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Story based on my Photomanipulation
En Español
Historia basada en mi Photomanipulation
The girl's eyes wandered in half circles, following lazily the dance in front of her. The bees themselves moved slowly, but with the natural grace of two sisters... or two lovers.
Her goddess symbol was the wasp and surely her grandmother, high priestess of Calistria, elven goddess of lust, trickery and vengeance, would chastise her if she found Jiriel contemplating these lesser creatures... still, there was something in the dance that mesmerized her.
Was it the dance or was something else?
Unable to look away the though come half invited, half by the force of her own passion, her cheeks burning red as she thought of her, Jezebelle.
Many moons had passed since the last time they had meet each other. It was her fault, Jiriel knew, she had decided to follow her grandmother's faith instead of her mother's, who was not happy with the idea, but would never oppose her children's bright, a mixture of destiny and calling in elven culture that completes a person until they reached some sort of peace.
Jiriel knew she was doing the right thing, she could feel it in her blood. Yet Jiriel felt incomplete as she watched the dancing bees in front of her with a mixture of envy and delight. And she instinctively knew what was she lacking, maybe Jez felt it too.
" Soon my other half, soon I will go back to you ".Story based on my Photomanipulation
" writen here "
by
Montalve.
En Español
Los ojos de la chica vagaban en medios círculos, siguiendo perezosamente la danza frente a sus ojos. Las abejas se movían lentamente, pero con la gracia de dos hermanas… o dos amantes.
El símbolo de su diosa era la avispa, por lo que si su abuela, alta sacerdotisa de Calistria, diosa elfica de la lujuria, el engaño y la venganza, la descubría observando a las inferiores criaturas, con seguridad la reprendería… y aun así seguía como hipnotizada por la danza.
¿Era la danza… o era otra cosa?
Incapaz de voltear en otra dirección, el pensamiento llegó a ella en parte invitado, en parte forzado por su propia pasión, sus mejillas brillando en un fuerte carmesi al pensar en ella, en Jezebelle.
Habían pasado muchas lunas desde la última vez que se habían encontrado. Jiriel sabía que era su culpa pues había decidido seguir la fe de su abuela en lugar de la de su madre, quien no estaba contenta con su decisión, pero jamás se opondría entre sus hijos y la búsqueda del Resplandor, una mezcla entre el destino y el llamado en la cultura elfica que completa a quien lo encuentra, dándole cierta paz.
Jiriel sabía que estaba haciendo lo correcto, lo sentía en la sangre. Aun así se sentía incompleta mientras observaba a las abejas con una mezcla de envidia y placer, quizás Jez lo sentía también.
“ Pronto mi otra mitad, pronto volveré a ti ”. Historia basada en mi Photomanipulation
" escrita aquí "
por
Montalve.
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sarahebear-stock
Lo demás - mis propios recursos
more from my Gallery !!!
My works are registered and protected
by My Free Copyright and Safe Creative
All materials in my gallery may not be reproduced, copied, tubed, uploaded, edited, published or transmited without my prior written permission.
Copyright(C)2009ElenaDudina
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Very nice Artwork
