bethany. Don’t let him push you into something you’ll regret later.” Nata raised her gaze to the young blond and saw her smile fade. She laid her money on the table and stood taking her friend by the arm.

“Wait, I want mine done!” her friend said. Bethany pulled her out of the tent glancing back at Nata before letting the flap fall. She leaned close and whispered but Nata still heard. “How did she know my name?!”

Nata looked over at Shiana and shrugged. First customer and she’d already goofed. It would be good for business though. The friend would come back, and once the pair started talking to their other friends it would spread and the story would grow larger.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

“Well, it’s not you, babes, so I guess if ‘she’ ain’t there this evening, I am disappearing whether you want me to or not.”

Stef bit her lip and just handed Green her coat. “Well, let’s see if you can try that on someone else who will appreciate it.” She grinned and Green took the coat and smiled warmly back at her.

“Hey?” said Stef.
Green turned, looking her straight in the eyes “huh?”
“You’re a fucking good kisser. If you were a man…” She laughed out loud and Green chuckled and said “Oh, if I were a man I would have a really cool fuck buddy!” They laughed themselves stupid and left the house.

The Carnival was loud. They were still half a mile away and they could hear the music of the merry-go-rounds and the shouting of the Carnies calling people to come to their stalls and buy or play and “Hit a coconut and win a cuddly toy for your lady friend!” They walked toward the noise within the throng of people heading in the same direction.

“God, these people are like wasps to jam” said Green, almost bitterly. “Come and have fun, spend all your hard earned cash on trying to knock a coconut down” – “Oh sure” she added “They don’t tell you they nailed the fucking things to the shies! It’s a fix!!”

“Oh pooper you,” said Stef
“Weeeelllllll….” Said Green

They entered the throng of the Carnival right in the centre near the goldfish stall. “Here, luv!” said some old guy calling to them, “Come an’ av a go…hook the goldfish and you win your very own pet!”

Green smirked sarcastically and shouted “It’s too small…I can eat that in one mouthful” and walked on while Stef gave the man a sympathetic look and headed after Green.

“This is boring. Let’s just go” Said Green, turning around.
“Oh no you don’t.” Stef insisted and dragged her back. Green could not help herself. She clenched Stef’s arm closer to her and laughed as they headed toward the candy floss.

“Want some? It’s terribly bad for you” Said Green
“Bad for me?? Oooh goody! Yes I do!” Stef said, excited, like a child.
Green just shook her head.

They wandered past the coconut shies and past the darts game and past the penny-up-the-wall game and on to the merry-go-round, where they each picked a horse and sat comfortably with their candy floss as the carousel began whirring slowly around. Faster it when and the horses began rising up and down. Green’s rose and Stef’s lowered and then they changed places and Stef made some comment about how sexual it was and Green grinned and winked.

Suddenly Green’s eyes felt a sharp sting and she clutched her face with her free hand and rubbed at them. Her head started throbbing and she felt dizzy. As the carousel came a slower pace, Stef noticed and jumped off her horse and over to Green. Every single of o Green’s lives flashed in front of her eyes…..all her lives, all her deaths, all her loves and always those blue eyes……….“Are you ok?!” she called to her, urgently. The carousel stopped and Green staggered off the horse, held up by Stef’s arm and they went to sit at a nearby bench. “I knew this was a bad idea” she said.

“What’s the matter, Green? What is it?” said Stef, growing more concerned every second.

“No idea. Must be a sugar rush or something. I feel sick.” Green lay back on the bench and closed her eyes as Stef watched helplessly. “Do you want some water or something?”
“No…I will be fine.”
Her tone was a little sharper than she had intended and she spotted quick glance of hurt on Stef’s face, for which she was very sorry. “Thank you. No.” and Stef smiled again.

With that, a woman approached them. She must have been a Carnie because she was dressed….well, like a Carnie. More Gypsy like than fairground. Her hair was long and black and shiny and she wore a flowing coloured skirt which showed off what Green thought would be the most amazing curves and a white blouse. Green sat up to get a better look but her head fizzed again and she lay back down. Green could see the woman’s eyes…a piercing blue with long thick lashes. She covered her eyes once more to stop the searing pain but it did nothing to alleviate it. She began to wonder if it wasn’t happening too early. “Not now” she said out loud, “It’s not 60 days yet.”

Stef watched her friend laying there in pain and just put her hand on Green’s arm.

“Is everything alright?” Spoke the Gypsy woman and Green got the deepest chills running down her spine. That voice… it was crimson, velvet and smooth and deep and sexy and captivating and beautiful.

Stef spoke kindly to the woman and told her thank you and that her friend will be fine in a few moments. The woman stood there for a moment and Green could feel eyes upon her even though she could not see at that moment. She just knew that if she looked up right at that second she would see those piercing blue eyes staring straight into her soul. She dared not open her eyes.

The woman offered help if Stef should need it and said she would be just over there, but Green couldn’t see where she pointed and Stef wasn’t really paying attention.

After a few moments Green felt able to get up again. It seemed her strength had found her once more and she sat upright. “Are you ok now?” Stef asked concernedly.

“Last time I go on one of those after eating sugar” She said, pointing to the offending carousel. Stef laughed but underneath that laugh was a feeling of…..what was it….doom?

“…..Look for the same sign that made you come looking for me….”

Those words suddenly echoed through Green’s head. What was it? What sign? “What fucking sign???!” she shouted and Stef stepped back, tripping on her coat. Green stared at Stef. “Where did she go??”

“Who?!” said stef.
“That……that….woman..”
“What woman?”
There was no way this was a figment of her imagination. “That woman who was just here?!”

“Oh, her….I dunno…she went off”
‘Great help’, Stef, thought, Green

 

[Dracona]

After several more customers Nata felt her stomach protest its emptiness. She went to the front of the tent and set a tripod in front of the entrance with a sign saying she would be back in half an hour. Then she zipped the flap closed and placed a small padlock through the holes in the zip pull and ones in the floor of the tent. If someone really wanted to get in this wouldn’t be a big deterrent, but for a short break it let people know that they couldn’t come in.

