I sing of Dionysos...

[godofthevine]

I sing of Dionysos, the son of glorious Semele. He appeared on a jutting headland by the shore of the fruitless sea, seeming like a stripling in the first flush of manhood: his rich, dark hair was waving about him, and on his strong shoulders he wore a purple robe

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[leela1]

*quietly walks down to the water's edge, necklace still in the box in her hand. She opens a bottle of chardonnet, pours some into a goblet, and raises it high*

*takes a deep breath, closes her eyes, drinks*

*waits*

[silent]

[godofthevine]

[stands close behind her - silent and waiting for her to turn around]

Re: [silent]

[leela1]

*waits for a few moments, with head lowered, then catches herself, raises head slowly and stops moving. She shivers slightly, and turns her head, sees him out of the corner of her eye. She turns back, faces the water*

*lightly*

Greetings Great One. And how are you this day?

*takes a sip of wine*

Re: [silent]

[leela1]

*turns around to face him, looks up, offers wine*

[leela1]

In the evening dusk, she pads quietly up the steps of the temple, and gently, carefully lays a rabbit down on the top step. The rabbit is young, only a few years old, a male - healthy, fresh and plump on shoots and greens.

She was very careful to leave very few teethmarks, killing it by breaking it's neck as she shook her head - the rabbit grasped in her jaws.

Then she pads back down the stairs, eyes following a moth in the darkening twilight.

[godofthevine]

[appears, sitting on the steps of his temple]

Thank-you.

[leela1]

Twisting around at the sound of his voice, she peers at him with shining eyes. Batting once at the moth, more in play than to actually catch it, she turns back and walks back up the steps, stops on the step below the Deity.

She bows her head to the Wildling God, and looks at him, enjoying the faint glow that surrounds his body.

[godofthevine]

[lounges on the steps - sipping a glass of wine]

How do you find my gift?