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The Land of Forever Fall
Aiden:
--- Quote from: Bern on July 18, 2021, 07:52:28 PM ---Valerie
"The highborn are the ones who actually look like Elves which was the whole reason for going here, and the taste so much better, you will understand once you have your first Sakura."
Then Valerie's attention turned to her old student, she'd handled things nicely here it looked like. If only she could dress better though, those breasts of her deserved more exposure. And they would get what they deserved, once Idril was one of her children
Valerie skipped out of the carry Sakura had on her but also made sure to gently put the shapeshifting Cat down so that she didn't offend it. Then she skipped right up to Idril as if she was about to hug her, only to kick at the head of the scythe launching both it and her student into the air.
Then she moved with an absurd grace that could make an ordinary Elf jealous and caught her student with one arm, and the falling scythe with the other.
"You have passed the test my cute Idril, this time I have returned to truly make you one of my own."
--- End quote ---
Castle Town Visitor's Quarter
It spoke to the athletic potential of the Highborne, and of just how well Idril had kept up with Valerie's training for all these long centuries, that she managed to position herself in just such a way that she landed face up in the vampire king's arm instead of ending up as a sack of potatoes. With a daring smile, and a flippant tilt of her head, the ageless woman made a mockery of swooning. "Ah, such a promise you make to me, great teacher!"
Aerin seemed only somewhat impressed by what had taken place, and so was quick to find herself with arms full of fluffy white cat and a purple-haired youngster courting her shamelessly. The commoner still had the decency to blush. "Ahh, you do have my thanks. It can be hard not to... feel overshadowed by those so much more experienced than you." Her eyes were understanding as they met Sakura's.
As this took place, Idril's smile became far more sly. "But oh, if you wish to have me then I have quite the price this time!"
Aiden:
--- Quote from: SINIB on July 22, 2021, 03:24:43 PM ---Thorra
Thorra's vast body glistened with electrical charge. Her chest gave a sensual show of trembling with each fake breath that Thorra took. She patted Lirazel on the shoulder with a hearty chuckle. "Hehe, I can, but I have no needs in that manner. My body is a cheap fascimile of the human form constructed from the thunder and clouds. I only eat or drink for pleasure."
She then ran an immense hand down Lira's arm, grasping their hands together and squeezing it. "What I would love is to be given a tour—and then be granted to share a drink with the pricess of Endien herself." Thorra flashed a charming toothy grin. "If that would be amenable to her."
--- End quote ---
Lirazel
"I would not call this," she emphasized her words with a squeezing hand of her own, "a cheap anything, Thorra. And I will gladly show you what lay within my piece of this kingdom." Lirazel began to lead her guest up the stairs of her home, that which hummed with the echoes of her melodies, and then further, up the spiraling staircase which seemed to have grown as a single piece from floor to the levels beyond.
The stairs continued up, and Thorra caught but a glimpse of the corridors and chambers beyond, but Lirazel gently pulled her up yet another, to what could only be the top. It was, the stairs aside, a more seamless and open space in comparison to the first two floors. It was gently rounded, with an airy dome filled with natural lighting from the sun. Upon its walls were adorned a multitude of works molded from metals and clays. Each appeared whole, and whispered a soft acknowledgement of their creator's presence. Some were simple pottery, while others were fine knives or bows or any manner of weapon. Barrel upon barrel of arrows found their place in a corner, while fresh materials sat in piles awaiting use. Mirrors, arranged and moved by mechanisms foreign to her senses, responded automatically to the shifting of shadows cast by their presence.
At the center of the chamber was a some manner of... forge?
But like none Thorra had ever seen before. Absent was an anvil for hammering, or a furnace for heat, or a vent for smoke. No, instead there were an assortment of instruments of the musical kind, and artfully crafted molds, and delicate precision tools. A barrel for water was there, yet it appeared all too fresh and rested next to a ladle for drinking. The princess looked quite pleased, if pink in the cheeks, to be showing her this space. "It is but a pale ember of the Bright Forge of Húro, itself a shade of its elder cousin, but it is mine. I do not... often bring others here."
