Little Lost Priestess

Faern’ya smiled wryly and nodded. “It always seems to blindside you. At least, that’s been my experience. Thanks you. I –”

She broke off and laughed, shaking her head as she gently stroked the spirit’s snout. “Oh, I haven’t been one of HERS since the day I was born. My mother hoped I would be called by Mystra or Azuth.” She chuckled, and her hand glowed, not with healing energy, but with the feeling of acceptance and calm. “Instead, I was called by Jergal. A good thing, too. He has taught me that even those things that take us by surprise can be of use, as long as they are in accord with nature’s way.”

She crouched and put her hand on the ground, closed her eyes, and, after a moment, shuddered. “What has happened here, on the other hand, is not the way.” She stood, swaying as if she’d just sprinted a mile, and braced herself on her staff. “Twitch, honey?”

A spider, shaped like a black widow but with a white belly and blue back, and the size of a great dane, appeared from nowhere. She stroked behind its eyes, and it crouched, making happy crooning noises. “Bring me one of the humans in the noisy stinking machines. Alive, hon. You can have one for yourself if you want, but bring me one alive. I want to … talk … with him.”

The spider vanished again, and she looked up at the spirit. “Let’s see if we can find whoever is ordering them to do what they’ve done. I’ve often found that decapitation is faster and leaves less of a mess than chewing up the enemy starting at the feet and hands.”

She gave Faern’ya a curious look as she explained herself. Strange… Were times changing, or was this a unique phenomenon amongst the Drow? As far as the Spirit could recall, mortals who were gifted magics were usually gifted to them by the patrons they either worshipped or worked for. Strange indeed… 

The magics used weren’t what She expected - nothing of the restorative nature, at least in closing up physical wounds. Still, it changed the Spirit. Her antlers became less barbed, Her one visible eye glowing a softer orange instead of the harsh red. The calmness was clearly helping.

The Spirit’s snout moved away from Faern’ya’s hand as soon as the giant spider appeared. Was it perhaps one of those Phase Spiders She had heard tales of, back when She was mortal? It seemed to be so, as it disappeared once again. She’d never seen one before - they do not dwell within these woods. Not even when She was mortal.

At the mention of the spider, she nodded and looked into the distance. “Twitch... was barely old enough to control her bite when I found her in the ruins of my family’s home. I led her to one of the assassins hunting me, and she’s been with me ever since.” A tear trickles down her cheek and she rubs it away. “That’s what Lolth does to drow who don’t serve her. I live only because Jergal gives me the ability to protect myself.”

Faern’ya closed her eyes and took a deep breath at the growl, then slowly let it out while silently counting until the shaking stilled.

When the question came, she opened her eyes and held up a finger, while rooting in a pouch with her other hand until she came up with a folded sheet of paper.

“Honestly, I came up here looking for some herbs that don’t grow where I live. It’s kind of hard to look for them when the forest is suffering from rage, though.

“If you don’t mind, I’d also let Twitch - she’s my pet spider - join in the hunt. She’s very good at picking out individual targets, and they never see her until she’s right on top of them. That makes her perfect for removing the guilty without harming the innocent.”

She slowly reached out to the spirit, with her empty hand, and  added, “And I’d like it if you allow me to help with the pain. It’s strong enough that I can feel it, and I’m not even bound to your forest. If I can feel it, what’s it doing to those who are?”

She let out another growl, but this time it was full of curiosity. The held up piece of paper showed a drawing of an herb She was almost too familiar with - they grew by the dozens in Her domain. She also carefully nodded along at the mention of the spider called Twitch.

“It seems I may have… Misjudged you. Forgive me, Priestess. My wrath is not… commonplace. I’ve forgotten how blinding it can be. Regardless, I find your terms more than acceptable.”

The Spirit stared at the extended hand for a moment, her head tilting curiously.  

“I am… unsure that your goddess’ magic can help me,” She admitted, “For my life is directly tied to these woods… But I will accept nonetheless. It is clear to me that she smiles unto you favourably. Mayhaps for a moment, she can do the same for me.”