“Let’s go find something to eat. I’m starved” She led Shiana out the back of the tent and placed another padlock on that entrance. A tall gangly boy ran up as she was securing the lock and tugged on Shiana’s long hair.

“Mom sent me to see if the brat could come for supper now.” Shiana kicked at his shin but he danced away laughing.

“We were just taking a break.” Nata smiled as she watched the two. There was a bond there beyond the one they all shared as an extended family. She’d never had siblings so it was something she didn’t quite understand. The two ran off together laughing and chasing each other. Nata checked the door on her trailer, which was parked behind the tent, and wandered off following the scent of carnival food.

The thoroughfare was packed with people of all shapes and sizes. It was loud and the energy was high. Nata smiled. She loved this life, she didn’t understand how her mother could have found it lacking and left. It wasn’t even that she had left Nata behind, just that she had left the carnival.

A sharp tingling sensation zipped up Nata’s spine and she froze in her tracks. Her eyes began to scan the crowd searching for the source of this sudden surge of awareness. There…just a few yards away…a woman lay stretched out on a bench, another kneeling beside her solicitously. Nata felt herself drawn to them, her eyes never leaving the form on the bench.

“Is everything alright?” Nata wanted the woman to sit up, to open her eyes. She wanted to see her. A wave of heat passed through her body and she bit down on her lip hard. This wasn’t possible. Her gaze traveled hungrily over the woman’s body and she hopped that she didn’t get caught. “If you need any help, my tent is just over there. I have a trailer behind it if she needs to lie down somewhere more comfortable.”

Suddenly feeling like an idiot Nata walked quickly away. She stopped at the first food stall she came to and barely noticed what she came away with. Her appetite was gone, her appetite for food at least. She sat in a folding chair under the awning in front of her trailer and ate without tasting her food. Her mind was focused on the woman she had seen just moments ago. The hair was the same, the shape of her face, the curve of her arm…it was all so familiar. Not just because she had seen her in the water and mirror earlier. She was familiar to her soul.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

January 25th 1918 and The Ukrainian People's Republic declared independence from Bolshevik Russia. Green was in Spain when the news broke and he had been living with a group of Spanish Gypsies. Gitano’s as they preferred to be called. There was a great community spirit between Gypsy familes and they shared everything. Other Gypsy communities, like the Romany’s would pass through on their travels and all were always welcome. Great evenings spent by the campfire dancing and singing and eating and drinking. The life was simplistic and they fed off the land. His carpentry skills were in great demand whilst he travelled with the Gitano’s and he learned fluent Spanish, which came in handy in the 21st century.

“Which way?” Green asked.
“Sorry…..I was paying more attention to you!”

No matter. She would find her. If she was meant to……. Green questioned it…..was she meant to? Was this a sign?”
“What did you mean just now?” Asked Stef
“When?” replied Green
“Well, you shouted….what fucking sign?”
“Ah….I was remembering what that Gypsy woman said. She said that if I want to find my true other I have to look for the same sign that made me go looking for her, but I don’t understand it. I was walking through the forest and I just spied this tent out of nowhere. I hadn’t BEEN looking for her. I have no idea what that bloody woman meant and it’s driving me nuts.”

“Well don’t worry about it now. Stay here while I go and get us a drink.” Said Stef and she wandered off in the direction of one of the snack vans.

Green couldn’t help herself. She got off the bench and started walking. Not knowing where, but just walking. Suddenly her mind went back to her house, to the table with the open local rag and the centre page……the picture…….the tiny light in the corner, coming from apparently nowhere, between two dark trees.

The crowds parted, the noise faded as Green walked toward the two trees and the tiny light. She knew not what she would find but she had to at least look. On she walked, her feet steady and determined. Her heartbeat calm and steady and controlled…..she walked on. The carnival seemed to disappear, fading into a movie like background, melting, darkening as she continued.

Then…….she saw it….the light….the tiny flickering light, blended into the darkness. It almost hovered as she stared at it. Green walked menacingly toward the light, calm, collected, assured…….reaching the tent she spotted the red and white stripes. Then opening was a slit in the curtains, parted at the top and flared at the bottom to the sides of the tent. It had the tiny red flag at the tip of the roof and the semi-circular trims on the top coming down the sides. It was a typical old fashioned style tent, just like the one the first Gypsy woman had.

 

[Dracona]

Shiana found Nata still sitting in the shadows behind the tent. She called to her several times before Nata finally lifted her head and looked at her.

“Back already?” Nata asked. She shook herself trying to regain some sense of normalcy. “Did you even chew your food before you swallowed?”

“I didn’t want to miss her.” Shiana laughed and took the keys from Nata to open the tent back up.

“Miss who?” Nata asked cautiously, but she had a feeling she knew.

“What?” Shiana asked heading into the tent and turning on the hanging lights that were run from the generator out back. Night had fallen and customers would need to be able to see.

“You said you didn’t want to miss her…miss who?”

Shiana stopped what she was doing and looked perplexed. She turned to look at Nata and shrugged.

“I don’t know, whoever it is that’s coming. She’ll be here soon. Can’t you feel it?”

Nata swallowed convulsively. Is that what this tension was, this overwhelming feeling of urgency and need? She’d never felt this way before. She’d had lovers in her lifetime, but none had ever caused the feelings in her that the mere idea of this woman caused. If she did present herself Nata knew there would be no resisting. Why should she want to resist?

But Nata knew that a part of her would. She resented that fate had taken her free will out of her hands this way. That she wasn’t to be allowed to choose someone on her own, it was already written that she belonged to this one person. To this woman she had seen in the water, the woman on the bench. Nata shook her head firmly. No, she wasn’t going to make it that easy for fate.

No matter how attractive and sexy she thought the woman was.

