Ring of Hair
She was the kind of lass Tomek called a 'girlie-whirlie-twirlie'. Her skirts twirl round, her body twirls, her long locks twirl, — and then your heart twirls.
Her hair was quite long. Reaching down to about her knees. This was the 'Isle of Long-Haired Lovelies', as Tomek would soon learn, yet even on this isle, hers was especially long and luxuriant hair. But not rare, — for some island women's hair would reach and sweep the ground behind them, like a veil, — the orginal veil that the Great-Spirit hath gave woman.
As Tomek saw it swirl all around her, as she jumped and ran and played, its long tentacles reached out and touched his male heart, and grabbed it in its spidery woman-web, and swirled his heart-strings round and round, until he was 'taken', — in love with her at first sight.
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The lass quit dancing, she was tired. She mounted her horse, and took off. At a good pace; Tomek could not follow.
He went out into the field where she'd been, and found a strand of her hair in the brambles, the one that had been pulled from her hair when there on the horse. It was as long as his arm; silky, black, and full of curls the size of his finger.
Reverently, he wrapped the hair curls around his finger, and tied it all together, to form a ring. Its electrical vibrations were subtle; but he could feel her feminine current in there; — it tingled and buzzed.
Hair, on this island, as Tomek would later discover, was believed to be an antenna. A spiritual antenna that sparkled with electricity, and sent and received messages from the spirit world. They were hot-lines to the Great Spirit, often shining with a pale, bluish-white cast. [glow.] With these antennas, they tapped into intuition, and the universal wisdom.
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Tomek looked at the horseprints, heading south. Then he went running and leaping, his hair, color of the sun, through the forest of the weeping willow trees, after her.