She broke off and laughed, shaking her head as she gently stroked the spirit’s snout. “Oh, I haven’t been one of HERS since the day I was born. My mother hoped I would be called by Mystra or Azuth.” She chuckled, and her hand glowed, not with healing energy, but with the feeling of acceptance and calm. “Instead, I was called by Jergal. A good thing, too. He has taugth me that even those things that take us by surprise can be of use, as long as they are in accord with nature’s way.”

She crouched and put her hand on the ground, closed her eyes, and, after a moment, shuddered. “What has happened here, on the other hand, is not the way.” She stood, swaying as if she’d just sprinted a mile, and braced herself on her staff. “Twitch, honey?”

A spider, shaped like a black widow but with a white belly and blue back, and the size of a great dane, appeared from nowhere. She stroked behind its eyes, and it crouched, making happy crooning noises. “Bring me one of the humans in the noisy stinking machines. Alive, hon. You can have one for yourself if you want, but bring me one alive. I want to ... talk ... with him.”

Her one visible eye narrowed as She eyed the drow suspiciously, letting out a guttural growl. The whole forest seemed to bellow with Her, with leaves shaking above them and the ground reverberating beneath their feet. A few birds even fluttered away, as if afraid to witness what could come to pass.

When the question came, she opened her eyes and held up a finger, while rooting in a pouch with her other hand until she came up with a folded sheet of paper.

“Honestly, I came up here looking for some herbs that don’t grow where I live. It’s kind of hard to look for them when the forest is suffering from rage, though.

“If you don’t mind, I’d also let Twitch - she’s my pet spider - join in the hunt. She’s very good at picking out individual targets, and they never see her until she’s right on top of them. That makes her perfect for removing the guilty without harming the innocent.”

{ @littlelostpriestess }{ my muse is having a superpower meltdown and is angrily destroying things with their powers. send “that’s enough! you can stop now!” for your muse to calm them down! }

“DO NOT PRESUME YOU CAN QUELL MY RAGE, PRIESTESS.”

The destruction of the forest had twisted the Forest Spirit, Her antlers resembling thorns more than branches, whilst Her hide looked like it was burnt, cracking and flaking with every step. A single red eye glowed from behind a blank wooden mask, though it did little to hide Her large sharpened teeth.

“LOOK AT WHAT THEY’VE DONE! THEY STOLE AS IF THEY HAD IMPUNITY! RIPPED ANCIENT TREES RIGHT OUT THE GROUND WITHOUT RESPECT FROM THE SOIL IN WHICH THEY GREW FROM!”

With unnatural speed, She closed the distance between Her and Faern'ya, Her deadly maw mere inches away.

Faern’ya watched Finley sit and waited for her to get comfortable, then took a deep breath.

“You don’t seem to be happy to be here, hon. Is it because I’m a woman? Do you think they miscategorized you? Were you hoping for a lion instead of a bear? I know it can’t be that you were surprised by being sent here, not if they gave you even half the preparation they gave me.” She leaned forward, steepled her hands, and studied her fox. “So what is bothering you?”

Finley watched her as she pursed her lips head cocked as she studied her with raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t either, huh?” She looked around, then laughed, turning purple under her ash-gray skin. ‘Well, OK, I didn’t have much other than my library and my shrine materials. i never had much interest in personal stuff.”

She tilted her head  and looked up at Finley thoughtfully, then shook her head. “Come on. Let’s go sit. It seems we need to talk sooner, rather than later.”

She headed for the library, not looking to see if Finley was following her, and took a seat in one of the chairs arranged in a reading group.

“No.” She said with a shake of her head as she looked at her with a cock of her head. Pushing her fingers through her hair she rose an eeybrow as she looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine.” She said mildly as she looked at her. Taking a slow breath she frowned as she looked around head cocked.

Faern’ya noticed her lamb watching her and smiled. “Hey. Seen  everything? I was about to head into the library while dinner cooks. Well, unless you’d rather I keep you company. Did you get everything moved in? For that matter, do you have anything  we should expect to follow you in a day or two?”

She wiped her hands on a towel and approached Finley, offering her hand. “If you want to go outside before sunset, I’ll need to grab my goggles. Otherwise, where to?”

