"Lost, are you Frijian?"

Don wheeled about putting both hands to his stick. Faintly, in the gloom, just beyond his view, there was a grey figure nestled in the dark. Don squinted, spread his feet and put the stick firmly between himself and the carnivore.

"You don't belong here, do you Mihan?"

Don grimaced. This disadvantage made him unsure what to do. Dressed in a night smock, barefoot with just a stick - facing some seer in their own deep glen. Don didn't know what to reply. What the hell did she mean, "Frijian"?

"Tell me what you seek, wayfarer. This wood isn't where you'll stay." The voice was feminine, but pure and familiar. A young woman of more than medium height stepped forward from the dark. In the gloom Don could see a fair haired boylike beauty. Her loose jacket didn't hide her feminine grace and the snug pants showed an athlete in her prime years. She stepped past the planted stick and put her hand on his cheek - her thumb teasing the crease of his lips.

"Speak to me, Don. This time is yours - just not this place. Where do you go?"

Her touch melted his distrust and fear. Her tenderness washed through him like a flood. His heart's love broke open and rushed to his loins. This creature was magic - lithe, beautiful and sympathetic. He could feel her power filling him with conviction. His member swelled and he could feel her warmth surrounding and caressing him. His mind swooned, closing his eyes, he felt as if he was falling. He couldn't open his eyes, but he could see her mounting him.She was like a wild frantic dancer, playing on the stage of his belly. He was revelling in long lost virility, sharpening his attention to his manhood slipping and kissing her fertile center. Her beauty and grace covered him and inspired him. He thought he was going to fill her, feeling her breath ready for his come.

"I don't know where I'm going. The owl showed me the way....", he gasped out. He opened his eyes and found himself on his feet - standing with the nymph taking her hand from his cheek. The endless love and sensual splendor, the physical connection and intense desire, all that was a slight swoon of her touch? He wondered if the hours of lovemaking was just a fantasy - that intense desire and lust by the most beautiful woman of his life was only a brief sensation? But here he was and little time had really passed. The blond hair was floating in this forest space, her green jacket undisturbed, the snug pants still tightly bound.

"Don't tarry here, Mihan." Her voice was like a simple melody - exquisite and warm. "You're time isn't long and you've much to do." Her soft green eyes looked in to his heart and held him like a child. "There will be another you will meet. His world is yours and the one you've left is done. Look beyond and forget what you've been."

So many question arose. Don wanted to blurt out his pleas, but his mouth formed only this short confession, " I love you so much." It didn't make any sense, but it was the complete truth - he had always loved her.

"I know, sweet Frijia... and I've always watched for you. Look for my sweet pet." She turned to leave. Din blinked and blinked hard again. She was older, her hair was tied up, showing her neck and the blond hair swept up into a strawberry blond mass. Her forest jacket was a formal maroon blazer, now and her tight pants were a loose gown. Don shook his head and she was gone. Beyond the gloom he could hear the panting of a canine.