From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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09-01-2022, 02:34 AM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2022, 08:20 PM by Frey.)
Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
It had taken longer than anticipated to accomplish this task. Due greatly in part to her disappearance into the magical time warp garden. But now the Nightingale came on the last day of Flowerbirth, the child begotten due to this quest wrapped in a sling on her chest, a bag filled with items held in her hands.
She knelt in a patch of wildflowers in Meadowreach and laid out the offerings requested: soil from the Mourn and Tar Pits in one jar, water from Frey's Breath and the Sea of Glass in another, the set of sheets she and Harper had both worshipped Frey and begot Jude on, and the papaya she had picked from the Oerwoud.
Jude watched wide eyed, a fist stuck in his mouth and drool dripping over it. Phoebe smiled and kissed his head before kneeling to pray.
"Frey, I have brought all the things you asked for to make the baby garden and have chosen this spot for it to be planted."
1. Mix soil from the Mourn with soil from mud from the Tar Pits
Phoebe will feel a bouquet of fingers tickling up her back and slipping into her hair as Frey appears behind her. "Did you have a nice little getaway?" They wonder, voice rich and eyes full of laughter. "The garden must have thought you needed a holiday. It so rarely appears anymore, you know. " Pouting a touch, the deity shrugs as they step to Phoebe's side, reaching out their hands to pluck Jude away from her. However sexual they might appear to their demigod, to an innocent child they would be nothing more than a golden pillar of strength and safety.
"Of all the places you might have chosen...this is a very good place my sweet one. Well done."
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
A tingle ran down her spine as Frey's fingers worked their way up to her hair. "It was beautiful while it lasted." she said. But at what cost? A year with her child? Losing Harper? The coin was as two sided as Frey themselves. She turned her head and there appeared Frey, looking ever like Harper's perfected visage. Frey's allure was there as always, but they pulled on broken heartstrings too.
Still, she was happy to pass Jude over to Frey, trusting them as much as she did. Jude on his part looked up at Frey wide eyed, then grinned and waved his arms, fingers curling around whaf Phoebe imagined must be hair. He had a penchant for tugging on that. "I was excited for you to meet him." she said with a warm smile. She had wanted a child longer than she had even known Frey, and now at last her dream was realized.
The demigoddess looked around the meadow and smiled. "I'm glad you approve." she said. It seemed the most fitting place, safe from predators where unicorns roamed freely. Little baby buds amongst the flora would be the perfect addition.
The apple into blossom burst To life the grass and violets sprang
'Don't frown, poppet, or you'll get wrinkles so deep I'll have to fill them in with honey." Frey titters. "Besides, you know what they say about setting things free and about what comes back." Such was the extent of their thoughts on Phoebe's heartbreak, especially with Jude serving as such a cute and delicious distraction in their arms.
'Well then, I suppose we should get down it, mmm?" Needing their full concentration and Phoebe's assistance as well, Frey plopped baby Jude down onto a shockingly large flower which had grown nearby. The petals curled around the boy's body to keep him close, while the stem twisted and swayed to comfortably rock him.
"Start spreadin' that soil sweetlips and I'll follow behind with the seeds."
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
Phoebe managed a small smile and nodded. "You're right." They were always right, which was no surprise to her. Frey was a god. No one but their brethren could compete with their insight.
She grinned though to see Jude in his little flower bassinet. It was truly adorable and perfect given the task at hand. Jude for his part cackled and patted the petals.
The demigoddess rose with a nod, picking up the jar of soil and began spreading it on the ground to form a patch of earth, breaking up clumps with her hands to cover as much ground as possible. And none would be wasted as the soil slipped off her hands without a trace onto the ground, her glamour effect even helping the process.
The apple into blossom burst To life the grass and violets sprang
Following behind, Frey began to seed. The papaya seeds multiplied beneath their fingers, and where they scattered the seeds quite haphazardly, small blooms already began to sprout and wave thirstily at the sun. "Now my little bird, give them each a drink." They waggle their fingers distractedly towards the water Phoebe had brought, before reaching for her and Harper's sex sheets with a slightly raised brow.
Saying nothing at all, the deity grinned and began to flap the sheet as if trying to straighten it out. As they did so, it grew and grew and grew, becoming the size of a small cloud. When at least they released it, it settled upon the meadow with a warm sigh, disappearing into the ground.
"There now. Any who cum here with the intention of having a child can do so. And for those who perhaps are not even inclined to do that, a simple desire to procreate will be enough."