Finley looked at her and shrugged noncommititally when she asked if she’d seen everything. When she said she was about to head to the library she rose an eyebrow. Licking her lips she pushed her fingers through her hair as she shrugged slightly. “I didn’t have much.” She said mildly.

She tilted her head  and looked up at Finley thoughtfully, then shook her head. “Come on. Let’s go sit. It seems we need to talk sooner, rather than later.”

The house they’d been assigned was actually pretty nice. There was a complete upper level with living room, kitchen, formal and casual dining rooms, a library, and a w.c.between the kitchen and living room. 

Then there was a lower level with a luxurious master suite that had a bedroom with a king sized bed and two dressing rooms, each with their own walk in closet, and a private bath with jacuzzi big enough for six and separate shower. Across the hall from the master suit were three smaller bedrooms with a full bath between them.

A door from the lower level led to a cavern with glowing crystals and fungus beds, a good twenty or thirty feet lower than the lower level, with a ceiling that glowed like stars, a pool with its own spring, a shrine with a skull holding a scroll in its jaws mounted above the altar, and was large enough one could host a family reunion in it.

At ground level, the house was surrounded by a meadow with fruit and nut trees, patches of herbs, a stream with a small waterfall and pond with fish in it, and a stone fence around the property.

Faern’ya left Finley entirely on her own to explore, while she stayed in the kitchen, cooking  and cheerfully singing.

The house was far nicer than she could ever think it was going to be. Looking around the room she licked her lips as she considered it with a cock of her head as she folded her arms over her chest.

She made her way through the rooms slowly. Tucking her hair behind her ear she looked around as she chewed on her lower lip frowning slightly as she looked around the rooms. She chewed on her lower lip as she heard her continue to cheerfully sing. 

Since her lamb hadn’t been forthcoming, Faern’ya decided to go ahead with what she had tentatively planned for dinner, took the roast she’d had marinating in a mushroom and wine sauce since the day before and put it in a roaster on a bed of root vegetables, covered it, and slid it into one of the ovens. While the roast was cooking, she cubed some bread and spread it on a sheet pan, then slid it into the other oven to toast while she started a pot of onion soup, then checked on the tiramisu to see if the lady fingers had finished soaking up the espresso yet.

All the while, she continued singing cheerfully, her voice  carrying the clear message that she was happy and enjoying what she was doing.

Finley frowned as she looked around the room. Taking it all in she cocked her head as she took a slow breath. It at least didn’t feel so odd. She pushed her fingers through her hair and frowned slightly. 

Then there was a lower level with a luxurious master suite that had a bedroom with a king sized bed and two dressing rooms, each with their own walk in closet, and a private bath with jacuzzi big enough for six and separate shower. Across the hall from the master suit were three smaller bedrooms with a full bath between them.

A door from the lower level led to a cavern with glowing crystals and fungus beds, a good twenty or thirty feet lower than the lower level, with a ceiling that glowed like stars, a pool with its own spring, a shrine with a skull holding a scroll in its jaws mounted above the altar, and was large enough one could host a family reunion in it.

At ground level, the house was surrounded by a meadow with fruit and nut trees, patches of herbs, a stream with a small waterfall and pond with fish in it, and a stone fence around the property.

“All right, then. See you at dinner, unless you decide to come by the kitchen before then.”

With that, Faern’ya vanished through the door and into the kitchen, from where the sound of her cheerful singing carries through the house.

Finley looked at her and frowned slightly as she licked her lips studying her with pursed lips.

Faern’ya stood and started for the door, then stopped before leaving the room. “Oh yes, before I do anything with dinner, do you have any dishes you prefer? I enjoy cooking, so if there’s something you like that I haven’t tried yet, I’ll consider it an enjoyable challenge.”

“I’m sorry, hon. You should give back your mind-reader’s certificate, because you failed so abysmally it’s as if you were deliberately trying to get it wrong.” Fae clapped her hands and laughed. “Oh! Was that what you were trying to do? Were you trying to get it so wrong that I’d be pissed off enough to do something to justify your attitude?” She tilted her head and looked into the distance for a moment, then shook it as she looked at Finley. “Nope. I’m afraid that didn’t work, for two reasons. First, I Really do care, and second, I’m not invested enough in my own ego to be pissed off by shots in the dark that are so painfully wrong.”