The front tent flap opened quickly and Nata jumped to her feet as if ready to run. A couple entered the tent, he looking very reluctant. The woman, his wife by the look of it, pulled him by the hand to the back where Nata stood.

“I’m so glad you’re back now.” The woman said. She began to ring her hands together nervously. “We really, really want you to tell our fortune. Don’t we, Burt.”

Burt gave a low grunt and looked away disinterestedly. He obviously couldn’t care less. Nata led them to the table and had the woman sit down. It would be better to have contact with her than with her skeptical husband.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

Green walked to the opening of the tent, almost expecting to see that first Gypsy there. She peeled back the parted tent curtain and walked through. The table….the chair……the décor…..all identical to the first tent she had been in. This was eerie to Green. She glanced about the tent and her eyes fixed on the table. There was a wooden box and some stones placed in a sort of star shape. Book shelves with glass bottles and potions were adorning the edges of the tent, neatly laid out with loving care. Some things were for sale and had price tags on them, written in beautiful handwriting. She spotted the deck of Tarot cards on the table, laid carefully atop a scarlet table cloth. Green was itching to look at that deck… and find that card. What would it show…….

“She’s here!” A faint whisper caught Greens attention…..was it in the tent or in her head? She looked about and saw no one. There was silence…..total silence…..even the Carnival sounds were non-existent. It was like Green was suddenly in a time bubble where only she and the tent existed. “She’s here….” Said the mysterious, almost childlike voice again.

“Hello?” Said Green, out loud, to the voice….or whoever was there. No one replied. No movement, no sounds, no nothing. Green got frustrated and turned toward the tent opening again, getting prepared to walk out. ‘This has to be a stupid mistake. I am leaving’ she thought to herself.

“Please……sit down” said a voice, suddenly.
“You??” It was the Gypsy woman from the many moons ago tent.
“You are looking well for someone of your years” she grinned. Green smiled a soft smile, almost ironic.
“How’s your arm?” asked the Gypsy, to which Green confusedly looked at the indicated arm and said “It’s fine….” And then she realised the woman’s intention and grinned “It grew back…thank you” and they chuckled. Green halted suddenly…..”Hey…how could you know about that? Have you been watching me???”
“You may think of me as a sort of Emmett” said the woman “Seeing that you watch too many movies and your life is a cliché of movie lines…. you will recognise that character……”

“Mov-now wait a minute….” Green protested, “You can read my fucking thoughts too??”

“Language, please….” Said the woman “…and no, I can’t but you did say it out loud.”

Green was even more confused at this point than she had been all along. Who the heck was this Gypsy? “Perhaps you would kindly explain to me who the hell you are? You can hear me talk even when I am alone, you are very knowledgeable about every aspect of my life ....lives and you keep popping up just about everywhere I have a life!”

“I am your guide. I am not supposed to influence you or tell you what to do or where to go but I am supposed to guide you”.

“Well that makes no sense at all!! How are you supposed to guide me if you can’t give me advice! I have 60 damn days to find this true other that you speak of….spoke of……” Green corrected herself, “and I am no closer for having you as an apparent guide.”

The Gypsy looked very offended and glared at Green, who in turn, glared back. Green softened. “Look, I am sorry. I did not mean to offend. You told me that if I do not find this ‘true other’ that I would turn to dust. I have turned to dust more times than I have eaten hot dinners, so, how is this time any different? You told me that I have limited chance and I am running out of options…..so, help??”

The Gypsy woman merely sat down in her chair and shuffled her Tarot cards in the same way. Fast, adept and skilful. “Shall I?” Green knew exactly what the Gypsy meant as her piercing eyes watched Green. Green nodded, resignedly and sat in the opposite chair. The cards were placed on the table cloth and the Gypsy cut them. She turned one card over. Again, it showed the lovers and again it was the exact same picture, although this time, Green noticed a small detail which had not been seen before. She reached for the card and snatched it from the table, observing closely the tiny little red and white striped tent in the background, even with the tiny little light. “This wasn’t here before, was it?”

The Gypsy simply raised an eyebrow and reminded Green that the cards play to whoever is attuned to them. “She’s here…..”

“Right on this very spot you are sitting. In fact, if you want to split hairs, she is sitting right in my chair this very second”

 

[Dracona]

Nata repressed yet another grin. Burt and Marie were more interesting than she had thought they would be. Some of the images she was getting from them were positively scandalous. Marie’s concern had been if they were going to have a long and happy marriage, a common newlywed worry. From what Nata had seen the answer was highly evident. Flashes of them laughing, playing, loving swirled beneath the surface of the water. Only one dark cloud threatened their happiness….’There’s nothing else to try.’ A man in a white lab coat was saying as the couple held each other, tears in their eyes, ‘I can refer you to some reputable adoption agencies.’… later, Burt holding Marie’s hand as they sat watching children play on a playground ‘if the agency turns us down again we’ll just reapply until they give in’… their hair had grayed, their step had slowed and still they held each other like newlyweds as they watched the sun set… ‘no, love, no regrets at all’ Marie whispered in Burt’s ear ‘our life you has been better than I could have dreamed possible’… Nata looked up at the couple, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Burt stood behind Marie with his hands on her shoulders trying to maintain his bored expression. It faltered in the aura of joy shinning from Nata’s face.

“Thank you.” Nata said to them. Marie looked confused.

“For what?”

“For showing me what true love looks like.”

Marie looked up at Burt and covered one of his big hands with her small one. He smiled down at her and Nata saw something so rare and beautiful that the tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks.

“She’s here…” the soft whisper of Shiana’s voice drifted to Nata from near the front of the tent. A chill passed down her spine as her eyes searched for the girl. She was standing with one hand slightly raised, here eyes unfocused as she watched someone or something that wasn’t there move about the tent. Damn. Time for Marie and Burt to leave.

“You will be tested.” Nata said to the couple as she stood and ushered them toward the entrance. “But as long as you hold tight to each other you will overcome anything.”

