Raven... the name fitted the female fae before her. Dark, mysterious but with a beauty that made you want to know more. It was good to know where she stood with this Raven. And the way Jessalyn's name rolled of off her tongue made a shiver go down her spine.
And, surprisingly, it was not an entirely unpleasant sensation...
It was a mild shock when she stepped forward when told, doing so in an unthinking manner as if someone had been her on autopilot. She had understood that names were powerful, but she hadn't known they were this powerful. She could only pray she would not regret giving it to Raven.
But once again the fae surprised her by returning not only Jessalyn's name but Lysander's as well. She wondered if she could shorten it to Jess, would it affect her the same way?
That was apparently a question for a later time because moments later Raven was moving on. Jessalyn gave Lysander the go ahead to follow and he cautiously do so.
The breeze was pleasant and the smells from the flowers of the Spring land were inviting. She could feel the late afternoon sun on her face as she inhaled deeply.
Then proceeded to give a small sneeze as something tickled her nose.
What was that? Jessalyn's head turned sharply. Had that been... a giggle? Who knew what there was in this land? Although it was hard to imagine anything in this place being that dangerous. The name 'Spring Court' was not exactly terror inducing.
Jessalyn desperately wanted to question Raven but was at the same time worried about drawing attention to them. Raven was helping her, for the time being. The last thing she wanted was to make trouble for her. She wondered what kind of home a fae would have? Would it be in a tree? A cave? A normal house? A gingerbread house?
To occupy her time she thought on what to call Lysander from now on that was close enough to his name for him to respond but without danger of someone taking him from her. She finally decided on 'Sandy'. As for herself she could either go with Jess, Lyn or Mary, as a play on her middle name Marie. She immediately rejected Mary, feeling that it was too Mary-had-a-little-lamb. Maybe Lyn? Lyn had an almost muscial sound to it, like the strum of a harp string. To make her name something desirable to say seemed like a good idea.
She tripped a bit over some kind of root and Lysander immediately slowed down.
"Go on L... Sandy. Go on boy," she said, encouraging him to resume a brisk pace. She refused to slow them down.
And, surprisingly, it was not an entirely unpleasant sensation...
It was a mild shock when she stepped forward when told, doing so in an unthinking manner as if someone had been her on autopilot. She had understood that names were powerful, but she hadn't known they were this powerful. She could only pray she would not regret giving it to Raven.
But once again the fae surprised her by returning not only Jessalyn's name but Lysander's as well. She wondered if she could shorten it to Jess, would it affect her the same way?
That was apparently a question for a later time because moments later Raven was moving on. Jessalyn gave Lysander the go ahead to follow and he cautiously do so.
The breeze was pleasant and the smells from the flowers of the Spring land were inviting. She could feel the late afternoon sun on her face as she inhaled deeply.
Then proceeded to give a small sneeze as something tickled her nose.
What was that? Jessalyn's head turned sharply. Had that been... a giggle? Who knew what there was in this land? Although it was hard to imagine anything in this place being that dangerous. The name 'Spring Court' was not exactly terror inducing.
Jessalyn desperately wanted to question Raven but was at the same time worried about drawing attention to them. Raven was helping her, for the time being. The last thing she wanted was to make trouble for her. She wondered what kind of home a fae would have? Would it be in a tree? A cave? A normal house? A gingerbread house?
To occupy her time she thought on what to call Lysander from now on that was close enough to his name for him to respond but without danger of someone taking him from her. She finally decided on 'Sandy'. As for herself she could either go with Jess, Lyn or Mary, as a play on her middle name Marie. She immediately rejected Mary, feeling that it was too Mary-had-a-little-lamb. Maybe Lyn? Lyn had an almost muscial sound to it, like the strum of a harp string. To make her name something desirable to say seemed like a good idea.
She tripped a bit over some kind of root and Lysander immediately slowed down.
"Go on L... Sandy. Go on boy," she said, encouraging him to resume a brisk pace. She refused to slow them down.
