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Copyright – C. Hase
EXT. JAPANESE GARDENS – AFTERNOON
Hana stands on the wooden bridge overlooking the koi, surrounded by the spring blooms of the garden. Kazou walks up to her unnoticed, placing his arms around her waist in a light embrace.
(quietly to Hanako)
Look at the fish swimming, Hana, enjoying the garden’s beauty.
You cannot know that the fish are enjoying the garden without being a fish.
You cannot know that I do not know without being me.
Camille made up to the cover of the bar, breathless, hair a mess, fried from the sun and frazzled from her encounter with the Hercules, “Great here I am in paradise and I’m more interested in fantasy than reality. Oh Camille, when will you ever get your act together?”
As Camille pondered her need to escape into her romance novels she felt a tap on her shoulder,”Excuse me miss, you forgot your towel.”
It had been a long time since a man had entered Eira’s lair. There once was a time when she had her pick of soldiers, hunters, and axe men. Every night a different delicacy to satisfy her appetite, sometimes more than one. She would whisper temptations through the wind, leading them deeper into the forest. Only to realize too late they were trapped like the animals they may have been hunting.She would slate her lust, her prey often a willing participant, for she was a winter beauty. But once her desire was fulfilled, the nymph devoured her mate and set about finding another to satisfy her.
Now all men wanted to do were play with gadgets and gizmos in the civilized cities. Eira had to wait patiently for a man who decided to reconnect with nature. They were never built to her standards — too scrawny, too pale, too whinny — but they would do to sustain her lust. Often carrying packs and wearing ridiculous patches over their ears, she would have to drum up a gust to send their covering flying before she could use her song to lead them deep into her trap. Her minions would take care of the trappings while she attempted to charm these less willing hikers.