Lucy And Shaila Sitting in a Tree - RPLOG
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Date
31/10/479
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It is hot and humid in the quickly darkening twilight of the Eastbank Forest, even here in the clearing where the altar to the Spirits of the Life Court lies. Aside from the rough, stone edifice, there is nothing to differentiate this clearing from any other, or this night from any other. All is quiet, aside from the chirping of insects and the occasional call of a night bird.
It wasn't a terribly long trip from firmament to the spirit shrine, maybe slightly treacherous, but Lucy could handle herself in the short trip. She found herself in the looking at the statue of the fertility spirit, Shaila, her hands resting on her own stomach. "Creators, if there was ever a time I needed a spirit it's now." She looks around first before approaching it closer and kneeling down in front of the spirit. "I don't know if you can hear me, but if you're there, I'd like to meet you Shaila."
There is a tearing sound, like wet paper and suddenly there is someone else there. A warm purplish glow surounds the pleasantly plump fox man. . . woman? Despite their apparent nudity, the figure's gender is somehow vague. "Welcome, child," . . . she, let's go with she, says in a gentle voice, "I am Shaila. Why have you called me?"
Lucy's ears wiggle and she looks up, eyes wide for a moment as she looks over the glowing woman. She slowly rises to her feet and smiles, curtseying deeply. "It is a honor to meet you Shaila. I'm Lucy Riverkin and... well, I'm trying to become a mother." She folds her hands together over her lap and twiddles her thumbs. "I've wanted to for a long time, even made myself a woman so I could. My lord and I have tried but I... I'm worried. I was hoping to get your blessing."
Little motes of blue and purple light float about in the air around the many tailed fox. "Of course, dear Lucy," she says, stepping close to the hippo to wrap her up in a gentle embrace. She leans back and places her hand on Lucy's belly, "I can assure you a healthy child," she says in a low alto, almost masculine, "You and your child shall have my blessing."
Lucy's eyes widen as the fox approaches, her body relaxing however in the maternal spirits embrace. Her eyes close and she feels a tickle roll through her body at the gentle touch. "Thank you, but... could I request something more? I... I've heard people can dedicate themselves to you spirits. Would you accept me as your, um, I think it's 'caller?" she asks, a little hesitation her voice.
There is a loud snort and a bit of a damp chuckle. "Shaila," comes a deep voice, "It sounds like you have been advertising!" A massively obese boar dripping with finery has appeared in the dark clearing, lit only by Shaila's gentle glow.
The mysterious fox being smiles a little at the boar. "Olloch," she says, "It has been so long. You are here to make a counter offer, I assume."
Lucy's eyes flare wide, and she looks around frantically. She sees the boar and recoil slightly from him. "I remember you, from Sven's party." She stands up straight brow furrowed. "You're responsible for that cult that was responsible for all those poor beings deaths. What makes you think I want to dedicate myself to you?" she calls out defiantly, but steps closer to Shaila.
"Now that is hardly fair, my dear", Olloch says, unbothered by Lucy's disgust, "I am no more cult leader than Shaila. I invite my followers to indulge themselves in the good things of the world. It is not up to me what appetites they feed. The MotherFather and I have a better relationship than most between our separate courts, we see eye to eye on some things. She is just more result oriented where I am more interested in the process."
Shaila lays a hand gently on Lucy's shoulder. "You have nothing to fear, love," the fox says, "He is not here to harm you, nor would he. Why would you dedicate yourself to me, child?"
Lucy swallow and looks up then relaxed, her words calming the hippo. "To ensure my children are safe, I want nothing to happen to them. I'd love to have a big family. I've always wanted a lot of children. I look at mothers and envy them, want to be them. I want to have the best chance I can to have that." She looks at the boar and nibbles her lower lip. "But why are you here? I mean, okay, it's not your fault for those cultists, but why here, why now?" she asks cautiously, but curious.
"Is it really children that you are after, my dear?" Olloch asks with a tusky grin, "Is it your Good that you are thinking of? You have been nothing but completely faithful, I have no doubt. I am here to tell you that there is nothing to fear in seeking after pleasure. That if you follow my way, I can promise you a lifetime of sensuality free of worry and safe from consequences." He shrugs, "Or you could join the baby train, of course," he says, "As Shaila says, I have no quarrel with her."
Shaila stands and listens quietly for now.
Nicolau pads along through the woods, his crude golem stalking through the pathways with him as he traces the path he had laid out for Lucy. The foolish woman couldn't have come all this far on such a whim, could she? The hippo tracks - obvious as they are - prove otherwise, the cougar letting out a weary sigh as he comes up on the shrine. He has never truly been a believer in such things - until he reached Sweetwater, ironically. Though, the voices were unmistakably not Lucy, and as the man stepped up to the shrine, he opened his eyes wide at the sight. "Ahhh..? Darling?" he calls.
Lucy's cheeks darken and her head dips at the boar's words, head turning in a flash of shamne. Her eyes widen and she lifts her head, catching an approaching being, the voice unmistakable. "Nico," she replies, her blush deepening. "Nico! What are you doing-" She looks at the two spirits and shakes her head. "I want children, I do. I even fleshcrafted myself to have them. I..." She stops and looks, seeing his figure approaching, then turning back to the boar. "I enjoy sex, I do, I do not deny that, but a child isn't consequence, it's a reward. Worrying is a part of that, worrying you'll be a good parent, raise them right, protect your children. What can your gift offer me there?"
Olloch raises his hands in a playful, defensive gesture. "I don't offer happy families," he says, "That really not my bailywick. If it is really Family you are after, Shaila here can help you." He gives a knowing, and vaguely lascivious look to Lucy as Nico arrives. "I am only recommending you think about what it is you REALLY want," he says, not unkindly, "Is it really a safe, stable family? Or do you find that you want more?"