“Wait! How much do we owe you?” Marie began fumbling with her purse.

“I can’t charge you…not after what I saw in store for you.” Nata smiled softly at them as she let the tent flap swing closed. “Just be good to each other.”

Nata turned back to watch Shiana as she followed whatever entity had entered the tent. She stopped beside the table, staring at the empty customers chair. “She’s here…”

A trembling began in Nata’s legs and she slipped into her own chair staring at the empty one across from her. Something was coming…something that she had no control over.

“Shiana…take the bowl out back and dump the water, please.”

“But…”

“Now, please.” Nata’s voice was firm. She didn’t want Shiana caught in whatever was about to happen.

The girl picked up the bowl and walked carefully out the back of the tent. Nata looked over her shoulder at the swinging flap, it wouldn’t take Shiana long. There was a small sound, almost inaudible and Nata slowly began to turn her head back toward the chair on the other side of the table…..

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

“In YOUR chair? How??!”
“Come now, Green….you know how space and time can twist and change. You, who have lived many lifetimes, seen many things and committed the impossible, should know of all things that what we see is not always real.”

Green could not argue.

“So, when you disappear I will be back in that place and it will be she who is sitting before me……?”

The Gypsy nodded in the affirmative and Green felt that familiar spine chill again, as she filled with anticipation. Green was now wishing she had taken Stef’s advice and changed clothes. She now felt conspicuously untidy. That reminded her, “Stef” she said out loud….”She will be frantic”

The Gypsy woman simply smiled and said “She will find you when she needs to.” ‘Smartass’ thought Green, being careful not to let it come out of her mouth.

The Gypsy woman told Green…. "If you make this work, you will not need me again…..please, keep the card.” Green glanced down at the Tarot card in her hand and considered it for a moment. The faint noise of the carnival was spilling into her consciousness and she became aware of the hustle and bustle going on way off in the distance. She glanced up from the card to say thank you to the Gypsy woman and when she did her eyes befell upon something quite astonishing.

The young woman had stopped in her tracks, seeing Green sitting in front of her. Her face turned a flush red and she brushed her hands up and down her body in obvious embarrassment. Green could not figure out why the….Gypsy….would feel embarrassed. Perhaps, Green surmised, it was because she had been caught unawares. Green stood from the chair.

She couldn’t help herself. She stared unashamedly straight into those piercing blue crystalline eyes. They swirled deep like pools of water and Green just wanted to dive straight into that beautiful soul and devour every inch of her. She had never in her life….her many lives……seen anything so captivating and she was rooted to the spot as the Gypsy began gingerly walking toward her.

“You are here…..” She whispered
“Yes” was all Green could muster; her throat horribly dry all of a sudden. She swallowed hard and waited as the legs with the long flowing coloured skirt glided toward her. Green was sweating. Green didn’t sweat, but here she was, perspiring under the pressure. This was her fate. This was what she had spent more than 20 lifetimes looking for. She still clutched the Tarot card and as the young Gypsy got closer she took it gently from her hand and set it on the table. Green pulled her eyes momentarily away from those pools and glanced at the Tarot card briefly. Her eyes did not want to be away from this vision for too long in case she disappeared too.

The young Gypsy got closer and stood but inches away. There were no words, only silence and staring….deep, intense staring. Then, with a gentle touching of hands against faces, stroking fingers, lips getting closer. It was slow, soft, sweet and romantic. It was ‘soul recognition’. Their lips hovered for a moment at the point where they were almost touching and their eyes intently gazed into each other and then, with defined meaning and passionate abandon their lips touched and locked. Their tongues played, danced and twirled in each other mouths. Their hands grabbed for each other as though they had not seen one another in years. Maybe they hadn’t but Green would definitely have remembered seeing this wonderous creature before!

Their hug was filled with longing and desire. It ran straight through Green like nothing she had ever felt before. It was electric in the raw sense. It ran through Green’s body and she was sure she could feel it running through the Gypsy’s body and back to her own, like a circle. Their kiss lasted for an age and Green felt the full force of her own pent up passion. She wanted this woman now. She wanted to be inside her in every sense of the word. She did not want to wait a single moment. It felt like she was catching up on years of waiting and another moment would make all the difference. Their embrace lingered and they each needed air. They broke their kiss gently, reluctantly and then gazed back into each others eyes.

Green caught a movement in the corner of her eye and suddenly pulled away, seeing the young girl standing there.

 

[Dracona]

The chair wasn’t empty anymore….

Nata leapt to her feet prepared to run, but something stopped her in her place. It was those eyes. It wasn’t the color, a light brown that Nata knew, just knew, would shine golden in the sun. No, it was the expression they held, a sort of stunned joy.

“You are here…”

“Yes…”

Without knowing how she came to be there Nata found herself standing face to face with this woman, this stranger who wasn’t a stranger at all. Those wonderful eyes glanced away and all Nata could think was that she wanted, no…needed, for them to turn back to her. She stepped closer, her hands reaching to stroke lightly over her brow and down her cheek. She was real, warm flesh and racing pulse. They were so close now that each breath they took belonged to each other, and yet it wasn’t close enough. It could never be close enough.

It only took a slight lifting of her chin and their lips met. Power surged through Nata’s body, like a circuit being completed, and her hands fell to strong shoulders pulling the woman closer to her. More, she needed more…to be closer…to be part of her. She pulled at the woman’s shirt aching to feel flesh beneath her hands. Her head grew dizzy and the world around her seemed to fuzz and dim but she didn’t care. All that mattered was this woman’s touch, her kiss, the way she tasted, the way she smelled.

This was what had been missing her entire life. This hunger that was consuming her and the knowledge that this woman alone could sate her craving. Fate be damned, or fate be praised…this was her One, the other half of her soul.

Their lips parted and Nata moaned softly in protest before drawing fresh air into her lungs. Blue eyes locked with brown and Nata moved close again thinking only to kiss her again…and again…and again. But the woman turned her head, pulling back slightly, and Nata followed her gaze.

