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Chapter 117: The Stone Circle

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Đelđuma could barely surpress her laughter as Zariz waved his wand to clean the baby and cut the chord. He handed Đuča’s son to her so she could bond for a moment before pushing out the afterbirth. Once they had completely finished with the birthing process and cleaned up Zariz’ hearth, Đelđuma went to Androm’s hearth where Lorka had been watching her children. She returned with Pariđa in her arms and Androm right behind her. Androm had a big smile on his face when he saw Đuča holding her son. Zariz was worried how Androm might react to a baby that was obviously of his spirit. So he looked into his mind to see how the male clannluna felt. Androm looked her the baby’s sky-blue eyes, then at Zariz’s, then at Pariđa’s green eyes and red hair. Zariz could see that the primary thing on Androm’s mind was joy that his first mate had a child. He had feared that Đuča would never have children. Androm did realize that it had been Zariz’ totem that defeated Đuča’s. But since his had defeated Đelđuma’s to make Pariđa, Androm felt that he had gotten the better end of the trade.

Zariz let out the breath he didn’t even realize he was holding as Androm caressed the cheeks of Đuča and her son. Đelđuma broke into a smile at that.


Since she had mated Zoub and joined their član, Lojkova had been developing a deep friendship with Zariz. This was, in part, because only he and Lorka were proficient with her native Vanthonoi language. But Zariz had not been able to warm up to Lorka because of her part in the attempt to take over his mother’s clan. Although Lojkova was a stranger to him, she greatly resembled her sister, Vojkovica. And when she picked him at the Mother Festival, Zariz held her down and Forced her to Share Pleasures the same way that he had seen Vojkovica do it many times. He hadn’t really Forced her. He had been looking into her mind the whole time and could tell she was enjoying it. But he pretended to Force her, while she pretended to resist. When he finally released the arms he had been holding over her head, she pulled him into a hug and kissed him fiercely. Sharing with him had made Lojkova even more attached to Zariz and to his alarm, she was starting to think thoughts of breaking up with Zoub and becoming Zariz’ 2nd mate. But when her baby came, she became fearful of having a man deliver it. Only Zariz had understood the awful things she had said to him in Vanthonoi between pushing. And he forgave her afterwards. But she couldn’t forgive herself. She stopped mooning over Zariz and focused on her new son.

During the winter, not only the waterfall, but the lake that fed it, had frozen so thickly that you could walk on it. Several people slipped and fell on the ice, but no one had broken anything. Grević wondered if it might be possible to cut a hole in the ice to catch fish in the lake.
Although all of the adults hunted to some extent. But they spent more time fishing. The usual method was to go out on the water with a boat, lower a net into the water, wait all night, then pull the net and the fish entangled in it up. Once on shore, the fish were very carefully disentangled from the net. They had done this a little in the lake when it was warmer. But the Winter was the best time for fishing in the Sea. You just had to be careful not be caught in a Storm. When the wind blew from the South, it made dangerously huge waves on the Sea and fiercely howling winds. The South wind would pick up moisture from the Sea and drop it in the form of snow on the land. From the shore, it looked like the snow was falling out of the Sea and not the sky. Most of the women were more comfortable in a boat than the men. Grević was the only exception. He was the only man who had been born into the Đumbleđore član. So usually, a man or woman would go out for the night fishing with someone who that weren’t mated to. Their mates would stay home and take care of the children. Zariz usually went fishing with Đoročia, or Hađiča. Đelđuma usually went with Ood or Androm.

One evening, Zariz came into their room leading Đoročia.

“What’s wrong?” asked Đelđuma.

“Nothing. Đoročia is going to watch your children while we go flying,” replied Zariz.

His mate’s eyes grew wide with that. She LOVED flying! Đelđuma pulled her tunic over her head, loosened the tie and dropped her leggings and reached for the skin of warming potion. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling as Zariz rubbed the warming potion all over her body. Once she was covered, she returned the favor. The nude couple walked outside. The snow didn’t even feel chilly beneath their bare feet. Zariz put the bag full of shrunken things around Đelđuma’s neck, he wrapped his arms around her. He put his broom between her legs and raised it until they were both straddling it. He then kicked off and they shot into the air.

