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"I think that's probably quite enough beauty rest, honeybee."

Within the chrysalis, Phoebe will be warm and tightly cocooned. There, she has been growing for seasons and seasons now, buried deep within the peepholes that she might pull the nourishment she needs from the world around her. Dark though it is, these strange gaps in the earth are safe.

Caring little that she hadn't had time to say goodbye to her friends, to close the Halenani or appoint a replacement, Frey only took the needs of her companions into account, letting both cat and dragon snooze away the months in a world of pure imagination and fantasy. Now though, they both nudge at the opalescent skin coating the once-midwife, trying to free her with claws and talons alike.

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Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
"I think that's probably quite enough beauty rest, honeybee."

The words danced on butterfly wings, floating into the Nightingale's notice, as beautiful dreams filled her unconscious mind. Honeybee...honeybee. Eons or seconds had passed - she did not know - but that name held some meaning. It pricked the illusion she was enveloped in, and ever so slowly did Phoebe awaken.

For an indiscernible amount of time, honey brown eyes stared into the endless dark. The god-created fog that had placed her in her trance began to lift. First she wiggled her toes, then her fingers. She found her knees bent up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. Where was she? Wherever it was she was loathe to leave it. It was so warm and comfortable...but honeybee...who had called her that?

A nudge at her side startled her and she curled in on herself more. Soon though she could feel their presence in her mind, pulling her further from her land of dreams. A dragon and werecat...Pim and Branbast...her companions, those creatures who shared a piece of her heart and soul. Where were they though? It was so dark... The midwife stretched finally and the world around her crackled. For some reason she didn't find that alarming. Why? Who knew.

Her hand pressed through a spot her companions had thinned with their claws and talons, and slowly but surely she grappled her way out, still looking for the source of the voice. Deep in her soul Phoebe knew she knew who it was, but the fogginess following her long slumber kept the details at bay.

Then, at long last, she stepped free of the chrysalis, born anew. Her hair easily reached her waist, skin glistening and clear...and very much void of manmade cloth. Phoebe looked around, still confused and lost, before the name finally broke through the sleepy haze.

"Frey...?"
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To life the grass and violets sprang


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Both aspects of Frey stand before Phoebe. The nature aspect is much more demure, sitting casually upon a mound of earth, whereas the sex aspect is the one who stands before Phoebe with their hand extended. Phoebe looks like Venus rising from her clam, though time spent within the chrysallis is about as glamarous as one would expect. "You could use a shower, sweetlips." Frey comments with a slight wrinkle of their nose.

Nodding their agreement, the nature-aspect of Frey looks up towards the sky as it all but opens, drenching the trio.
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Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
Phoebe sees them both before her, and though she can't recall seeing both aspects before, they are each familiar in their own way. The Nightingale stepped forward, wobbling slightly as her muscles tried to remember how move and balance simultaneously. She took Frey's hand, looking down at her own feet briefly in confusion. Why was she so unsteady? Where was she? And how had she gotten there?

The deity's voice had her eyes glancing up at them once more. A...shower? Where was she going to find one of those in - she didn't get to complete the question as the sky opened up and rain began to pour down over her. It was a shock at first, making her freeze in place. Slowly she relaxed, shoulders falling as she once more looked between the two aspects of her beloved friend. "What...what happened to me?" she asked. Her memories remained fuzzy. She had been at the Halenani, doing her work...and now she was here.
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'Like a newborn fawn.' The nature-aspect sweetly muses. 'Or post-orgasm shakes.' Sex-Frey counters with a smirk.

"Cold is good for the skin and immune system." Nature-Frey says as Phoebe's shoulders rise toward her ears. Sex-Frey of course has their hands over Phoebe's back, their sexual aura prismatic and bright as they wash away the grime from her skin. 'Don't you remember? You evolved, my duckling." Despite all that they are and the press of an erection against Phoebe's back, still the kiss Sex-Frey places upon her head is shockingly tender and sweet.

"...with our help." Nature-Frey adds as the pouring of rain begins to slow to a warm summer shower. "Things are changing rapidly my darling one. You have missed much while you were asleep, but now at least you're more equipped to face it." The rain stops, followed swiftly by a soothing breeze. It dries and curls the Nightingale's hair, and though Frey is loathe to see her body covered, they hand her a dress of sky-blue silk.
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Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
"Don't you remember?"

No! That was the unnerving part - or she would have been had Frey's soothing presence not been surrounding her. Held between Nature-Frey's nurturing aura and Sex-Frey's undeniable - as in literally pressing up against her back - eroticism kept her hovering within the balance point she had come to love so much about them. The separation between the two only made more clear to the eyes of others what Phoebe had already formed a bond with.

