She met him walking along the grassy bank of a silvery stream. The dappled light from the small woods at creak’s edge set waves of gold in her hair and sprung in her the urge to hum a little tune. He quietly fished upriver. His drifting fly taking his eye downstream to her. The breath caught in his throat at the sight of the girl he had seen only in his dreams.
They knew at first clasp of their eyes; they knew each other’s ancient hearts and fell into a quiet, strong love, a love like spider silk, sinewy and tensile, strong with a touch so gentle and soft like moonlight.
They came together without a word, just drawn to one another as if returning from a long trip. She lifted her chin and parted her sweet lips, and he met those lips with a bonding kiss welding their fates together. The two became one in the kiss; their feet in the gentle current and their bodies flowing together like ribbons round a maypole.