It’s all muddle up, as the Moon phases Wanned.

Ellarya fell asleep in the tall grasses of the 3rd phase, stage to Ekuziel.She gathered her energy.

She saw her the great ” Arteest”. She was in fact the great ” Con ” !

She lied and cheated the world and her closest and dearest friends. She had at first , felt trusted and ” special” with this news. In Fact, that wasn’t the case. She don’t know why she believed in them all ! Why ? She tried not to think about it too much. Just concentrated on the task at hand. Mum ,I MISS YOU! Big Mahaji , I miss your hugs and all the wisdom , you passed down to me!

Yes, the worst is she lied and cheated me,that Kurghan. She hurt children. It was a being, hurt and broken within itself. IT figured the whole world owed it something. IT took out her whip and hit hard- in words and deeds !IT broke them all one by one , hurting them. Staying away. Running Away. Made her GIOVANNI Cry! Never to be forgiven! Those sweet and kind ‘Blue Eyes’ ( She still managed , to see him that way from time to time; She knew he never really loved her. It was just the power and the type of warped bindings and bondings that they had with each other. Elle was no longer convinced fully it was love. )

The Kurghan, gave a pretense and charade of being an ordinary person. It was a person of great wealth and means. IT lied to all ,who loved her. Stole from the neighourhood shops and trades Anamules. Annacondra, she was a Snakelet Butterflairy. She had Butterflairy wings and snake like characteristics. She hissed and slithered and flitted and floated.

Annacondra was the Great Arteestic Condra otherwise known as the Great Con. She lived with Stefano at his place. She was his hidden secret. She appeared in piecemeal , one way or another in his work in the world. Didn’t matter. She was the stow away , hidden “muse” of sorts, in him with him, in his music studio. hide away, the one that Giovanni busted up! He would do that a few times! Giovanni was the great lock picker, safe cracker and as we suspect , a whole other life of subterfuge.

In her Dreamscape, Elle travelled to be with Giovanni. He had asked for her support at a party, one of his great ‘wind- dig’ parties , that he just threw for the ‘hell ‘ of it. He had actually thrown the party , so, he could bring Ellarya into his other world. He figured if Yra and Ellarya could be friends, that they should include Dyandra. He wanted everyone in his life to get along and for all his children to know one another! he had 3 families and he was very , very happy with them all. He didn’t really like the idea of ” sister wives”. He liked having things he way he had them: one in real life, one in his ” other world ” and his mistress. He didn’t have a mistress, in the real world, he attended his own private shows. He really enjoyed beautiful women performing for him. He had secluded rendez-vous and clandestine meetings. Were they affairs , or just satisfying that other need? When that need hit him and hit him hard, he would fly ” home ” to Ellarya. He would go to the dTHRC , now! There he would call her to him. Call for her , sending out that “Beacon Call”, he was in need of her. He would then have to stay and go visit Yra as well. Elle would insist , she was not to be abandon , or forgotten. He did know , that if he did , she would “kill ” him. Elle would not stand by to see her “Friend” hurt! Giovanni floated through life , he actually was a very hard worker. He cared about his craft and delivering it to a high standard. Dyandra stood in that lime light with him . As far as Ellarya was concerned , rightfully so, accept for this one time, when, he brought her into the limelight with him. It was a hell of a fight!

“Well, well , well.,Aren’t you a little late with those Roses ” Giovanni,” has he held them up to Ellarya , she said to him.

“I LOVE YOU “,came the reply. “I am so, SORRY”! Giovanni whispered to her in a deep and dark husky voice. He sounded so inviting and exquisite. She looked at him came very close and said, ” you are very late, a lifetime late.”

Giovanni, said to Ellarya , “You are here, because of me”.

She replied , ” DITTO”, In similar words to ” Hans Solo” to Luke Skywalker in their assumed “roles”, our Elle retorted: ” That’s two you owe me junior”. “I SAVED YOU LIFE”! “In this battle, I WIN”! She stepped back, took the flowers , smelt them, smiled and held on to them.” Why now ? we are in front of people ? Everyone gets it. They aren’t stupid. You left me remember? NOT the other way around. You left me in a heap! Here because of you? Here , in spite of you”! She was so close to his face, as she leaned into him. Their wings mirrored the other’s movements. They flitted up and down and around. They put on quite a spectacular distraction with what turned out to be a battle of retorts. Ellarya looked at Gio, and said to him , ” Tell me Honey, who do you think got out of our bed earlier ? You or me”? He looked at her with a smirk and replied , ” you ask such a thing ? Obvious , isn’t it ? He looked out at their audience, surrounded by friends and family. The gathering was one of Giovanni’s grand parties that he threw with his other wife.

