Heaven in the Silver Palace
The room was filled with the light of the moon as it always was. It glistened in the long locks of ebony that draped around the goddesses shoulders. The moonlight seemed to build like dew in her long beautiful hair as it swept down across her milky skin. She picked up a large brush from her bedside table. The brush was made of bone and darkness, it was the only thing she had of her mothers. Except, perhaps her eyes; Heaven had her mother’s eyes. She made her way silently from her larger bed to stand in front of the full length mirror whose ornate silver trimmings took up more room than the mirror it’s self. Bringing the brush through her hair she straightened out all the tangles that sleep had brought.
Heaven was clothed only in the moonlight that burned subtly along every wall and corner in the house of the moon god. The mirror displayed every inch of her angelic body as she brushed away every wrinkle in her hair before going to her closet and bringing down a black silky robe. The sleeves were short but the hem scrapped the ground around her feet as she walked. After slipping the thin robe over her bare shoulders, she tied the silver belt firmly around her waist. Heaven did not bother to try the door. It was locked as it was always locked when her father was gone. Heaven was used to the solitude of being locked in this moon lit room but soon her father would return. And, the servants would be to her room to open her door and she would go out into the gardens.
In her mirror she saw a flash of movement. Spinning around she saw a figure dropping down from her balcony. Running quickly her bare feet did not make a sound against the hard marble nor the soft furs along her floor. The black robes whipped around her white skin with such furry that it sent up a flock of love birds nesting in the gardens as she made it to the balcony's edge just in time to see the man bounding up the garden walls. His skin glowed as the light of the sun burned up over the walls, as if his skin was made of jewels, and each jewel held a very small flame.
“Your majesty?” A nasal voice broke the silence.
“I was just watching as the sun graced the guardians for a moment.” She lied but the light of day which washed over her flushed cheeks faded as she turned to the smiling servant at the door.
He was barely half her height when he stood on the tips of his toes and that was only because of the ridiculously long ears that flopped comically from his narrow skull. Rabbit plucked the key from her door and put it back into one of his many pockets as he smiled wide. Sweeping his whole body downwards into a respectful bow caused his ears to touch the cool marble floor.
“Are you ready to break your fast my mistress?” Rabbit cocked one of his ears questioningly as he straightened to look at her but not into her eyes. Not into her mother’s eyes.
Heaven walked past him, pools of darkness ran along her milky body as the robes shifted ever so slightly. “Yes, a meal would be lovely.”
The truth was that she was suddenly without an appetite, not because of the strange man on her balcony, but because she never felt hungry when the door to her room was unlocked. She felt like running free, but Heaven was the embodiment of control. She walked even though she would much rather run. Feeling the familiar embrace of the elemental caress of her body as she moved.
Rabbit followed behind Heaven, dropping to all four so that he could keep up with her quick steps. Heaven did not speak as they walked to the main dining chamber but Rabbit was used to her quiet. He was more comfortable when there was banter to be had but had learned that Heaven was not. She was made for silence. Trained not to speak, and grace that whispered in the absolute silence of her movements. Rabbit's paws slapped against the cool marvel as he pumped his back legs a little harder to keep up.
They crossed under the great white arch that was the entrance way to the main dining hall. A huge table took up the majority of the room. It had been carved from on solid piece of wood. From a majestic tree that once tried to reach the moon. A wood nymph who fell in love with the mistress on the moon and she would reach down to him as well.
Her father stood as she entered the room and waited for her to be seated. A metal covered dish sat in her spot across from her father. Rabbit dashed up and took the cover off of the food. The sweet smell of roasted meat hit her nostrils and she was suddenly very hungry.
"Morning my daughter." Rashamon's bare chest heaved as he spoke. A warm deep voice the resonated over every inch of the dining hall.
"Father." Heaven waited for him to resume eating before she took a bite herself.
He gazed at his daughter. His head was full of greying hair and moonlight blazed from his eyes, blindingly so. His bow rested against the table. The bow was taller than Rashamon and he did not have a slight figure. Defined muscles rippled up and down his frame as he lowered him self down and began eating once again.
Heaven was clothed only in the moonlight that burned subtly along every wall and corner in the house of the moon god. The mirror displayed every inch of her angelic body as she brushed away every wrinkle in her hair before going to her closet and bringing down a black silky robe. The sleeves were short but the hem scrapped the ground around her feet as she walked. After slipping the thin robe over her bare shoulders, she tied the silver belt firmly around her waist. Heaven did not bother to try the door. It was locked as it was always locked when her father was gone. Heaven was used to the solitude of being locked in this moon lit room but soon her father would return. And, the servants would be to her room to open her door and she would go out into the gardens.
In her mirror she saw a flash of movement. Spinning around she saw a figure dropping down from her balcony. Running quickly her bare feet did not make a sound against the hard marble nor the soft furs along her floor. The black robes whipped around her white skin with such furry that it sent up a flock of love birds nesting in the gardens as she made it to the balcony's edge just in time to see the man bounding up the garden walls. His skin glowed as the light of the sun burned up over the walls, as if his skin was made of jewels, and each jewel held a very small flame.
“Your majesty?” A nasal voice broke the silence.
“I was just watching as the sun graced the guardians for a moment.” She lied but the light of day which washed over her flushed cheeks faded as she turned to the smiling servant at the door.
He was barely half her height when he stood on the tips of his toes and that was only because of the ridiculously long ears that flopped comically from his narrow skull. Rabbit plucked the key from her door and put it back into one of his many pockets as he smiled wide. Sweeping his whole body downwards into a respectful bow caused his ears to touch the cool marble floor.
“Are you ready to break your fast my mistress?” Rabbit cocked one of his ears questioningly as he straightened to look at her but not into her eyes. Not into her mother’s eyes.
Heaven walked past him, pools of darkness ran along her milky body as the robes shifted ever so slightly. “Yes, a meal would be lovely.”
The truth was that she was suddenly without an appetite, not because of the strange man on her balcony, but because she never felt hungry when the door to her room was unlocked. She felt like running free, but Heaven was the embodiment of control. She walked even though she would much rather run. Feeling the familiar embrace of the elemental caress of her body as she moved.
Rabbit followed behind Heaven, dropping to all four so that he could keep up with her quick steps. Heaven did not speak as they walked to the main dining chamber but Rabbit was used to her quiet. He was more comfortable when there was banter to be had but had learned that Heaven was not. She was made for silence. Trained not to speak, and grace that whispered in the absolute silence of her movements. Rabbit's paws slapped against the cool marvel as he pumped his back legs a little harder to keep up.
They crossed under the great white arch that was the entrance way to the main dining hall. A huge table took up the majority of the room. It had been carved from on solid piece of wood. From a majestic tree that once tried to reach the moon. A wood nymph who fell in love with the mistress on the moon and she would reach down to him as well.
Her father stood as she entered the room and waited for her to be seated. A metal covered dish sat in her spot across from her father. Rabbit dashed up and took the cover off of the food. The sweet smell of roasted meat hit her nostrils and she was suddenly very hungry.
"Morning my daughter." Rashamon's bare chest heaved as he spoke. A warm deep voice the resonated over every inch of the dining hall.
"Father." Heaven waited for him to resume eating before she took a bite herself.
He gazed at his daughter. His head was full of greying hair and moonlight blazed from his eyes, blindingly so. His bow rested against the table. The bow was taller than Rashamon and he did not have a slight figure. Defined muscles rippled up and down his frame as he lowered him self down and began eating once again.
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