How do I go about this business of introducing myself, I've been told all my life that I should be careful of what I divulge to those who don't know me because to most my life would seem unbelievable. If it had been another person saying these things, I'm not sure I would believe it either. Experience is a powerful exestential inducement though, and I've had some wholloping ones. My name is Tairngiri, from the age of seven-eight-nine, I'm not sure when it started, my dreams and times between sleep and waking were spent in the otherworld. As I grew up here, I was also being raised there. What you will be reading--and I hope injoying--is some of the experiences that I've had or seen.

At the age of about thirteen, in the dreamtime, I was walking with a woman who was much older than I and extremely beautiful. She had light brown hair with some flowers in it and she was wearing white clothing, I knew her as Anu (that's the name I was told). This particular day we were walking and she told me to look/see over there, there was something truely wonderous.
This is what I saw.

A woman there was singing in fields of may. Never a more beautious place was there with it's myrid flowers blooming of every size and hue. Lavender-purples, pinks, and whites strewn on new green grass, with trees so gently swaying as the winds went past. Aye, and the lady was a beauty too, for her hair had the curls of the ocean, the color of golden sun, and her eyes reflected the sky in their blueness. She dressed in a simple gown of green, as she walked and breathed the air of the springtime. Her song was high and clear, reflecting the love she held in her heart for her family and her land.

There were two that loved her, enough to call her wife. For they had both watched her as she grew, they had seen that she treated all with kindness, that her heart was strong and gay. They had seen the love she had for life, and the laughter of her days. Though there were times when things were dark, she brightend where she might. For this reason they both loved her, would seem with all their life.

One of them that loved her was the lord of the land. He wore around his neck a thick torc of gold, about his shoulders a cloak of wolfskin grey, upon his feet boots of the finest leather, and on the rest of him woolen linen of the finest quality made. The colors he wore were many, a truely splendid sight to see. He came upon her in the field and asked the lady if she would go to his home and allow him the honor of showing hospitality to her. To this she said yes, and she mounted his horse. Off to his home they did ride.

A large house it was, handsome and well maintained. The stone sparkled from fresh washing, the wood that made up the furniture and the rails gleamed, burnished with oils, carved with care. Rich tapestries hung from the walls depicting scenes of beauty, she had never seen anything like this in all her life. A feast was layed out in a great hall on a table of oak inlayed with ash. There was roasted pig with pepper, barley soup, breads of all kinds, cheeses, meads, and berries from far and wide. All of this was served by servants with manner and clothing befitting service to one who is grand. In the backround there played music, and a bard who sang and told stories to the lilting harp and flute.

When the feast was finsished, they walked the castle wall, she saw fields with wheat and barley ripening and knew these lands were his. So he stood before her and to her he said that she would wear the finest clothes were he and she to bed. All the land he had was hers, there would be no hunger of thirst, those who knew him to be king would know her as their queen. These gifts he offered her there that night in hopes she would be his bride. She remembered the fields of her home and thought of how she would miss them, so she asked of the lord to give her some time in which to make the decision. To this he assented saying that he would abide by the answer she gave him.

Not long after, perhaps an hour and not much more, came a knock upon the castle door. There was a young man standing there, in a deerskin cloak and not much more. His shoes were threadbare, his attire humble, yet his manner had pride and honor. With hair that was long and the color of earth, his shoulders were wide and strong, his hands were rough from working, for his life had been on the land. He asked admittance and entered, was given food and wine. He thanked the lord for his kindness and looked at the wonderful sights.

His eyes turned now to the woman who he loved with all his life. He had seen her mount upon the horse that day and knew where she was going, so he had run for all that day with no intent of slowing. This is what he told the lord of this place and this he told to the lady. He had watched her and loved her as they had grown up as would seem the lord had done. The lord being a confident man, with all that weath and power, saw no harm in allowing the young man to say his peace.

Before the woman the young man stood, caught her eyes in his. She fell into the depths of them, for they were clear, and there she saw yearning, tenderness, love, like, a great capacity for joy, as intense as the hottest summer day. He said that he had not much to offer in the way of material things for all those things might be swept away or lost to any that had them. The only thing he could offer was himself and that would never change. With his hands he would build a home and furnish it the same. She would never hunger, for he would hunt and farm. Though the clothing she would have would not be the finest made, she would be warmed through the night by a man whos heart would not stray. Twas this "poor" gift he offered, if he could call her wife.

The young man stood barely breathing, awaiting the answer, as did the lord of that place, on the lady two sets of eyes were waiting. She thought of the wealth, then she thought of the skill. She thought of the beauty of the castle, then the beauty of her fields. All of the gifts offered were thought of with great consideration. She knew that any lady of the land would be happy to have that king, and that the lord could find love on another day. She looked again at the young man and knew he would have only her.

So, thanking the lord for his hospitality and kindness, she placed her hand in that of the young man. For of all the gifts offered, the one most precious to her had been a heart that would never stray. The lord of the castle, being a man of honor, remembered his promise to abide by her decision. With his blessing the young man took that very same woman that had been singing in the fields of may. Together they built a small house, not so "grand" by all accounts. Her raiment twas plain, but, laughter filled their days and in the night they were both warmed by the heart that would not stray.