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Brutis saw her - he knew it was her - a form glimpsed dimly through the flora of the near forest. Mason still could make out nothing. Lyness changed herself to a form that would be more familiar to Mason and stepped forth. "Yes, I knew twas thee, and thy hound, in mine demesne. Welcome Mason."
Mason presented the gift she'd brought - not knowing what was wished, she'd settled on flowers, and chosen half a dozen heirloom roses, cream tipped with pink, all in peak bloom. Lyness devoured the sight and scent and delicate touch of the petals... filling her senses with the unusual plant and reveling in it as she reveled in all beauty.
"What brings thee here to see the Lady of Lyness? I am pleased to see thee, and Brutis as well, though tis dangerous for both in the wilds." Mason was shy, but finally managed to state her request - the first time, she explained too much, of the research angles, and confounded Lyness. When she restated, it was far simpler. "The favor is that you let me drink of your blood over many days, or longer, and try to teach me the power of animal speech you have - to see if the blood allows the power to be learned."
Lyness pondered. "Thou art mortal still, thy veins and flesh hold mortal breath within them -- and the Lady of Silent Sorrow minds this not?"
Mason nodded. "I asked her permission, of course. She is very encouraging of my research -- and, I think, she respects you greatly."
Lyness smiled brightly, standing. "Thou mayest have as much or little of my elxier as thou likest, Mason. Should possibility allow, t'would grant me great pleasure to so teach thee."
Mason looked actually surprised Lyness agreed, but extremely pleased. "Thank you, Lady Lyness."
A long moment passed, in which Mason thought over whether she should ask, and tried, and failed, and struggled internally, and generally radiated her shyness in asking for what she had just asked for.
Lyness looked into Brutis's eyes, speaking with him. Brutis whuffed, content to watch as Lyness took Mason's hands and led her over to a tree, sinking down into a kneeling position, beckoning for her to follow.
Mason knelt next to Lyness, easily following her lead. LynessDc grinned, pulling Mason into her arms, as a mother might a child, cradling her softly as she raised her wrist to her lips and bit through the flesh, glancing into Mason's eyes, filled with gentleness. "Drink." Lyness held her wrist a short ways away, waiting for Mason to take it, if she so chose. Mason chose. She set her lips to Lyness's wrist, and drank.
Mason found the taste both familiar, much like Lucille's, yet different, redolent of woodland rather than penthouses... earthy and fresh, rather than refined and complex-on-complex. She drank, trying to gauge the amount in case Lyness really meant her to do so, as the same as what she drinks when granted the blood of Lucille.
Lyness was humming a soft irish tune as the joy of giving flooded her, a warm, loving smile on her face, softly running her fingers through Mason's hair, imagining this must be what suckling a child is like. Her thoughts drifted into memory, as she recalled other times when a mortal drank from her.
When Mason felt as though her stomach held what it usually did, the wonderful satisfying feel of it tingling all through her, she stopped. She sat looking at Lyness, face smudged with red, with an expression of admiration and gratitude.
Lyness pulled her wrist away, licking the wound closed and ripping off a strip of cloth from the hem of her dress to wipe the excess blood from Mason's face, grinning. "Hast thou drunk thy fill?"
Mason nodded, dumbstruck for a few moments at the newness. This made Lyness giggle, watching the expression on Mason's face. continues stroking her fingers through Mason's hair for a few more moments, waiting until she is recovered, telling her with a warm smile: "Thou mayst return as be thy wish, drink as thy wish, whenever thou mayst find me."