“Shiana!” Nata gasped, seeing the little girl standing in the flap of the tent, the bowl held in both hands. Nata was suddenly aware of how her hands clung to this woman, desperately not wanting to let her go.

“I told you she was here.” Shiana giggled.

Nata’s gaze flew back to search this woman’s face. She felt the heat of their bodies where they still touched, felt the ache within herself for more. Her hands lifted to her own lips, still swollen from the intensity of their kiss.

“Oh my god…” Without another word Nata turned and fled through the back tent flap toward her trailer leaving the other two staring after her.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

“Oh my god…” cried the young Gypsy woman and pulled herself from Green’s embrace, too suddenly for Green’s liking. Green was agog. Her jaw dropped quickly and she stared after the woman as she disappeared through the back of the tent. Green suddenly felt helpless. Never in her many lives had a woman done what she had done to Green…..that kiss….that embrace…..that electricity…..and now Green stood, shocked from the sudden departure like an appliance suddenly pulled from the outlet. She stared towards the young girl as if to ask “What??”

Her mouth spoke before she had time to think about it “What the hell…..?”

The young girl grinned as though it was something she knew would happen and her eyes, which seemed older than the rest of her, beckoned Green toward the rear of the tent. She spoke softly and assuredly “Well…..go after her. You didn’t come all this way to end it so quickly. It’s the silver trailer out back. She never locks the door….”

Green peeled her rooted feet from the floor and took a ginger pace forward. “Go….” Said the youngster.

Green stepped forward and followed the trail through the back of the tent, looking back at the girl in time to see her put a sign outside the tent and close the curtain.

On she walked until she reached the trailer. It was an old silver bullet caravelle which looked like the 50’s style Diners Green had eaten in. She approached the door with some trepidation and knocked on it. There was no answer.

Green opened the door and glanced inside. No one was visible as she glanced around her. The trailer was immaculate. Straight ahead of her was a oak veneered kitchenette and to the right, a sofa. On the walls were photos and drawings and at the front side was a small door, probably the bathroom. Green glanced toward the back of the trailer and spotted another door. She stepped her other foot quietly inside the trailer door and closed it behind her….locking it for safety.

Her footsteps pattered toward the rear door and she listened hard for a sign…a noise….but all was quiet. Green began to wonder if the Gypsy had actually come into the trailer or maybe ran off into the forest, as she reached the end door. Her hand gently touched the door knob and she twisted it, opening the door and stepping inside. What greeted her eyes was a boudoir of all things spiritual. Candles adorned the dresser and the shelf and all lit up and glowing different colours and hews. Her eyes feasted on the extravagance of this small room with its huge bed and her other senses being bombarded with smells of exotic oils and candle scents. Green spent a few moments taking in the sight and then her eyes began wandering to where a solitary figure stood.

What should she say? She knew that it was not something she had done to make the woman run off. Perhaps it was the emotion of it all. Green had years of life experience behind her, enough to know that people can freak out at the smallest thing and she figured that this…..this beautiful, curvy, goddess was just probably thrown right off her feet by what had just occurred. Green wondered if she should speak, feeling somewhat uncomfortable all of a sudden.

Instead, she entered the room completely and closed the door, standing not too far from the other woman, observing her and checking out that really curvy rear…….

Green approached her cohort and stood but inches from her back. She raised both her hands and pressed them gently onto the woman shoulders, saying nothing. Again, despite the situation, words seemed……..futile. Green's hands pressed against the tops of the woman’s arms and she slowly and gently turned her body to face her. The Gypsy’s body seemed to tense a little under her touch but she did not resist being turned and soon their eyes were locked again. Intense staring, darting, peering into each other souls.

Without further ado Green lunged at those luscious lips again and thrust her mouth upon them…..taking them hard and passionately and the kiss was returned with such force that Green had to control herself. Their tongues lashed at each other and their hands were everywhere. Roaming each others bodies and feeling each others curves. Devouring one another in the most determined way……………

 

[Dracona]

The trailer swayed slightly and Nata knew someone had entered, and she knew who. Coming in here had been a mistake, she’d trapped herself. She didn’t understand why she’d run like that. Maybe it was the intensity, or the suddenness. Maybe it was the taste of magic that filled the air when she was there. God, she didn’t even know the woman’s name and all she had wanted to do was tear at her clothes until it was just the two of them, skin on skin…touching…tasting…

Nata felt the woman’s presence outside the bedroom door and turned her back quickly. There wasn’t going to be any running away now. If they touched she’d be completely lost to these overwhelming feelings that had suddenly filled her.

The door made a barely audible click as it closed and Nata felt the heat radiating from the body standing so close behind her. A low coiling tightness began low in her body and her legs began to tremble. This wasn’t how she had ever envisioned meeting her other half, her soulmate. It was sweet and romantic, becoming friends, learning to know each other. Not this primal, wanton need. Every nerve in her body was screaming at her to turn around and stop torturing herself. She wanted this tall woman with the glowing eyes, more than she’d ever wanted anyone or anything.

Hands on her shoulders…touch me…sliding down her arms…please don’t stop…

Turning seemed to take forever and then…that face…those eyes…Nata flung herself into their depths, surrendered to fate and gave herself over completely.

Full, soft lips parted as they were taken, her tongue darting out to challenge and tempt the woman’s. Passion swept through Nata arching her against the lean body pressed so closely against her own. Her clothing felt suddenly too tight, there was too much separating them. Her hands swept over the tall woman feeling her muscles moving, so tightly wound as she held onto her control.

This would never do. Nata curled her fingers in the material of the woman’s shirt and tugged it hard pulling it free from her jeans. Long delicate fingers slipped beneath the cloth and found what Nata had been craving…skin…soft and smooth and so warm. A sound, half moan and half determined growl, vibrated in Nata’s throat as she layed the palms of both hands against the woman’s stomach and began to slide them upwards pushing the shirt along as they went.

