**Ssstretttttches with a slow measured flow, slender fingers flatten gently against the sides of her face spreading slightly as they pass thru the thick dark tresses spilling over the velvet and silk cushions. Glowing large golden  eyes widen and blink a few times into the night then close, sooty lashes fluttering against the crest of her cheek in sumptuous bliss as her fingers tame the wild mane of her hair.

Rising, she peeks around the empty atrium .... every sound of her movement seeming to echo up towards the glass ceiling. Leaning over the edge of her high window sill she reaches for and pulls towards her smiling face, a fall of wysteria blossoms. MMMmmsss softly as she breathes in the heady fragrance. and shakes the last of the dreamy haze away .... Long legs move to drape over the edge of the alcove , her toes wiggling , causing the bells round her ankle to chime out a soft sirens call.... she is, for a single moment.... perfectly.. still.... Then, with a quick flash she turns, bracing her arms on either side of her and balances on the edge of the stone ledge with a deft precision, her toe searching momentarily for the first rung on the trellis beneath her sill..... ,

Descends the stone wall quickly , smooth golden skin and pale lavender silk move thru the flowering vines, the scent of the blooms marking her as she passes thru them . Jumps the last few feet landing softly like a cat and straightens to full height, gazes wistfully toward her ledge a final time, then turns away and walks out into the night.

The light of the full Moon streams onto the lawns of the Garden , dancing thru the boughs of the willow trees by the brook and playing on the still water at the far side of the pool... her feet pick their way carefully over the path to the stream , a silver night moth flirts delicately with her while it leads the way....

Glancing back towards the Palace , she tilts her head and catches the first liltings of the evening's music. A steady, exotic, drumbeat throngs out into the night eliciting visions of oiled skin, scented hair and flowing silk moving and pulsing in time with the tune. The warm inviting glow from the main Gathering Hall making her smile in anticipation, deliciously decadent and debauched ideas racing thru her brain. Lifting her head to the warm breeze she swears it carries the scent of eros in its movement over her and shudders with delight...hmmmmm or perhaps it is the Jasmine .... the Lavendar ... the Honeysuckle.......

Wandering back out onto the lawn for a few moments more , she lovingly caresses the landmarks of her home .... the trees she knows so well , the benches under them where many of her sisters have served and served well... the swing .... the Cross.

she thinks of how lovely  it is to be home and how she misses her sisters being here as before , enjoying each O/others company..  Considers the  long ago Gatherings of friends and like minded people ....... one finely arched brow rises as a thought strikes her .....Perhaps she will have to think harder on something for Them to discuss......