It was a Full Moon night and the Wind was blowing from the North. When the North wind blew, it pushed the moisture from the air and made far visibility crystal clear. But it also made the air very cold. The South wind made it snow, but the North Wind froze the lake. They flew high over the forrest. The wind had blown all the snow off the trees, but the ground below them was covered in snow that glowed white in the moonlight. They were flying so high, they didn’t even have to climb to go over the cliff. The moonlight glittered on the frozen lake as they flew over it. He then took her over the mountains beyond before turning back. Chamois had been seen on the mountains last autumn, but no one had tried hunting them yet. Zariz flew them back over the glowing frozen lake with rainbow sparkles from the Moonlight. They landed in the Stone Circle on the flat rock next to the top of the waterfall. Zariz took the bag from Đelđuma and removed his wand. a few charms blew away the last of the snow and melted the ice. He enlarged a mammoth fur and laid it in the the center of the Circle. Đelđuma gave him a sultry smile and wink as she laid down on the fur. Although the Circle wasn’t yet complete. The runes had been charged enough to do this. Zariz was going to use their Pleasures to increase the charge on the Runes he had carved into the stones, each of which was aligned with a star on a particular day. Even being a muggle, Đelđuma could feel the difference in the intensity of the Pleasures they Shared. By now, She had learned that Zariz was a better lover if she kept her eyes open. It allowed him to look into her mind and see exactly when to do things, when to slow down and when to escalate. So she looked into his eyes as they kissed. He caressed her head and neck just the way she liked, then worked his way down to her shoulders . . . he back . . . her breasts . . . his hand moved back behind her and he pressed their chests together as they kissed . . . Then, as he released her, he started kissing his way down her throat . . . and her chest. . . . Đelđuma bent her head forward so she could keep eye contact as he licked her nipples. He took one in his mouth and suckled, getting a bit of milk . . . He then started kissing his way down her tummy . . . . She spread her legs so he could kiss her in that place that she liked so much. . . . By now, she had to make an effort to keep eye contact. Her natural instinct was to tilt her head back close her eyes and moan her joy. But when she’d bend her head forward to look down at his eyes, he’d lick her just the perfect stroke, in the perfect spot with the perfect pressure. Đelđuma struggled with her self, her instincts at war with her Pleasure until she could no longer control her self. She lay back, closed her eyes and moaned her joy as her mate Relieved her Need over and over again. He then, started kissing his way back up, pausing to lick and suckle the other breast. Zariz knelt between her legs as he held his body over hers, kissing her and licking her tongue as they gazed into each others’ eyes. She was just thinking how much she wanted to feel him inside her when she felt his hand on her searching for the entrance to slide his organ into. Some how she was able to make the effort to keep her eyes open as she gasped at the thickness of him sliding into her. He pulled back out a little and slid all the way in. But she wanted faster and harder. Without being told to, he started thrusting harder and faster. As Zariz thrust into her and gazed into her eyes, Zariz saw that she was building up to Relieve her Needs again. He felt his own excitement grow until they Shared the Pleasure up to mutually Relieving each others’ Needs. In that instant, the magic of the not yet completed circle took hold, as their bodies merged, Zariz felt their minds merge, like at the Men’s Ceremony when everyone was looking at the memory of a common ancestor. . . . Zariz channeled the magic via his wand into the bag Đelđuma had worn around her neck. But then, as their hearts raced and Zariz started going soft and shrinking out of her, her felt their mind separate into two separate beings. . . .

When they had finally finished, and Zariz lay on his back with Đelđuma snuggled into the crook of his arm, she asked him:

“In the Summer, why do you go “hunting” with the same woman all Summer?”

“I fall in Love pretty easily,” replied Zariz. “Usually during the first time. So I ask her again. I like the feeling of falling in Love. It is so intense! And so we fall deeper and deeper in Love. But then, the newness wears off, our responsibilities to our families make us busy and we stop inviting each other Hunting. Why do you go hunting with a different man each time?”

“Because I am afraid that I will fall in Love with one of them,” replied Đelđuma. “I am afraid that if a care too much for another man, that I will want to become his mate, and not yours.

“Are you happy living with me?” asked Zariz.

Oh, very much so!” replied Đelđuma. “I’m very happy with the life we’ve built together!”

“So you are no tempted to move into the room with Androm or Ood?” asked Zariz.