Nata stopped her hands below the woman’s breasts and drew her head back just enough to gaze up into her eyes. Watching for a reaction Nata brushed her thumbs slowly over the soft skin to flick over nipples already tight and hard with desire…

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

Lips ravaged lips and mouths ravaged mouths and hands ripped at clothes, aching to get to what was underneath. The Gypsy had already slid her warm hands into Green’s shirt and lifted it from her jeans and placed her fingers squarely on Green’s hard aching nipples. Green moved her body away from the Gypsy woman, without breaking lip contact, took hold of the front of the woman’s white blouse and ripped the front right down, splitting and tearing the material away from her torso. It revealed a white silk strapless, push-up brazier, which luckily was a front loader and Green parted the hooks with adept ease. The brazier fell away from the Gypsy’s body and Green tentatively touched that warm, soft tanned flesh.

She broke the kiss for a moment, wanting to savour the sight as well as the feel of those big pert breasts. The Gypsy’s heaving bosom rose and fell under her heavy breath and Green’s eyes watched in awe as the tanned glistening skin shimmered in the candle light. She let her hands move slowly closer to those hard nipples and her mouth ached to take them in and such them hard. Green lowered her head toward them and she noticed that the Gypsy, who’s name she still did not know, had increased her breathing and was raising her body to meet Green’s mouth.

She could not wait and she could not choose….there were two luscious, gorgeous nipples, both aching to be sucked and Green hated favouritism! She decided on the left one quickly and her mouth encased it, sucking hard and pinching gently at the other one. The Gypsy sighed deeply and let out a sharp breath as Green’s tongue played with the nipple, licking gently but furiously over the areole. Flicking over it and feeling her warm breath on it as the nipple stiffened even more. Green let out a passionate, almost primal groan, attacking the other nipple with the same adept concern she had shown the first one. Her fingers switched to the wet nipple and twisted it. Green had the sense that this woman liked it rougher. Maybe not too rough on the first go, but certainly meaningful.

Green licked with purpose at the nipples as her hands moved down the Gypsy’s body, slowly and with the deepest intent. She wrapped her arms around the woman’s body and unclipped the skirt, letting it fall to the floor. Green gathered the Gypsy up into her arms with one swoop and laid her on the bed, sliding atop her immediately and with ease. Her fingers roaming over the golden skin, touching, gently, firmly, running up and down the length of her flesh and slipping between her legs and straight out again, almost teasing………Brushing over the underwear covering her heaving mound.

Green longed to be inside her but at the same time, wanting to savour every inch of her. Green’s head bowed to the Gypsy’s lips again, engorging them in her own, their mouths, entwined once more and their flesh against flesh……

 

[Dracona]

She was burning…from the inside out. Spontaneous combustion was about to be proven here and now, Nata thought wildly as her body sank into the softness of her bed. A long, lean body pressed her deeper into the mattress and Nata curled her legs around jean clad limbs. The woman’s strong hands were touching her everywhere at once it seemed, all but the one place that ached for her the most. Nata’s hips lifted as fingers teased over white lace, a most undignified whimper escaping her lips. Soon she was going to be reduced to begging and the woman was still fully dressed!

A situation quickly remedied. Nata bunched the cloth of her shirt in both hands pulling it higher, baring the woman’s back and shoulders. She tore away from their kiss only long enough to pull the woman’s shirt over her head and toss it aside. Skin…her skin was like silk beneath Nata’s hands as they roamed over every inch of her back. She pulled her down firmly until flesh met flesh, lips joining again as if those few seconds apart had been too long. Nata couldn’t conceal the low moan that rose from her as breast met breast, nipples brushing together, growing harder.

A soft roar filled Nata’s mind, like the sound of the sea at a distance. Her tongue darted into the woman’s mouth drawing hers out to play. Nata’s nails scratched lightly up along the smooth back feeling the muscles bunch beneath the skin. Had anyone ever fit her so perfectly or tasted so sweet?

Trailing her fingers back down along the spine Nata bumped against the waist of the woman’s jeans and slid along the thickness of her leather belt. They had to go; they were between Nata and what she wanted. Her fingertips followed the curve around the woman’s waist and she slid her hands between their bodies. Her searching fingers found the buckle of the woman’s belt and worked quickly to get both it and the button and zip of her jeans undone.

Nata sighed as she slid her hands beneath the jeans and back around the curve of the woman’s hips. Her palms moved down over the firm roundness of her ass, fingers curling into the flesh and muscle. She trailed her lips along the woman’s jaw and down the side of her neck, teeth nipping gently at the soft skin just as she pulled her lover firmly against her…hip to hip…grinding ever so slowly against her…

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

Green needed to get out of her jeans fast. The Gypsy had undone them and was grasping at Green’s butt cheeks and it felt sooooo good. She wanted more of this woman and getting totally naked was the only way……

“Wait a second…….” Whispered Green softly and she climbed off the bed. She ripped her jeans open and stepped out of them quickly. Underneath, Green went commando and as she stepped out of them she looked towards the bed and smiled at her new lover.

Her hands reached for the tanned body of the Gypsy and Green ran her fingers oh so gently up her leg, tracing each movement with a light kiss. She got to the end of the bed and started on her feet, kissing each toe……then each foot, kissing every inch of her, licking and tasting her, hearing the soft moans escaping her lovers mouth. Kissing her ankles, her calves, her knees, her thighs and then, when she got to that area she so desperately wanted to have she bypassed it, controlled and deliberate. Her tongue lapped at the woman’s pubic bone and moved up to her belly button and all over her stomach. Soft gentle kisses followed by sensuous nibbles and bites, covering the woman’s flesh. Green moved higher and again back to those hot buxom breasts, kissing each nipple and biting gently, her teeth dragging on them, pulling them out slightly, causing the Gypsy to gasp hard. Somehow, Green knew the Gypsy was in some other plain at that moment, savouring every touch and kiss, just as Green would no doubt do when the tables were reversed. Her kisses moved further up the Gypsy’s body, lashing her tongue along her neckline and tasting this gorgeous creature. Green could feel the Gypsy’s hips bucking gently beneath her and she knew it was almost time to head south.

