A Mind in Motion

     She found it haunting her first in the rhythmic footfalls of the old mare beneath her as they trekked under the fluttering eyes of the stars.       Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump..      It was like an echo with a string tethered to a hook in her chest, tugging and pulling at her, twisting her around in her saddle looking for that familiar sound.      But it escaped her sight, ghostly in the silence, trailing them, whispering like a gentle breeze each time she turned her back on it to continue forward.      Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump...      Then, like shadow spirits, it crept upon her in the night when the need to rest weighed her down until she could not longer resist. It churned the colors of her dreams--shifting muted skies to brilliant shades of blue and sands to honey and wheat--like eyes and hair she could never forget.      Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump...

*WARNING! Adult sexual content to follow. Reader discretion is advised. You don't like it, don't read it. Previously* [Stumbling onto the dias, she pulled away long enough to slap her hand upon a decorative mark accenting her throne and suddenly they were descending, the dias sinking into the floor as their bodies and mouths came together again] By the time the other woman registered the change in location she was tossing her cloak away and yanking her tunic up and out of her breeches. “Where are we?” the girl gasped as she raised her arms to allow her to pull the white material up and off of her completely. The sight of supple full breasts, now free of clothing, had her quite literally dribbling down her legs with need and she felt a whimper, the likes of which she never even knew, leave her. “My bedchamber,” she finally replied, her voice frayed with desire as her hands reached out and practically ripped the snap from the tight breeches, trying to get th...

         As I sit here thinking over the next scene leading up to my character's departure on to her great adventure, I can't stop thinking about the point in which she will finally reach my second leading character and how their relationship will unfold from that moment until the ending I have in mind. See, I'm not one for writing romance novels, even though I do love reading a great epic romance, I'm just not that kind of girl, but I want these characters to connect on a level just as strong as one.      I'm not one who simply puts romance to the forefront of my storytelling, it's never been my thing. Looking back over my favorite romantic movies or character parings (ships) in tv shows, I realize I need an environment where love has a potential, but it is wrapped up in so much more.      For instance. I'll easily admit I was a hardcore X-File fan in the days it ruled late night tv and the bend between scifi - paranormal - ...