Apparently she had evolved, and she looked down at herself as if she might see it. But nothing particularly stood out, other than perhaps looking much paler than she had thought she was before. As the rain warmed, she tilted her face up, allowing the water to wash away whatever grime had built up in whatever length of time she had been cocooned away. A shiver ran down her spine as the water was wicked away from her skin and she looked between the two aspects of Frey once more. "How am I more equipped? What about me has evolved?" she asked softly as she accepted the dress. It was simple, light, and by some magical property seemed to size itself to her perfectly so it covered just enough to be deemed acceptable by mortal standards. Torchline mortal standards of course. Everywhere else would have been far too prudish for Frey's sensibilities, and even this likely pushed their limits.
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"Oh, you'll see." They reply, softly adjusting her curls and then reaching for her neckline to tear it a bit. It plunges now deep below her breasts, the stitching magically fixing itself as the hemline rises up well above her knee. "Better." They mumble with a lascivious smile.

Meanwhile, the nature-aspect of Frey watches all of this with a warm smile. "The world is on the brink of war. It's inevitable, but that doesn't mean life will just stop. Many will believe that it has, but we know better." They wink. "The other demigods with their murder lists and shooting stars, shields and clouds." They roll their eyes. "They forget that this war will affect more than just those with bodies that resemble their own."
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Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
"Oh, you'll see."

A smile curved her lips. What other answer should she have expected from her dear friend? They rarely gave answers outright, and when they did it usually was due to impatience, ignorance, or genuine interest in teaching. The first two being far more common than the third of course. The sudden rip of her dress and rise in her hem was a surprise...and yet she found herself not minding. It was strange. Many of these things would have made her nervous or uncomfortable before and yet now she didn't mind. Perhaps it was this new state of inner calm and confidence that Frey meant when they said she had evolved?

But her mind refocused as their nature aspect spoke up. The Nightingale frowned slightly, arms wrapping around her waist. War. She had been born into a war torn world, and it seemed her fate was ever to reside in one. And indeed, she knew all too well that the powers to take up arms were far from the only casualties. Lands would burn, creatures with perish, even the air and water could run thick with the remnants of a battle, tainting it and poisoning any poor bystander who dared breathe or drink. But still, a few pieces of the puzzle had yet to fall into place for the midwife. Her brows furrowed in confusion briefly. "But what would you have me do? I am not like Remi or Ronin or Amalia." she said. They were demigods. They could perform incredibly feats beyond mortal capabilities. But her? She was but a midwife turned madame who did what little she could as an average person to aid her divine friend.
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"Help things grow and flourish while the others play hero." Both Frey's say in unison. That Pheobe wasn't like the trio she mentions was precisely the point, and sex-Frey opens their mouth to say as such. "Why of course you aren't. Idiots, the lot of them. Hopefully they all die on the front lines so that things can get back to normal sooner." Smoothing her hair one last time, Frey steps back with their hands on their hips. Cocking their head from side to side to inspect her dress, their erection pointed proudly towards Phoebe's waist, they eventually nod.

"You will grow to match their strength. We could have let you sleep longer but...already things are beginning to crest." Nature-Frey muses from their position on the rock. 'But you were cooked more than enough.' They add, before sex-Frey leans in, their lips against her ear. "And a little rare meat never hurt anyone, mm?"
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Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first
And as her melody she sang
Hearing them speak in unison like that sent a shiver down her spine. It was like hearing the most perfectly tuned birdsong, both unsettling and beautiful.

Well Phoebe sure hoped they wouldn't die, but she was well aware by now that her personal wants and desires could vary greatly from Frey's. They had a view of the world she could not even begin to imagine, and so she kept her thought to herself. Help things flourish and grow... Slowly the picture began to form in her mind as her divine friend dropped little hints here and there. Honey brown eyes widened, lips parting from shock as she stared at first nature-Frey then sex-Frey.

"You mean I'm a..." Demigod? She didn't dare even breathe the word. With sharp, painful clarity the image of Cian came to her mind - their conversation, his assumptions of the future. Had it really come to pass?? Briefly she turned her head to look at the chrysalis from which she had emerged. Why else would she had been 'cooking' in there? Had Frey simply wished to protect her for whatever reason, they could have whisked her off to their world. Instead...she evolved like a caterpillar that now stood in the world a butterfly.
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"Yes." Nature-Frey replies with a smile. Wrapping their arms around her, sex-Frey breathes a warm puff of air against her neck. "And now it is time for you to go out and experience the world anew. You have a lot of catching up to do honeybee." Could they simply impart the knowledge unto Phoebe? Absolutely. Would they? Absolutely not.

The newest demigod needed to hear about the landscape of the world in a language she would understand, from the lips of those she knew (or didn't). As far as Frey was concerned the smmary thus far was that the humans were fucking things up as per usual. Was it any more fine-grained than that? Probably. Did they care? Nope.

That's what Phoebe was for.

'You can start off in Torchline, since you know it best. Find your footing there.' So saying, Frey turned Phoebe in their arms, planting a kiss to her forward that would whisk her away into the warmth of Torchline.

~FIn and congratulations!


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