Far Shoals Chapter 1: Ripples of Desire (Page 1)

The sunlight slanted through the shimmering air, trailing misty rainbows through the picturesque valley. It was a gorgeous setting, an abandoned indention in the high mountains. The crisp water bubbled from a pure water spring just above the valley, feeding into the deep blue pool below. The whole valley was enclosed in a thick tangle of tall spindly pine trees. It almost felt like this was somehow a sacred place, and they were holding back the wilds.

Eaglette entered the vale like a pilgrim enters a cathedral. Parched and weary from two days without water, the lake looked like a liquid blessing from the three goddesses. She was a huntress, some would call her a poacher. Having traveled the forests near her home in South Victoria, she knew better than to let her stores get so low. A desperate flight from a large group of local bandits had chased her far from her normal hunting grounds. A nasty fall had broken her pride, and the compass she used for direction. She was a long way from home, and in unfamiliar territory. To put it bluntly, she was lost.

The valley looked like heaven, untouched and unspoiled by any other human being in thousands of years. In the center of the lake was an island, with a curious stone structure. It was an empty, solitary archway, overgrown with thick green vines, and crumbling. It was a testament that someone had been here once, even if it had not been for a very long time.

She lowered her pack to the ground, setting it on the smooth pebbled shoreline. Her boots crunched against the tiny stones where she walked. She dropped to her knees, the water ripples lapping gently against her pants. Nothing in this world could compare to the cool crisp water in front of her. Her hands trembled, and she reached for the tantalizing liquid.

She dove her hands into the crystal clear water, the chill tingling against her fingers, sending sharp shivers of anticipation through the rest of her tortured body. Reverently she lifted the water to her dry cracked lips and let the cold refreshing liquid slide between them. She forced herself to drink slowly, choking at first when the water hit her dehydrated throat.

It was worth it. Each sip of water invigorated her, bringing new life back into her parched form. Each taste brought with it the promise of life, and survival. Eaglette drank it in thirstily, slowing only when her terrible thirst had slacked, and water dripped down her shirt between her breasts.

When she had her fill, she splashed the water over her face. She immensely enjoyed the feeling of dirt and grime sloughing off her skin. The water felt so clean and wonderful, that Eaglette was struck by a powerful desire to be immersed in it. She wanted it surrounding her, caressing her in cool liquid heaven. Her hot dry skin ached with the thought.

Eaglette dumped her dusty clothes in a messy pile on the pearly shore. Her bare breasts glistened with sweat in the sweltering sunlight. She placed a tentative calloused foot into the pristine water and felt a moment of regret. The mud clinging to her worked out from her foot in a ripple, marring the flawless glass. Shaking her head, she ignored the sharp sentiment and sloshed headfirst into the water.


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