Elle looked at Giovanni and smile a big smile, and knowing look at the surround, well darling dearest, ” OR, I just let you , think , YOU DID ! Because THAT IS WHAT LOVE DOES”! She almost kissed him , but didn’t! ‘Struck’ her to bite him back, the way he did to her when he wanted to make a point. Ellarya looked at him and said, ” I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE!! And there is ” Nothing” Nothing”, “NOTHING”!!

Giovanni cried out and felt as their bonds , disintegrated, It was all unravelling, His grip on her, Their binds and threads between them, kept disintegrating and dark threads and feathers fell to the ground, underneath the Sycamore Tree. The crowd of friends , started to gasp and stare. They surrounded one another weaved in and out and fluttered up and down. Their wings coming close to each other , their appendages surrounding the other and caressing the space just before touching . Giovanni was the one chasing and not allowing Ellarya , to leave. She countered his moves and parried and stared him down. She held that thought until there was just one grain left. Giovanni bit down on Elle’s lip in front of everyone. In a flash, like a Tornado the fallen threads and feathers rebound and bound them back together. He pulled her close and circled around and fluttered around her. His Scorpio tail , touched and explored her there in front of everyone. IT was as if they were dancing the Tango in the air. A lover’s dance and fight at the same time. It was much , much more. The threads rejoined and as their wings stretched out and changed all the different colours of every time of their joining , the threads bound them tight. The threads renewed their weave into Ellaraya and Giovanni. It surrounded their wings and connected them with darkened powerful threads. The threads were re- enforced with bronzed steel. The bindings also joined their wrists and ankles. There appendages braided together and became one. They were re-fashioned and burned into each other. It was all happening at a ferocious speed. Gio let go of Elle’s lips . The bite was hard and fractious of a second, but kept his lips pressed to hers. Once their wrists, legs and wings were rebound. He looked at her kissed her softly and gently and said to her, ” YES, YOU DO”!

He released her, now fully re-bound to this wiccan wife of his. He turned around and went to find his more ” traditional” wife and family. Ellarya was left standing , still bound and pregnant with his boys. Under the Sycamore Tree, in front of all their friends and family.

Lord Admiral Beaumont snapped his eyes open. He emerged from within the Sycamore Tree and took Ellarya , under his wings and surrounded her. I am here , my Muffin. She leaned and turned into him. She rested her head on his shoulder and nuzzled into him and started to cry. He wrapped his wings around her,lifted her up and carried her away.

He had arrived just in time, as the Annacondra slithered out ,from its own root cave from Under the Sycamore Tree.

Under the Sycamore Tree

Love did not die , it came back to life. It was reunited and joined. It was betrayed. Love was bound and time stood still for Giovanni & Ellarya once again. Their life, a darkened wiccan shadow, hidden behind his ” traditional” life.

Under the Sycamore Tree

Stefano showed his kindness, his care, his friendship, his love for Ellarya . As he carried her away, he felt her wings. They were on fire , a cool icey blue fire which was very different from the hot red- yellow fire that bound them before. This cool darkened ice blued bronzed steel threads were eternal. Ellarya had tried to break free of Giovanni’s grip and failed. He was never sure with the pair of them. He didn’t interfere , he just came to her because , the call came out , she needed him.

The Annacondra was going to get in the way, the great Condra Arteest,flexed and slithered and hissed. She had not meant to send them away together.

The ” Sangflow” beat and pumped and harkened and called Ellarya She woke up in the purple grass of stage 3 to see the long green stemmed blade just opposite wear she laid , had eyes, deep , deep yellow with green surround and black pitted centres.

Under the Sycamore Tree was a vision of the future, a possibility. A future that would join Ellarya with Giovanni into eternity and have Lord Admiral Beaumont, enter Ellarya’s life , once again.

Muffin always believed in Steve🌹💋

She was WRONG!

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