Photo story: Paris

 This is a photo story, like others I wrote before. Everything here is fiction, but if you believe in parallel universes, in some other universe, it is real. And maybe you are looking through my eyes, and maybe she is another one.

Paris always meant a safe for us, the hideout where we go when we want to be like common people. And our favorite time was autumn, and the beginning of spring.

In its busy streets, and the melancholy of rainy days, we are just two strangers, hand in hand.

A good place where you can disappear for the rest of the world. The Council of Sorcerers was after us, but they may have a hard time trying to find  us in such a huge city. When they come, we will be ready.

She likes to dress in black when she's here. Something that may look too serious or sinister in another woman, in her it looks like the dark space surrounding a star.

She was smiling all the time, maybe because we were able to run away from our enemies, or maybe because of champagne and wine. 

She told me about the parties of the Hyperborean, three centuries ago. How they loved the taste of grapes and wine! And the sound of flutes, the running chases and fast heartbeats. 

Some things she told me, I prefer not to repeat. Others were just like a dream of nature and fantasy, inspiring images in my head.

After that, we went to walk along the Seine river. The country of the dryads is somewhere in a parallel world, that is between this and another one, like an inter-world. The same inter-world that the Persians told about in their mystic texts. 

That Land of the Skies is in some part of modern France, but in another wave of reality. And no, it's not in Paris.

- Some day we'll go there, my Sioul- she says.

On the nightfall, we took some pics on the bridges. And after a walk, we went to the hotel. 

In the night, we were like petals of a black lily, like ivy and bark, clinging in each other, inside and around. 

On the breakfast, I invoked a cake for her, as it was her 324 birthday. It was crazy to put all those candles, so I just put two for each of us. 

She looked to me with gratitude, and for a second her gaze was the one of a very old soul, quickly replaced by the cheerful and caring that I'm used to. 

- Where will we go after Paris, Tamzyn? 

- Maybe to somewhere in the East - replied the daughter of fire. 

As a birthday gift, we went to one of those model catwalk, and mesmerized the guards and the designers so she was allowed to participate as a model. 

Shorter and more voluptuous than most of them, the public was surprised but happy to see some variation. 

She took it as a joke. Good for trying, boring to do all day, she said. She prefers adventure an exploration. 

And we ended the trip on one of the terraces. That leaves this final picture, where she is with one of her silly pranks, grabbing all the cups of beer when I was distracted. 

Oh these dryads... 

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