Green’s hand moved deliberately down the side of the Gypsy’s body, brushing her skin lightly as her kisses still took aim around her neck, up over the nape and down onto the chin, around the other nape and all over wherever she had missed. Her hand now aware of the bucking hips, as she reached the triangle of soft fur beneath the lacy undies. Her fingers roamed the tiny elastic waistband and lifted it, slipping in and underneath them, finally touching on her target.

Green wanted to speak but no words would come, so silence was the best option and Green found her mark. Her hand reached down into those soft warm lips, parting them gently and teasing a finger inside. God, it was wet!!! She’d had no idea how much she was doing to this woman and now her evidence was undeniable. Then, with all her gallant effort, she thrust her finger inside and ohhhh the joy……It was tight and wet and everything Green hoped it would be. She moved her finger deep and the Gypsy called out and grabbed Green’s back, almost tearing at her skin……….

 

[Dracona]

Nata’s hips thrust up hard against the woman’s hand as she slid one long finger deep inside her. She didn’t hear the cries that came from her own lips as pleasure overtook her. All she knew was this was how it was meant to be. The few lovers she had taken when she was younger had all left her feeling as if something were missing. Now she knew what…it was this woman, her touch, her kiss. She could feel the way the woman’s hand slid over her so easily, knew she was slick and so very wet for her from the way she moved inside her…slowly, firmly.

Gripping tight to the woman’s shoulder she slid her other hand up to thread her fingers through her short spiky hair and held her as close as she could. The roaring of the sea was getting louder, coming closer. Nata’s legs parted farther, holding nothing back. She couldn’t have stopped the rocking motion of her hips if she had wanted to, and she certainly didn’t want to. She wanted more! What had this woman done to her??

“Ohh please…” She whispered hotly against the woman’s ear. Her lips captured the lobe and sucked it between her teeth holding it there as she flicked her tongue quickly against it. She didn’t even know what she was asking for. Part of her cried out ‘not yet!’ because how could she bear for this pleasure to end? Yet another part of her cried ‘now, now!’ for surely this was only the beginning.

The hand on the woman’s shoulder slid down, moving between their bodies to cup her petite breast. The nipple burned against Nata’s palm as she pressed and kneaded the soft flesh. Her tongue swirled against the edge of her lover’s earlobe as her fingers sought that hard nipple rolling it gently before giving it a firm pull and letting it pop back into place. She heard the soft catch of breath, not knowing if it was her own or the woman above her. She caught the nipple and tweaked it again, feeling a ripple run through her lover’s body. Her own body arched in response and she bit back yet another moan. God she wanted her, all of her, all at once.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

Green partially removed her finger, sliding it out, to the soft protests of her lover, but heard the sharp pleasing gasp of her when she replaced it quickly with two. Thrusting deeper and harder, she knew her lover was pretty close to cumming but it was not time yet. It needed to take longer. Green had waited many lifetimes for this moment and she did not want to waste it. The Gypsy’s hand reached up and was tugging her hair and felt two fingers tweaking her sensitive nipple and let out a groan of pleasure. So this is what it is supposed to feel like. Green continued thrusting until she felt that the Gypsy was quickening in her breathing and then, quickly suddenly and astoundingly to her lover, she pulled out. The Gypsy gasped in frustration and Green just smiled to herself. She kissed her hard and whispered “Patience, my Gypsy queen……” and then fluttered light kisses over her whole face, cheeks, chin and then down to her neck again, between her buxom heaving chest, taking care of each nipple on the way passed. Her tongue flicked and darted once more over her hot perspiring flesh and she licked and lapped at her stomach, placing gentle fairy kisses over her. Moving lower and lower all the time, down toward the mound of wet triangle.

Green shifted herself to a more convenient position and knelt between the Gypsy’s legs as her mouth made contact with her pubic bone once more, kissing softly at her skin, moving into the furry triangle and down. Green’s fingers slid in between the lips and she parted them and suddenly buried her face square inside. Her tongue buried deep into the wet pussy hole and she licked and thrust her tongue hard, bringing it out every few seconds to lap at the hard red swollen clit of her lover. Flicking wildly at it and teasing it to the sounds of the gasps and sensual groans emanating from the woman. Her moans became louder and more erratic and frantic and Green knew that there was not much time left and decided it was time to let her have her pleasure. She lapped at the clit and as she kissed and sucked at it she took her two fingers closer and thrust them deep inside, moving them rhythmically to the motions of her electric tongue still licking and nipping at that clit. Thrusting hard she timed it to perfection and when she hit the deepest point she felt her Gypsy begin convulsing and bucking so hard Green’s fingers almost came away, but she held them there and with one final deep fuck she heard her cohort scream out.

It was only the noise of the nearby Carnival which drowned out her cries, otherwise there may have been a crowd gathering outside the trailer. She bucked hard and thrashed out and scratched hard at Green’s skin and then she grew calmer. Her breathing still hard and heavy, but her crescendo was reached and Green moved away, splaying kisses all over her shaking frame as she moved her way up to her face again. Green kissed her softly but the Gypsy wanted more and she thrust her tongue down Green’s throat with such a force as to catch Green unawares. The tables were about to turn……..

 

[Dracona]

The one tiny portion of Nata’s mind that still held to sanity couldn’t even recognize the writhing, wanton creature she had become. And then that small part of her was gone with the first touch of the woman’s mouth. Her body felt as if it expanded and then shrank back to one intense pinpoint of extreme pleasure seated squarely beneath this woman’s tongue. Fingers thrust hard and Nata rose to meet each stroke. No coherent thought flitted through her mind there was only this pleasure building, the sound of the sea so loud now that when the wave crested Nata didn’t even hear her own cries.