Meadowreach now has the following property:
Baby Patch | Regardless of sex or gender, any couples who engage in sexual activity in the meadow with the intention of having a child, will find one grown for them. They take the same amount of time to grow as those developed in wombs, but must be cared for in specific ways. If you would like to make a baby via this method, speak with an admin. For characters uninterested in sexual reproduction, the intention to have a child is enough.
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
Phoebe gladly followed Frey's instructions to a 'T', using the mixed water to give each little bud a drink. It was always awe inspiring to see Frey work, and this was no exception. First the flower bassinet, then the sudden sprouts, all followed by a cloud sized sheet that settled into the ground that had been laid out.
As they spoke to her again, she listened intently with a warm smile. "This will be life changing for so many, Frey. Thank you for making it possible." As a midwife, she thought parenthood should be free to all, and should the war prove devastating for the nonascended, then it would provide the much needed repopulation effort in a more comfortable way than Northaven had been.
The apple into blossom burst To life the grass and violets sprang
"Couldn't have done it with you, sweet lips." Frey replied, their smile just as golden as any of Harper's had ever been. "But we have more to discuss than just making babies. Come." So saying they opened their arms to her, gesturing her close.
"While you were on your walkabout in the garden, I set Sunjata out on a little task of his own. He's been working on creating a haven so that when this ridiculous war begins to climax, those with half a brain rattling about their skulls will have a place of safety to go. Like a coccon, before opening again after the dust has settled." Letting their fingers glide over Phoebe's shoulders, Frey tilts their head.
"Of course Vi will send his hero, as will the rest of them. But you my golden treat, do not belong around such violence. Not unless you want to fill that hole in your heart with blood rather than something sweeter." As with most things, they would not choose for Phoebe. She could stay and fight, or she could go elsewhere. 'There is every chance you will die if you choose to fight, but there are things worse than death, of course.'
09-02-2022, 07:45 PM (This post was last modified: 09-02-2022, 07:46 PM by Phoebe.)
Phoebe
the nightingale
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
Phoebe looked surprised. Sunjata had gone to Frey? Didn't he have an affinity for Safrin? Nevermind that, the fact that Sunjata was doing something productive for the greater good was more shocking than spending a year in a time warp garden! So shocking in fact that Phoebe couldn't help but blurt, "There is a second Sunjata out there, right?" The likelihood was zero to none but she couldn't help it!
But Frey's next words surprised her most. As a demigod, she expected Frey to want her to represent them. Sure she wasn't as powerful as the others but she could at least heal...but then what did she know of war? Nothing. And Frey had seen this already play out once before, which had been so devestating the gods went to extremes to end it. She glanced down at her hands, then over to her baby in the flower bassinet. Frey wouldn't tell her this without good cause. They had always looked out for her and her whole wellbeing. So she looked back up at them and nodded. "I will go to the place you and Sunjata have built. Surely I can still do some good there." she said, choosing to follow her beloved Frey's advice.
The apple into blossom burst To life the grass and violets sprang
"Our Flood has changed poppet. Perhaps you should make his acquaintance anew. He's one of mine now. That makes the pair of you bosom buddies." They offer the Nightengale a wolfish smile as they waggle their eyebrows.
"I'm sure you can. If nothing else, at least this world will have something pretty to look at once everything else is turned to ash and ruin, mmm?" Reaching down, they raise Phoebe's chin with one of their fingers before leaning forward to press their lips softly against hers. "Everything will turn out in the end." They soothe, knowing well the extent of the heartache she was masking and the difficult road that was before her.
"Find the beauty and the pleasure is this world, and fuck everything else, yes?"
The nightingale appear'd the first And as her melody she sang
Bosom buddies. The very thought sent a shudder down her spine. It seemed she would have no choice but to meet Sunjata anew...however reluctantly that might be.
But the compliment from Frey had her smiling again. It was high praise to be called pretty by the god who valued beauty so highly. "Hopefully that will be all the world needs." she said.
The kiss was a surprise but not unwelcome, yet tears threatened in her eyes, knowing exactly what their words were about. "You are always right." she said with a sad smile, as much to Frey as to herself. Frey was always right. Everything would turn out because Frey was always right.
Their final statement elicited a laugh though, and she smiled truly at her dear friend. "I'll try to do just that." she promised before the diety disappeared into the ether once more.
{FIN}
The apple into blossom burst To life the grass and violets sprang
