Prequel2-Girltalk

1403, Evereska.

Erys Kiirnodel

The sisters Kiirnodel had concluded the day's lessons and taken to their usual midday overlook. They perched high atop one of Evereska's many hills, watching the many other elves move about the place of their birth just 21 years prior. Though finally physically mature, they were still very young by elven standards. It was Erys who had been pushing her sister to spend more time together, and Onys who had identified the midday meal as the perfect opportunity. So they sat, and they ate, and they talked together. But today, Erys Kiirnodel, silver-haired and bright-eyed, swallowed the last bite of her meal and glanced excitedly in her sister's direction. "Ona. I'm gonna do it."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys, her midnight-blue hair piled untidily atop her head, pinned into place with two carved wooden sticks, looks up from her dessert, a small dish of teaberry jelly. "Hm?" she asks, momentarily distracted. She leans back for a moment, refocusing her attention on her sister. "What are you doing?"

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys leans forward, whispering, not that anyone was around to overhear the two of them, but to add that delightful sense of taboo allure that so thrilled her about the idea. "I'm going to take my first lover. Soon. Like, tonight, I hope." She immediately moves to dissuade what she believes will obviously be her sister's initial concern. "Don't worry, don't worry. I've been drinking the tea for a month now. It'll be totally safe. No subcentennial heirs, I promise."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys' eyes grow wide for a moment, but the surprise is quickly replaced by concern, even with the indication that the act will be unprocreative. "Era, I had no idea…I did not think you were walking out with anyone these days." She grins a little, her natural inclination to protect her sister replaced by her own fascination with the concept, and the young woman not entirely being above a juicy bit of gossip, even one she must keep secret. "So who have you been walking with? Do Atara and Avara know? Does their family know?" Ever the traditionalist, even as much as she shares some of her sister's proclivities, she assumes Erys is engaging in a semi-traditional elven courtship—-the sort of dalliances of the young that involve a long series of secret rendezvous and vast weights of parental disapproval before their more physical conflagrations.

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys giggles with excitement at her sister's interest in the topic, diving right in. "So, okay… Atara doesn't know. You know how she gets. But a few weeks ago, I asked Avara if she thought I was ready, and we had a really long talk about how to do things safely, how to make sure things are done properly… and even a little bit about how to, y'know, actually do it." She sighs with the relief of finally letting her sister in on her treasured secret. "The thing is… I haven't been going on walks. I've just been talking before classes to that frail little boy, Elen, who sits in the back row. And y'know, we've gotten kinda close… but he's never done it before, either. I don't think I want him to court me, or to court him myself. I just want… no pressure for our first time. Is that super weird?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys, obviously having no more experience than her sister, and in ways, even less, considers the relative weirdness, her reply trickling out as she processes it. "…maybe? I mean, it's certainly unconventional, but…" Onys blushes slightly. "…gods, I have no idea! It sounds like nothing any proper lady would do, but…" She gathers herself, sitting up straighter, tucking her feet under her and readjusting the lay of her dress. "…are you sure he would not rather court you? You may have him following you like a lost fawn until the end of days if that is his true aim."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys grins wide, blushing a little herself, scooting closer to her sister as her excitement continues to mount. "That's just the thing, right? Like… like it's so exciting that it's not going to be…" Erys looks to the sky for the word, her lips parting as she struggles to think of how best to describe a single night with Elen. "…proper. And, no, I've made perfectly clear that there's no offer of romance. One night together. That's it. He seemed just as relieved as I feel."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys settles back down from her upright stance, actually leaning up against her sister, shoulder to shoulder in the grass atop the hill.  "It's insane, it's intense, I can barely even contain…" She lifts one hand, holding it out in front of her for a moment. "Look at me, sister, I'm trembling. I can barely contain myself! And I'm not even…" Onys coughs. "I'm not even the one of us doing this."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys takes the hand in both of hers. "You've always looked out for me, Ona. But I promise you… it'll be perfectly safe and then I'll know. Because, sometimes I think about… the people in our classes. With me, with each other, with you, even… and it just makes me so happy. In a way that nothing else does." Erys squeezes, taking a breath to calm herself consciously before continuing. "…have you ever felt like that? Is there anyone you've ever fancied? Not… not as far as noble ascension or whatever. Physically."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys clasps Erys's hand between hers, a stack of four hands pressed together. She draws a deep breath and listens to the fire in her mind and in her body, imagination stoked further by the words "with you." "I…of course! Do you think me some unfeeling monster?" Her voice is quiet in the close space, even if said space is the top of an empty moor. "I've certainly been distracted by thoughts of dalliance…" She sighs. "Oh, who am I fooling? I am amazed I have not burnt holes in some of our classmates for staring too hard."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys giggles incessantly, delighted to affirm the bond of sisterhood even in this. "Okay, okay… let me guess… so obviously, let's see… you… are definitely into the smarter ones, yeah? Girls? Boys? Tell me. No, wait, don't." She closes her eyes, concentrating on a series of wishful thoughts over the past month as she waited to be certain her tea had taken effect and that she was safe to proposition Elen. "Definitely not Elen. Quiet, meek, frail, that's not what you like. It's not really what I like, either… but it's a unique opportunity." She thinks again, and again, and comes up empty. Suddenly and in defeat, she explains excitedly, "Alright, Gods be damned, let's hear it."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys stares at her feet for a moment, her mood slightly subdued, needing to drag the words out from a secret place, kept quiet, possibly for fear of judgement, more likely for fear of something entirely unknown. "I'm…not sure? As a little girl, sometimes we would play at knights and dragons, sometimes I would be the dragon or the princess, but sometimes as the knight rescuing the prince, other times, the princess. I think I assumed I would find my love with a woman, like Atara and Avara, but now that I am a woman…" She shrugs. "My moods seem like the passing weather, that one day I may need the hand of a man, the next, that of a woman. I can only say that the need itself remains far more constant."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys has to stop herself from leaping upward in joy, thoughts of being able to share this new part of her life with her sister, of scouting potential partners together, of helping one another get intendeds into the bedroom… "Ona, darling… it's exactly the same with me. Men and women are different, unique, and what I want from them is totally different, day to day to… night to night. But I want it so bad, Ona. All the time. Sometimes it's all I can think about even as Atara goes on and on about… I can't even remember what it was called. The Retreat? The Surrender? And I just keep picturing some… dashing rogue…" a grin stretches across her face again, blushing hotly but confessing all the same. "Making me surrender." Bursting into yet another fit of giggles at the admission.