“Why would I want to do that?” asked Đelđuma. “I’m happy living with you, I can go fishing with another man when ever I want, and can even Share Pleasures with them whenever I want. What could changing mate possible offer me?”

“And that is why spending all Summer “hunting” with another woman does not diminish what I feel for you,” said Zariz.

“Can you do something for me?” asked Đelđuma. “Next summer, can I be the woman you go “hunting” with.”

Zariz answered her with a kiss. It was time to Share again.

When they had finished and it was time to pack up, Zariz no longer had to shrink things to put them in the bag. It was now bigger on the inside and easily held the whole mammoth skin.


Spring came, the snows melted and people started fishing the lake again, and . . .hunting the chamois. Zariz started tending his magical garden and taking the women out with him to gather plants. When the halfway point between the Spring Equinox and the Summer Solstice came. Zariz was finally ready to complete the enchanting of the Stone Circle. For the final charge, they held a Mother Festival. Each woman picked a man before the Ceremony and the couples made beds near the Stones that Zariz directed them to. Đelđuma had picked Zariz and their bed was in the center, where they had connected so strongly earlier in the year. Zariz had prepared a special potion, a hybrid of the Winter Mother Festival tea and the mog-urs ceremony root. Đelđuma passed it around and let each of the participants have a sip. The three newest mothers were not participating but, with the children were providing the rhythm accompianment. Once the potion had been passed around, the couples Shared Pleasures, and at their peak, tried to push the magic into the Stone. The Weez-urs all used their wands to help this process and and kept the others from getting lost. The mind-linking properties of the potion allowed them to co-ordinate their Pleasures so that all of their Needs were Relieved at the same instant.

The effect on Zariz was like and egg cracking. Zariz could see all the thoughts and memories of all the other participants. He’d ceased to be an individual. Instead he had become one of the bodies that housed the combined conciousness of the the group mind of ZarizĐelđumaGrevićKnežjkaOodĐoročiaĐeešŽayljačaZoubHađičaAndromLorka. He could feel that he had an individual body, but it was a part of a whole, just as each finger was a separate part of the same hand. The effect for Grević, Androm and the women lasted as long as they were conjoined. But for the Weez-urs, it lasted as long as they were within the circle. Even after Đelđuma had regained her individuallity, a part of her was still inside of Zariz and the other Weez-urs. She might not feel it but they did. Working together, Zariz pulled Đelđuma’s tipi out of a bag and enlarged it. Levitating it over their heads, the Weez-urs put it together. Now that the tipi was erected and floating over the center of the circle, the Weez-urs cast the final charm. When they did so, the interior of the tipi enlarged ten-fold, while the outside remained the same size. The had made a tipi that was large enough to hold the whole član. One you can stand up in. Now that it was accomplished, they repeated the charm with all the other tipis. The completed stone Circle had made certain kinds of space-warping and group magic easier. Zariz already had plans on how to build on this in the future.

And so, much to Đelđuma’s delight, another bit of ritual magic needed to be performed to hook the central Hearth to the Stone circle and Zariz’ Hearth to the Central Hearth. Ood and Đelđuma Shared to raise the power in the Central room of the Stone-house, while Zariz did the same at his own Hearth with the aid of Hađiča. When the Pleasures had built to their peak, Zariz and Ood cast the spell that forged the link.

After the ritual, Zariz performed a series of experiments with the two Hearths. He wasn’t certain that the ritual had actual worked. No one had ever done anything like this before. And he wasn’t certain that the powder, a potion of his own invention, would work the way it was supposed to.

It was the end of Spring before Zariz finally took the plunge. Like his other experiments, he threw some of the green power on the fire in his Hearth. But this time, when the green flames leaped up from the fire, Zariz stepped into the fire and vanished, before stepping out of the fire at the Central Hearth. He had done It! Zariz had created the world’s first floo connection! Still, he wasn’t certain he could do it again. After the Summer Gathering, Zariz planned to repeat the ritual to see if he could connect the Hearths of the rest of the član. If he was successful, Zariz hoped to connect their Central Hearth to the central Hearths of the Other nearby člans.