SINIB:
--- Quote from: Aiden on July 24, 2021, 05:02:58 PM ---Lirazel
"I would not call this," she emphasized her words with a squeezing hand of her own, "a cheap anything, Thorra. And I will gladly show you what lay within my piece of this kingdom." Lirazel began to lead her guest up the stairs of her home, that which hummed with the echoes of her melodies, and then further, up the spiraling staircase which seemed to have grown as a single piece from floor to the levels beyond.
The stairs continued up, and Thorra caught but a glimpse of the corridors and chambers beyond, but Lirazel gently pulled her up yet another, to what could only be the top. It was, the stairs aside, a more seamless and open space in comparison to the first two floors. It was gently rounded, with an airy dome filled with natural lighting from the sun. Upon its walls were adorned a multitude of works molded from metals and clays. Each appeared whole, and whispered a soft acknowledgement of their creator's presence. Some were simple pottery, while others were fine knives or bows or any manner of weapon. Barrel upon barrel of arrows found their place in a corner, while fresh materials sat in piles awaiting use. Mirrors, arranged and moved by mechanisms foreign to her senses, responded automatically to the shifting of shadows cast by their presence.
At the center of the chamber was a some manner of... forge?
But like none Thorra had ever seen before. Absent was an anvil for hammering, or a furnace for heat, or a vent for smoke. No, instead there were an assortment of instruments of the musical kind, and artfully crafted molds, and delicate precision tools. A barrel for water was there, yet it appeared all too fresh and rested next to a ladle for drinking. The princess looked quite pleased, if pink in the cheeks, to be showing her this space. "It is but a pale ember of the Bright Forge of Húro, itself a shade of its elder cousin, but it is mine. I do not... often bring others here."
--- End quote ---
Thorra
Thorra grinned back at Lirazel, interlocking the elf's elbow with her own as she was led up the stairs. She looked around with awestruck wonder at Lirazel's worksmanship, holding her mouth shut as to avoid looking like a country bumpkin to her.
When they arrived at the forge, she had only one thing to say.
"It's divine. Thank you for showing me this." She stepped forward and ran a finger along the outside, walking gently in a circle around it, doing her best to ignore the rising heat in her core. "So it's hear you breathe the breath of creation into these objects. Maybe one day you could honor me with your work."
Aiden:
--- Quote from: SINIB on July 25, 2021, 02:53:27 PM ---Thorra
Thorra grinned back at Lirazel, interlocking the elf's elbow with her own as she was led up the stairs. She looked around with awestruck wonder at Lirazel's worksmanship, holding her mouth shut as to avoid looking like a country bumpkin to her.
When they arrived at the forge, she had only one thing to say.
"It's divine. Thank you for showing me this." She stepped forward and ran a finger along the outside, walking gently in a circle around it, doing her best to ignore the rising heat in her core. "So it's hear you breathe the breath of creation into these objects. Maybe one day you could honor me with your work."
--- End quote ---
Lirazel
Lirazel was watching her response with both trepidation and excitement visible, her eyes shining in the late morning light that filtered through her domed roof like stained glass. She folded her hands in front of herself, smiling, almost bashful at having someone else so openly admire this. "I would be the one honored to be allowed to have you on my forge, though I can scarcely imagine what more I could do to better a piece such as you."
SINIB:
Thorra
"Perhaps then, we could honor each other." Thorra replied with a wolfish grin. Electricity radiated down her fair skin with uncontrollable excitement. She walked back around the forge slowly and stood next to Lira, wrapping an arm around her waist and resting a giant palm against her thigh. "The road to perfection is endless. Even if you just wished to clean or decorate me, it would be a wonderful assistance towards that goal." She offered Lirazel herself haft first. "You're more than worthy of having a go at me."
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