Onys Kiirnodel

The correction is nigh-automatic, barely part of Onys's train of thought. Her thoughts are nowhere near as excited as Erys's, though. Where Erys sees opportunity, Onys does not. "Retreat. And…'a dashing rogue?' Really? Have we been dipping into the historical epics, sister?" She chuckles, letting go of Erys's hands and slipping an arm over her sister's shoulders. "I imagine at some point I will understand both what I want and what I need, but until then…" She trails off, not having a reasonable answer for her internal dilemmas.

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys nods in affirmation. Enjoying the closeness with Onys, letting a few moments pass between them just like this. Some part of her already aware that someday they would be adults, and be more distinct, and that in some way she was about to take the first step on another road. After a little time in silence, Erys stands, straightens her outfit, and in a not-entirely-serious gesture, curtsies to her sister. "My Lady Onys Kiirnodel, the virgin Lady Erys Kiirnodel bids you farewell."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys scrambles to her feet, seeing the simple joke for what it was, but nevertheless, in the emotionally-charged moment, she chokes back something like a sob and launches herself at Erys, wrapping her arms around her sister's back and holding on tightly. "Never say farewell, Era," she replies, voice cracking.

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys realizes she's miscalculated on her little joke instantly, wrapping her arms such that one hand ends up cradling the back of her sister's head, gently stroking her sister's hair in as comforting a gesture as she can imagine. "Of course not, Ona… Of course not… Nothing is ever going to keep us from one another. Not this, not anything. It's okay… it's okay… I'm so sorry… I misspoke."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys looks up slightly, cheek-to-cheek with her sister in their embrace. She's not sobbing, but her eyes aren't exactly dry. "It's okay, I'm just…I'm a mess, my humours are all out of balance. I know you're not leaving for real."

Erys Kiirnodel

"We're growing up, Ona. It's exciting." Squeeze. "And a little scary, yeah." Erys continued to comfort her sister, surprised at the reaction now that it was over but not at all interested in shaming or belittling Onys for it. "It'll be nice to have something to teach you about, for once."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys can't help but laugh at that, and in doing so, takes a tiny step back out of the embrace. "Please do! I await your first lesson." She grins ruefully. "Let me just pack up the remains of lunch and we can walk back together." She turns to gather the basket and pick up her shoes, carrying the former hung from an arm, the latter quickly slipped back on. "Shall we?"

Prequel2-Girltalk

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