5th Cave of the Zelandonii


“I have had it!” exclaimed Buraven of the 5th Cave. “You cousin Laramar and his herd of drunken grandchildren have been driving me crazy all winter! They are constantly drinking barma, they don’t clean up after themselves, not even when they miss the night basket! They throw up everywhere and don’t clean it up! I don’t care if they were too drunk last Autumn to find their own cave! I’m telling you, this year, when we leave the Summer Meeting, I’m going with them to the 9th Cave, just to make sure they make it home!”


Dragon Camp of the Sungaea

“Hey, Priamidaseus, a group of us are going hunting, want to join us?” asked Kreonarcicusarpedon.

“Sure! Let’s go.” replied Priamdaseus.

Kreonarcicusarpedon gathered up three more weez-urs: Nestorheusylvanus, Proteusargonestor, and Heroionestor. Once they were all together, Kreonarcicusarpedon concentrated for a second as he silently thought (Portus!) and transformed one of his spears into a portkey. The five young men gripped the portkey as in activated. there was a pulling sensation on their navels and the whirlwind appeared to wisp them off to their destination.

“Where are we?” asked Herionestor.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve even been here before,” agreed Nestorheusylvanus.

“I set the portkey a little further West than I ever have before,” replied Kreonarcicusarpedon.

“But isn’t that close to flathead country?” asked Proteusargonestor.

“Relax, no one with know or care if we bring back enough meat,” assured Kreonarcicusarpedon.

The five weez-urs silently waved their hands to cover themselves in disillusionment charms and began sneaking across the steppes. Cresting a hill, they spotted a herd of aurochs. But on the other side of the herd was a white horse carrying a woman on its’ back. Her stance as she rode gave them the impression she was also hunting the same herd. Continuing to watch her, they noticed that the horse she was riding had a horn on its’ head.

“Is it my imagination, or does she look a little like Gaea to you,” asked Kreonarcicusarpedon. “Let’s go take a closer look.”

Pop!

Kreonarcicusarpedon apparated away.

Arbaxas Clan of the Clanluna


It was a lovely Spring day. It was less than a Moon cycle before the Summer Gathering, so Wilmara had gone out hunting. She loved warm weather. Now that it was warmer she had shed her winter leggings for her summer-dress and could feel her bare skin on the bare back of her unicorn, Rimu, as she rode, her golden hair streaming behind her. She hated that she had to go out hunting alone. Being who she was made her lonely at times. Since she’d become a woman, she been able to find other Women to Share Pleasures with, but it never lasted beyond the Summer Gathering. No woman was willing to give up men to Mate her. And Wilmara refused to Share her mate with a man. Considering the thrill she got with her bare skin bouncing up and down on the bare back of Rimu, perhaps there was so truth to the accusation that she had mated a Unicorn.

Cresting a hill, Wilmara spotted a herd of aurochs. Without being guided, her mount slowed to a leasurely walk. She’d been hunting on Rimu many times before and the Unicorn knew how to put the herd at ease while Wilmara prepared for the kill.

Suddenly there was a:

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

sound to her right. Wilmara recognised the sound of apparation. But she didn’t think anyone else would be hunting this far East.

“Who is there?” signed Wilmara, careful not to scare the game.

The disillusionment melded away to reveal five very short young men that Wilmara didn’t recognize. One of them said something to her. She recognized the language as Sungaean, but she didn’t know enough of it to understand him. Something about the way he was speaking as he stalked towards her creeped her out. Wilmara reached behind her ear and pulled her wand.

The young man waved his hand and Wilmara cast a silent Shielding charm just in time the stop the Stunning Charm that shot out of his hand. Another of the men cast waved his hand and a silent Bone-breaker erupted from his hand, shattering Rimu’s front leg. As the Unicorn fell, screaming in pain, Wilmara turned her fall into a roll that brought her onto her feet. She cast a silent Stunner at the man who had hurt her mate. She had to end this quickly or even magic wouldn’t save the Unicorn. The man she tried to stun, caught her hex in a silent, wandless shielding charm, then apparated with a:

Pop!

The other four men began waving their hands in silent wandless magics, that Wilmara was hard pressed to Shield or dodge. A hex passed over her shoulder from behind as she dodged. The man who had apparated away had appeared behind her. If she hadn’t moved right then, she would have been hexed in the back. She had just enough time to realize she shouldn’t have turned to glance at him, when her world went black . . . .


