Thread: [[Dizzy]] Learning the Secrets of Love [[Qant00AT]]

Soran Ebrahim awoke that day with a strange feeling. Today was his eighteenth birthday, and from what his father had decreed, before his birth, was the day he would enter the forest of the goddess Lyta. He had only heard the tales from his father of his fifteen years in the forest with her and her children. He described it as a continuous feeling of pleasure and joy while he learned from the goddess. Her milk flowing from her bountiful bosom giving him strength and energy to keep going. Soran all thought of it as a clever metaphor for going off into the woods and surviving off the land, but as he aged and got closer to the date the more he found out that it was true. He really was going to go into those woods of legend and learn how to make love with the goddess... for five years. This was what was required for him to ascend the throne once his father passes. On that day he was bathed and made clean and presentable to the lady of the wood. His skin was adorned with scented oils of his homeland. His hair was attempted to be tamed, but his curls were too much to be kept down. Once his hygiene was cared for he moved on to the clothes that were chosen for him. As he dressed himself he couldn't help but feel anxious about the encounters he was about to have. Would he be good enough for Lyta, or really anyone in her court? Would he be so bad that she refuses to teach him and send him back a failure? So much to worry about and so much to lose. He was even beginning to doubt if he should even go. No, this needed to be done if he were to ascend the throne when it was his time. Soran finished dressing and looked at himself the dark blue of his tunic and pants were the main colors of his nation, gold embroidery adorned the sides and had a floral look to it. Over it he wore a small chest plate, it only covered the upper part of is chest and had two pauldrons attached over his shoulders . covering it was a long blue cape wrapped around his neck. He took one deep breath and attached his scabbard belt and slid the sword in said scabbard. He then exited his quarters and left for the front gate where his parents were waiting for him. His mother gave him a kiss and a teary goodbye before she had to leave so she wouldn't break down. His father placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. Goodbye son, treat them well and they will give you the secrets to a bounty of unimaginable pleasure. I hope to see you hear come five years time. Soran then told his father goodbye and left into the forest. After entering the forest he followed the instructions his father had told him over and over for the past year until he came upon the great wooden doors to her tree palace. The doors twisted and turned with the trunk of the tree to allow him entrance and he stepped through them. The first sight his eyes saw was the only one who could be Lyta. His eyes widened as his father descriptions gave her no justice. Her pale skin reminded him of a pale and creamy alabaster stone, the golden adorning's standing out more. Her nude form screamed for clothes to stay away as it would only hinder her beauty. He slowly walked the long walk down the hall until he reached the foot of her throne. He knelt on one knee and placed his hand over his heart. Greetings oh goddess Lyta! I am Soran Ebrahim, air to the throne of Gillead and hear to receive your tutelage. I am humbled to stand before your beauty.