Beauty and Smoldering

The following is a skit including the beginnings of two character's drawn from the very short but intriguing second dream of December 13th this year.

I have 2 very clear images of two characters, the third remains in the shadows.

It is written from the point of view of the dreamer in the middle.
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Beauty sat gleaming to my left, she was so bright it was hard to make out individual features. I was able to catch impressions of ornament and braid, a twist of gold, a pearl here and there, a slender neck, a flick of a smile. Her face was further obscured in three quarter profile.

We were sitting at a large round table made of highly polished wood with a reddish hue.
Aside from its attending chairs, the only piece of furniture was the table sitting in the centre of a room. An ornate board room, flanked by arched windows that reached an impossibly high altitude above our heads. Outside, it was night and the stars sparkled.

I did not see an entrance or exit from my position between the two enigmatic women.

The Smoldering sat across from me, directly.
A heavy mane of darkness fell over her shoulders. Her mood was dark red, like blood or a ruby.

Beauty tinkled as she made small adjustments in her posture and comfort. Her movements were full of graceful purpose and oddly reminiscent of a cherry blossom fluttering on the wind, as if by accident.

In contrast, The Smoldering purred with power. Her face a seductive mask of utter composure, bellying the thrum she threw into the room.

Beauty drew me back to her orbit sounding like a shimmer might if a shimmer had a sound. Preparing to speak she took a small polite breath and was in comand of my full attention.

With sweet breath and lilting tones she said flat out, "Venus, is my planet."

Fairly smitten now, I foolishly asked if she meant she was a Taurus? Like a girl she giggled, and said "Nooooo..." as if I were a silly goose. Under her words I detected a minute amount of disdain and felt a warmth spread across my face in a blush.

The Smouldering's buzz extended further into the room suceeding in taking my attention off of Beauty.

Where Beauty was harmony, The Smoldering was bass. She rocked.
Cat like, she leaned in across the table, opened her ruby mouth and emitted a low and garbled sound. The lowness of her tone forced me to lean in toward her. Mostly, I had to interpret her sounds the way I did Beauty's countenance as if through a gauze or filter. In some fashion I came to think she was asking me what I thought of Her?

I felt her power, it filled the air interrupted at intervals by Beauty and her impatience signified by crystalline tinkles as she engaged in an activity that could be described as a near equivalent to snapping her gum in boredom. By Smoldering's provocative nature, visage and persuasive pull I wondered if she were a Scorpio, already knowing I was wrong as the words sailed from my mouth.

After letting me know how wrong I was, her composure shifted as she flit from feline grace and ballerina poise to the cunning posture of a predator. I gathered she was enquiring if I would like to know what she thought of Scorpio's?

I could see her avarice, her chomping at the bit as she salivated, waiting for me to take her bait. I could see straight away whatever she thought, she was going to say something scathing. Being a Scorpio I had no desire to hear it. Disapointed in her aggression I quickly waived her off with a dismissive gesture and shook her from my sight. "No thanks." I spat and coiled in on myself content to watch her from under the curtain of my bangs.

Her struggle to rein herself in was nearly imperceptible, betrayed only by a swift harshness that passed quickly across her face. She pulled herself upwards like an extension ladder regaining her upward seat and composure, once again fixed.