Dragging air into her lungs Nata felt her body begin to relax a bit, her mind barely aware as she reveled in the wash of sensation through her. She felt the woman move up along her body and gentle lips on her own. Her head shook imperceptibly as her hands rose to cup the woman’s face. She kissed her hard then, pressing the woman’s lips open with her own and sliding her tongue inside. This was far from over.

Nata had caught the woman unprepared and took advantage rolling her quickly over and straddling her thighs. She captured the woman’s hands and pinned them against the bed. She didn’t think she could keep her there, but the surprise on her face was a thrilling thing. Nata’s long dark hair fell around the woman’s face as Nata leaned close enough so that their lips were almost touching. She glanced down between their bodies and watched as she began to move against the woman beneath her. She dragged her nipples over equally hard ones, teasing back and forth.

A soft sound drew her attention upward and brown eyes captured her own. So many things passed between them in that one glance, things that had no need to be spoken. Nata lowered her face and pressed her lips to their mates, softly this time, questioning. Her tongue trailed along the seam seeking entrance and was welcomed inside.

Nata slid one hand along the woman’s arm, down her side to her hip as their kiss continued. Then hooking her fingers slightly she drug her nails back up and over the rib cage to curl around one lovely breast. She looked deep into brown eyes once more and bent her head lower and slowly swirled her tongue around the small hard nipple. She smiled a bit wickedly and let her breath wash out, chill on the wet skin and watched as it hardened even more.

The other nipple called to her and she trailed her tongue across to take it between her lips, suckling gently. Her hand cupped her breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh like a contented cat and her hips shifted slightly as she settled onto the slightly curved mound of the woman beneath her. Soft curls still damp from her own pleasure rubbed against the woman and Nata paused curiously.

Looking up at her, Nata let her hand move downward, her fingers reveling in the feel of her soft skin. A smile spread across Nata’s face as she encountered a thin trail of closely trimmed hair and followed it down to stroke along smoothly shaved lips. She kept her fingers there, stroking lovingly as she bent to reclaim a small hard nipple.

 

[Fire Storm]

Green

Green’s body was numb and electrified in one fell swoop. She lost all perception as those lips encased her tiny nipples, licking hard on them and then….the cold blow of air as the Gypsy breathed outward, causing them to harden to the point of stinging. Green gasped and bucked gently against the Gypsy’s writhing body as it leaned atop her own.

Her hands held fast by the woman’s as she held on to Green’s wrists, above her head. The Gypsy’s long flowing dark hair tickling Green’s face as it swooped with the movement of her head. Green noticed the curious look and realised it was because she had a thin trail of fur running northward but her cunt was bald in all other places. Suddenly she felt the hand scrape gently at the soft flesh of her pussy feeling the bare flesh and tantalising Green, making her have those same feelings that she herself must have caused moments earlier in her new lover. It was Green’s turn now, to lightly buck her hips in eager anticipation. She who now craved to be entered….completed by this vision of beauty. She involuntarily writhed her hips up and down waiting for those hands to have their way……..to bring her to her desired destination. Green needed satisfaction from this Gypsy woman......

 

[Dracona]

The way the woman beneath her moved against her hand caused Nata’s fingers to slip between the lips of her pussy. Hot wetness enveloped her fingers and Nata moaned loudly. She turned her face and laid her cheek on the woman’s chest, her eyes closed as she slid her fingers slowly up and down between her lips pressing just a bit deeper each time.

“God…” Nata whispered against the soft skin of the woman’s breast. “I have to see you.”

Moving carefully Nata sat up, her hands resting on the woman’s knees and sliding slowly up along her inner thighs to gently push her legs apart. She sat back on her heels her knees tucking beneath the woman’s thighs raising them leaving her spread out fully before Nata’s gaze. The woman had left her arms above her head where Nata had laid them and blue eyes traveled over every inch of the long lean form stretched out on the bed. She was breathtaking.

Nata ran her hands up over the woman’s torso, leaning down to place light kisses over her stomach, long hair caressing her smooth skin. She straightened up, her hands and eyes moving lower on the woman’s body until she focused on that small furry strip that had caught her attention. Her fingers traced it reverently, sliding along either side and down the hairless lips of her pussy.

The woman’s hips rose up to her touch and Nata saw the glistening evidence of her need. She held her breath as she let two fingers move in slow circles working deeper into her wetness. A low moan reached her from above and she bit her lip. Her hand trembled slightly and she looked up her lover’s body to watch her face as she slid two crossed fingers deep into her cunt with one smooth thrust. The woman’s hips rose from the bed and Nata pressed the palm of her other hand down on her pubic bone as if to hold her in place. She slid her thumb down and began to work it back and forth across her hard exposed clit.

“You feel so good…” Nata whispered. Her arm flexed and she began a strong, slow rhythm her fingers soon becoming coated with the woman’s juices and she leaned up giving herself more leverage to drive her fingers deeper over and over. The woman clenched the sheets of the bed in her hands, her head fell back and low sounds of pleasure came from her parted lips. Nata felt her fingers gripped tightly and the woman worked her hips faster against her hand, she could tell she was close.

With a thumb pressing down on her lover’s clit and her fingers thrusting deeply into her cunt Nata leaned close and gently bit the soft skin of her inner thigh. The new sensation bowed the woman up from the bed and pushed her over the edge, a harsh breath forced from her lungs as every muscle in her body tightened.

“Ah fuck…” She exclaimed. Her hands flew down, grasping Nata’s wrists and holding her still as the final waves convulsed her body. She loosened her hold just enough to allow Nata to remove her fingers then urged her up to lie beside her. Nata propped herself up on one elbow, her other hand sliding across the woman’s stomach. Nata gazed down at her waiting quietly as she caught her breath. When those engaging brown eyes finally opened and looked up at her Nata smiled a bit sardonically.

“I’m Nata by the way…”