She picked up her wine, finished it, then gestured at the bottle. “Oh yes, since you saw me drink from it, you know it’s safe. I’m planning to have dinner around seven. If you want to join me, you can find me in the kitchen any time after five. Otherwise, explore the house as much as you like.”

Finley looked at her frowning slightly as she spoke eyes narrowing as she watched her. She scoffed nad rolled her eyes arms folding over her chest. She kicked her foot as she watched her frowning slightly. Tilting her head she looked her up and down lips pursed as she continued speaking. She rolled her eyes, there was no reason to justify her attitude. Because in her mind it was perfectly justified in and of itself. She hated this whole bright idea of making people get divided up. She looked at her and frowned slightly eyes narrowing as she studied her as she said she cared. “And why should I believe you that you care?” 

👀 – go down on/suck-off

Persephone was an anxious mess right about now, coming clean to her best friend/roommate about her predicament after a run in with hunters was bad enough, but this? This was a whole new level that she wasn't quite sure she had been prepared for. And yet, she couldn't deny it. The incredibly intense attraction she felt to Fae was reciprocated and one thing was very quickly leading to another thing.

“Hey, beautiful. How are you feeling? I didn’t hurt you last night, did I?”

Fae smiled and sank into a comfortable chair, picked up a glass of wine, and took a sip before speaking. “Based on that look on your face, I take it you’re a bit unhappy you were paired with me? Would it be because you were hoping for a man? Because I’m so small? Because I’m not human? Or are you just having a bad day today?”

She shrugs and puts down her glass, then leans forward and clasps her hands between her legs as she looks at Finley. “You know how this works, dear. Wouldn’t it be a lot easier if we were at least friends, so you can get some pleasure out of the experience?”

Finley watched her has she sank into a chair and picked up a glass of wine taking a sip. Head cocked she studied her frowning slightly as she spoke eyebrows raising as she spoke. Scoffing slightly she rolled her eyes as she pushed her fingers through her hair. She leaned back and stared over her shoulder as she refused to meet her gaze.

👀 – go down on/suck-off

Persephone was an anxious mess right about now, coming clean to her best friend/roommate about her predicament after a run in with hunters was bad enough, but this? This was a whole new level that she wasn't quite sure she had been prepared for. And yet, she couldn't deny it. The incredibly intense attraction she felt to Fae was reciprocated and one thing was very quickly leading to another thing.

She licked the side of her hand closest to herself while holding it for Sepphie to lick, and kept it there for as long as her girl continued licking, before tangling her clean hand in her tendrils and branches and holding her tight while she kissed her hungrily, as if nothing existed but her Sepphie and the kiss she was giving her, amid hungry, loving purrs and moans.

Just like that, she wasn’t even asking if she needed to be held, she was just taking care of her pet and making sure Sepphie felt her wrapped around her and holding her while she slept.

Faern'ya studied her assigned lamb and offered her hand. “Welcome to our home. I’m Faern'ya, your lioness.” She gestured toward the library. “Come on in. Let’s sit and get to know each other.”

@littlelostpriestess​

👀 – go down on/suck-off

Persephone was an anxious mess right about now, coming clean to her best friend/roommate about her predicament after a run in with hunters was bad enough, but this? This was a whole new level that she wasn't quite sure she had been prepared for. And yet, she couldn't deny it. The incredibly intense attraction she felt to Fae was reciprocated and one thing was very quickly leading to another thing.

She licked the side of her hand closest to herself while holding it for Sepphie to lick, and kept it there for as long as her girl continued licking, before tangling her clean hand in her tendrils and branches and holding her tight while she kissed her hungrily, as if nothing existed but her Sepphie and the kiss she was giving her, amid hungry, loving purrs and moans.

Just like that, she wasn’t even asking if she needed to be held, she was just taking care of her pet and making sure Sepphie felt her wrapped around her and holding her while she slept.