Private Through the Ichor; A Force Far Far Away

[Countess Anétresya]

It had been a while since the seventeen-year-old arrived back at the temple after a long unexpected journey. Now at the foot of the massive tree, she stood. She hadn't connected in more than a week. The young Goddess knelt, the roots emerging from the ground and embracing her as she submitted to its grasp. Fern-like markings sprawled across her skin and her eyes glowed amber. Just like that, her spirit would enter the realm. Astral and incorporeal, the life of Xona she became, she could hear every whisper and every rustle of leaves carried gracefully by the wind.

Odemyrii opened her eyes to a strange place - seeming to have regained her physical form. There was no confusion, Odemyrii simply let it be, to be shown what the Tree of Xona willed. There was a feeling - one that told her that this was the birthplace of Mourveil - the first Goddess. It was a strange vehicle built of metal that she was in. It wasn't a chariot, the inside of a vessel was more like it. She wasn't able to comprehend much - as it was always with the ambiguity of the ways of the spirit. The green-haired girl felt a presence, a metaphysical pull drawing her to the front of the vehicle. "Helveun?" (hello) She called out in Xonish. "Hya det'enhver senka?" (is anyone there)

Niara ​

 

[Niara]

Niara wiped her eyes as she looked at the familiar place, it was a place initially of only pain for her. When her parents were lost to her thanks to one of the many beasts of this world crashing it, and then more getting rid of them. The only solace being that it was also when the sisters took her in. The spiderclan making it her new home. That tiny bit of hope and love brought a little light back here. Yet still. So much darkness.

The spiders were around, but they no longer bothered her. Not by their own choice of course, it was one of the first things she was learning. To command these creatures. And when she was here, she didn't even have to think to keep them away. It was like her very memory of the place kept them too scared to even bother her. But it was also a place strong in the magicks of the land, and sometimes, strange things could happen. A place where her magick could be more capable, or unpredictable, where spirits were more in tune. Maybe even those of her parents, she sometimes hoped anyway.

And then she heard it, and stood straight up, a voice, but not one familiar to her. So whatever hope it was that of her parents was instantly dashed, no, but it was a feminine voice, a sister maybe? Why would one come back here? "Hello? I'm here? Who are you?" she asked cautiously, she was still young, still potentially in danger of things not so easily controlled by magic. But she at least had already begun to learn a few spells, and her more bestial form was still quite a threat. Her parents might have died, but it took a horde of giant spiders to take them out after their crashed ship. So she wasn't afraid of everything.

Countess Anétresya

 

[Countess Anétresya]

At the front of the wrecked ship was where a voice called out - a young one and foreign. The words spoken were of another language that she shouldn't know yet somehow, understood fully as if her spirit was fluent in the tongue. There appeared a creature - or more so with the appearance of a girl, with long orange hair, skin of fur and black stripes across her face. In stark contrast to her own outfit of gold and silver finery - it was clear, where ever the older green-haired girl came from, it wasn't here. "Inayro aevethi que? Inayro deshisen oni Osheida on jeonkrig he sunseier?" (are you divine too? are you a descendant of the God of war and victory?) Indeed, she looked like him, from the paintings of the ancient God Aeron. The tree had showed her many things in the past, but face-to-face with another was a first.

 

[Niara]

She stared bewildered at the situation. Sure, strange things happened here, but they all had a sort of sense to them. A uniquely dathomirian nature, this was a little different. She was dressed like some foreign noble or lady of riches, and stranger still she asked if she was a divine, and descendent of some god. Niara wasn't sure how to answer that, given the assumption that she was she hardly knew what qualified. Still just recovering from the surprise of it,
"I...no? I don't know? How would I?" she answered uncertainly before repeating, "Are you a spirit?"

It couldn't be an unreasonable conclusion to her, especially with the question of divinity, perhaps it was some lost spirit of a god or something. She didn't know of that many from here, not that looked like this. And certainly not that looked like Niara. But what else could she assume?

Countess Anétresya

 

[Countess Anétresya]

The girl was young, just as Odemyrii was when she came to know of her divinity years ago. And like her then, this girl had questions. A Xona custom, instead of approaching her, the green-haired Goddess took a seat on the ground, legs tucked under her gracefully, the dress of silver and gold splaying elegantly around her. "Odasenae qesth-me," The older girl beckoned the other over to sit with her. "Me nienon lue Spirit exazun. Mye Odemyrii, Oshegna on Xinsteni" She introduced herself, hands wavering outwards gracefully with a small nod in greeting.

"Wheshiya notre, Xenami?"

 

[Niara]

Niara watched her cautiously, she moved closer but was still outside of arms reach when she sat down. THough, if it was a spirit, she wasn't sure that would really matter, on the matter of spirits though, Odemyrii as she introduced herself claimed not to be one. But that she was indeed a goddess. A troubling statement somewhat since she still didn't know of who that was, none of her sisters had told her anything about that.

The felacatian nodded slightly in retun, still wary of this foreign entity, "I am called Niara."

She decided to pose another question, "Why are you here?" if she'd had more time to phrase it, perhaps she'd have been more specific. Dathomir? Her parents crash landing? Even perhaps just where she was. Or perhaps she'd have weaseled her way around to it to try and hide her concern. But she was not doing any of that.


Countess Anétresya