Snippet #6757

Ariella Moonbow

The swan is proverbial for the gracefulness of its movement and the nobility of it bearing, but the swan is not known for the keenness of its sight. And so it is that while there is sufficient moonlight over the lake for her to note a few basic aspects of the reptilian figure who now stands along its banks, the eyes of her swan form perceive little more than this. Still, even such minimal information may communicate much and it is not difficult to note that this visitor has something of the bearing and character of the warrior about him and that his movement within the wood is a movement that is much more natural than that of those others who have brought such disturbance in their passing. Should this one have some relation to those others, she cannot say, but she will brook none of the violent destructiveness of the outsiders here where she makes her home.

With a silent grace her long neck stretches forward and the downward into the water. Her body flows after the movement of her neck, practically pouring itself into the lake as it disappears below the surface of the water. She swims silently, navigating the darkness of the lake with a familiar and practiced ease until she arrives near spot along that bank that is concealed by a cluster of laurel bushes. Soundless and graceful, she steps onto the mossy stones between the laurels and here, where no eye can see her , she once more shifts in form, leaving aside the graceful serenity of the swan and taking up once more the aspect of a woman.