Dreamed Into Life

[Nathaniel]

"Yes, my lady," he breathes, and he closes his eyes, sinking into her touch, the sensation. It's not long before he cums with a grunt, panting as he spurts forth his seed onto her hand. 

[Illianna]

I smile sleepily willing my hand on the sheet before stroking his chest. "An excellent lesson" I murmur before drifting into sleep.

There is a storm raging. Two sides at war.... Darkness rains and there is suffering... illianna what do you choose? What do you choose my little one? Will you run inside out of the storm or will you stand with you're mate? Rember my girl, rember my lessons, rember to listen to the plants, to the energies of the world.......lighting strikes! I sit straight up right panting in the dark, what a starange dream. That storm it felt so real. And my grandmothers voice..... it wa so clear....... I sigh gently.

I try to go back to bed but find my mind in torment. I sigh and get out of bed going to my window to pray until sunrise......

[Arthur Chevalier]

The next day, as servants set up the new loom she's been granted, Arthur comes to collect Illiana and take her into the gardens for the first time. They are followed by a pair of guards, but at a distance, so they can talk. 

"I'm afraid I don't know much about plants," admits Arthur. "I'm not much of a tour guide."

[Illianna]

I smile gently listening to the plants "that yellow ones coriander good for dyes, pain salves and nuasea. And the purple ones lylack, a lovely color for paints but toxic to ingest. And that little ones saints John's wort. It's good for replenishing blood...." I trail off flushing "sorry you probably didn't want to know all that..."

[Arthur Chevalier]

"No, no, please, continue. Maybe some of it will stick." He smiles at her. "What's this little green one?"

[Illianna]

I bend down to look and it and listen as it speaks to me "it's burdock. It's leaves are for chills, and pains and fever, the stem is for nausea and the roots for stiffness. Though it's only safe until it flowers. Once it's sprouted it's flowers it becomes poisonous. The one next to it is ippicack for removing posions from the body."

[Arthur Chevalier]

"Why are they all planted haphazardly and not grouped by what they're for?"

[Illianna]

"Because this is a wild garden. No ones tended to it in a long time. It turned into a cluttered mess.... Arthur? Can you teach me to speak the two fives language?" I say plucking a weed from the ground

[Arthur Chevalier]

"The... the language? Yes, of course. I'm not the best speaker of it, though, you'd want a native for that. Someone like Bjørn  back there," he adds, gesturing to one of the guards. 

[Illianna]

I turn and walk up to the man pointed out to me. "Teach me your language" I say boldly

[GamesMaster]

He looks at her blankly, then says something in his language. 

[Illianna]

I sigh racking my brain I try again in the only other language I know "teach me your language" I say agin this time I'm my grandmothers home toung of Maldivian

[GamesMaster]

He pulls back, making a queer gesture with his fingers. 

"Ah, I believe he thinks you are a witch, as you speak the witch's tongue," Arthur explains, as the man babbles in his language. 

[Illianna]

"It's the language of the saints!" I say defensively "I just want to learn to speak two fives! Arthur get him to teach me!"

[Arthur Chevalier]

"Why don't I teach you enough to ask him in his own language?" offers Arthur