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- Jun 15, 2012
- Location
- Midwest
Kalt was tired of it. He was tired of the looks and of the questions.
"When will you take a lifemate?" his mother would ask.
The available women would ask the same, whenever he partnered with them.
Sexual unions were much different among the people of Atlantis. With very, very long lives, ideas of monogamy and virginity were much different. Generally, nobody took a lifemate until they reached at least a century. Until then, pairings were frequent and short. Long life, no diseases, and a loving people - it was something akin to Polynesia before the advent of Europeans.
Kalt was nearing his 250th year, and he was still unattached. It was a source of confusion to many, for Kalt was an enthusiastic and caring lover when someone caught his attention.
But lately, few had caught his attention. He was more interested in trying to decipher the meaning of the writings of the ancients. When not on guard patrol in his flyer or fishing, he could most often be found in the archives.
He was most haunted by visions of strange woman who haunted his dreams. Red hair, odd but captivating spots upon her face, and a narrow body. In dreams, she would disrobe for him and her breasts would stand large and proud in contrast to her slender form. Whenever she appeared in his dreams, she would remove her clothing and walk toward him... closer and closer until - every time - she would be blurred as if behind a curtain of water. Even her clothes would reappear when the curtain came up.
He was thinking of his last dream when on patrol. A warning light sounded on his console. It showed an intruder on the North part of the bowl.
He flew there, sure it was a cave bear or some other denizen of the caves beyond Atlantis.
Landing, he looked through the shimmering curtain and had to shake his head.
She was there. The girl from his dreams was standing beyond the energy shield, shimmering just like in his dream.
But this wasn't his dream. This was real. He checked several times.
He retrieved his staff from the flyer and touched it to the shield. There she was.
He gestured for her to come through and when she she stepped toward him and the shield returned he smiled. There she was. The red hair, the spots on her face. Only her body was in question, dressed as she was in bulky clothing and large boots.
"You're real," he said.
"When will you take a lifemate?" his mother would ask.
The available women would ask the same, whenever he partnered with them.
Sexual unions were much different among the people of Atlantis. With very, very long lives, ideas of monogamy and virginity were much different. Generally, nobody took a lifemate until they reached at least a century. Until then, pairings were frequent and short. Long life, no diseases, and a loving people - it was something akin to Polynesia before the advent of Europeans.
Kalt was nearing his 250th year, and he was still unattached. It was a source of confusion to many, for Kalt was an enthusiastic and caring lover when someone caught his attention.
But lately, few had caught his attention. He was more interested in trying to decipher the meaning of the writings of the ancients. When not on guard patrol in his flyer or fishing, he could most often be found in the archives.
He was most haunted by visions of strange woman who haunted his dreams. Red hair, odd but captivating spots upon her face, and a narrow body. In dreams, she would disrobe for him and her breasts would stand large and proud in contrast to her slender form. Whenever she appeared in his dreams, she would remove her clothing and walk toward him... closer and closer until - every time - she would be blurred as if behind a curtain of water. Even her clothes would reappear when the curtain came up.
He was thinking of his last dream when on patrol. A warning light sounded on his console. It showed an intruder on the North part of the bowl.
He flew there, sure it was a cave bear or some other denizen of the caves beyond Atlantis.
Landing, he looked through the shimmering curtain and had to shake his head.
She was there. The girl from his dreams was standing beyond the energy shield, shimmering just like in his dream.
But this wasn't his dream. This was real. He checked several times.
He retrieved his staff from the flyer and touched it to the shield. There she was.
He gestured for her to come through and when she she stepped toward him and the shield returned he smiled. There she was. The red hair, the spots on her face. Only her body was in question, dressed as she was in bulky clothing and large boots.
"You're real," he said.