Peverell član of the Članluna


“Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Zariz. “We were planning to go to the Summer Gathering tommorow. No one else is going out tonight.”

“It’s just one more fishing trip,” explained Đelđuma. “Androm and I will go out one more time and bring back some fresh fish to trade when we first get to the Summer Gathering. I’ll even take Pariđa, so you won’t have to what her.”

“All right, have fun, you two,” said Zariz, before kissing his mate, then giving the other man a wink. Zariz knew perfectly well that they were in for a long night on the boat and what the two of them would do to pass the time. Perhaps he’d take Želžum and go visit Đuča for the night?








Grević (29) ½ Clan, Đelić’s son, Leader
---Knežjka (33) – Other, Željka’s daughter
------Krola (12) – ¼ Clan, Knežjka’s daughter,
------Kačunič (9) - ¼ Clan, Knežjka’s Son
------Đujmoviča (6) – ¼ Clan, Knežjka’s daughter,
------ (2) - ¼ Clan, Knežjka’s Son

Ood Ađ (28) – ¼ Clan, (Red-hair, gray eyes) Iga’s son, clanluna, Weez-Ur, mog-ur, N: C,T,D,R
---Igača Hđ (28) – Other, Čović’s Daughter, Ood’s Mate.
------Ijađič (10) – 1/8 Clan, Igača’s son, Weez-Ur
------Đurič (6) – 1/8 Clan, Igača’s son, Weez-Ur
------Đigač (3) – 1/8 Clan, Igača’s son, Weez-Ur
------Pigađ (0) – 1/8 Clan, Igača’s son, Weez-Ur
---Đoročia Đ (20) – Other, Đihovilo’s daughter, Ood’s 2nd mate
------Đoođ (5) – ¼ Clan, Đoročia’s son, Weez-Ur
------Đoroč (2) - 1/8 Clan, Đoročia’s son, Weez-Ur

Zariz Ah (19) – ¼ Clan (Clan-brown hair, Sky-blue eyes) son of Mariza, Weez-ur, Medicine Man (Adopted by Thonda), N: C,T,D,R, Cr,H,Div,p
---Đelđuma Đ (19) – Other, Krstulović’s daughter, clanluna, Zariz’ mate
------Želžum, (4) – ¼ Clan, Đelđuma’s son, Weez-ur
------Pariđa (1) - 1/8 Clan, (red hair, green eyes) Đelđuma’s daughter

Đeeš Ea (24) – ¼ Clan (Clan-brown hair, hazel eyes) Đišič’s son, Weez-Ur
---Žayljača Hđ (24) – Other, Željka’s daughter, Đeeš’ mate
------Đešpotošič (8) – ¼ Clan, Žayljača’s son, Weez-ur
------Đaylj (5) - 1/8 Clan, Žayljača’s son, Weez-ur
------Đeešač (2) - 1/8 Clan, Žayljača’s son, Weez-ur

Zoub A (21) – ½ Clan son of Ebra, (Clan-brown hair, Gray eyes) Weez-ur
---Hađiča Hđ (25) – Other Đelić’s daughter, Zoub’s mate
------Zađ (10) – ¼ Clan, son of Hađiča, Weez-ur
------Đomič (7) – ¼ Clan, son of Hađiča, Weez-ur
------Đouđ (4) – ¼ Clan, son of Hađiča, Weez-ur
------Pariž (1) – ¼ Clan, son of Hađiča, Weez-ur
---Lojkova (15) – daughter of Larnza, Zoub’s 2nd mate
------Parn (0) – ¼ Clan, son of Lojkova, Weez-ur

Androm A (19) - Iga’s 1/16 Clan son, acolyle
---Đuča Đ (19) – Other, Đeča’s daughter, Androm’s mate.
-----Pandruč (0) - 1/8 Clan (Clan-brown hair, Sky-blue eyes), Đuča’s son, Weez-ur
---Lorka Vđ (23) – daughter of Larnuira, Telton's 2nd widow and Vojkur's 3rd widow, Androm’s 2nd mate
------Vorka Vđ (8) - daughter of Lorka,
------ (5) - daughter of Lorka,
------ (2) - 1/32 Clan, Lorka’s son

------------Various Snorkacks
------------Various Push-me/pull-yous (Wool, Furs, Meat)
---------various Cave bears descended from Hug Giver