Prequel3-Firehair

1424, Evereska

Onys Kiirnodel​​​​​

It is the twins' 42nd year and the summer breezes blow over the high hills of Evereska. Onys sits, enjoying a book in the sunshine, seated in the open window of her bedroom, occasionally glancing up and out at what she can see from her vantage point. Placing her book face-down in her lap to stretch a little in the heat of the day, she catches motion from the corner of her eye. Nothing she can really pin down, just a sort of dot of flaming red passing up the lane nearby. Paying it no real mind, she lifts her tome again and picks up where she left off.

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys does her best to restrain the urge to run, having successfully completed the change of haircolor just a few hours after leaving Mina's bedside. She was glorious. She was incredible. She tasted like honey wine and brightness and Erys could swear, could absolutely swear, that she felt the touch of a Goddess in their bedchamber. She needed to learn, she needed to read, she needed to get every scrap of information she could about this fantastic entity who had just breathed on the back of her neck, just whispered a little blessing. To say she'd converted felt like an understatement. Erys was a new woman altogether. Mina said the Goddess was called Lady Firehair, but that's all she had to go on. She dyed her hair on the way home. And now… now she had to find her sister, both to share the details of a fantastic evening in bed once again and the revelation that it had given her.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys idly crosses, then uncrosses her legs. She squints. Was one of her feet actually longer than the other? She loses her train of thought with the book, instead now wondering what sort of cosmic joke it would be that something that basic were uneven. Then again, she could swear her left breast pointed slightly more to the side than the other. She frowned. Why could not the gods have perfected the symmetry of the elven form? She knew they were capricious, but this just seemed somehow irresponsible. A sudden clatter from downstairs steals her attention from her faintly-ridiculous musings. Was that Erys? Wasn't she off with a friend of some sort today?

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys burst into her sister's room with even more zeal than usual, immediately leaping in and shutting the door behind her. "What do you think? I have so much to tell you, Ona. What a couple of days it's been."

Onys Kiirnodel

Wholly startled out of her confused reverie, Onys starts in shock, her book sliding off her lap and out the window. She tries to grab at it and fails, then her head snaps back around to her sister, who has just burst in looking something like a lit match. "Era, what—-red? I wouldn't have thought that was your color…" She shakes her head and focuses on the priorities: when there's 'so much to tell' someone, it usually mostly consists of very bad news. "Is there trouble? Are you alright?"

Erys Kiirnodel

She giggles excitedly, stamping her feet in place and running over to finally get to her beloved sister, whom she's been dying to tell about all this since it began. "So you know that fucking idiot, Telruar?" She scoffs. "He's been running around for the last month apparently telling everyone that I'd finally accepted his engagement."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys swings her feet back into her room, slipping down from the windowsill to stand before her sister, a storm of rage passing over her features. "That filthy swine!"

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys nods once, grinning mischievously. "So, I started talking to his sister." Her grin widens because she can already tell her sister knows how the story goes but she definitely doesn't know the ending. "Mina. Mina, what a firecracker. Mina. And when I brought her to climax the first time? Something happened in that room, Ona. Something bright and wonderful and… Lady Firehair was with us, somehow, someway, I don't really understand it but she touched me and it was incredible, and Mina and I went at it with more passion than I've ever had with anyone."

Onys Kiirnodel

This actually appears to be several more steps in the process than Onys was prepared to follow at this point of a lazy summer day. "Wait, so first you bedded his sister…well, that would certainly douse his flames, but now you're talking…Firehair? Sune? The goddess? You had…I don't know, a visitation? What?"

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys nods wildly, convinced her sister understands. "A visitation! Yeah! She… she like touched me, here." She motions to the back of her neck. "It felt incredible at first but it only got more intense and… and I don't know, I feel like I don't know anything about this Goddess and like I desperately need to find as much information as I can as quickly as I can." But she pulls away a little, pulling her shoulders back to show off her new haircolor. "But I've already committed to the look. I want people to know they're talking to a disciple of a love Goddess."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys is stung with confusion. "E-Era, are you mad? You say you've been visited by a goddess and that you are her devotee when you know nothing of who or what she is? And not only that, she's…she's a human goddess!" Onys is, perhaps overstating the case, as there are certainly elves and half-elves already in Firehair's service, but Onys is well-read but somewhat sheltered. She has proprieties.

Erys Kiirnodel

"Oh, I may not yet know with words, sister of mine, but you'll have to forgive me. The lovely Mina I am sure, tried her hardest to explain, but I simply wouldn't give her voice any peace from crying out…" Erys giggles intensely, fluffing her hair once more with an exaggerated sense of pride. "What else? What else do you know? Do we have any books on Her?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys pushes one hand through her hair, almost squeezing at her skull, as if to contain the pressure within, staring at her enraptured sister. "Books…probably?" is about as far as she gets out. She shakes her head, trying to clear it. "She's a human deity of hedonism and lust, obsessed with appearances and decadence? And…something about how only beautiful things are good? I can barely remember the lessons we had on the other gods, it was so long ago."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys stops to think. Some of that certainly made sense. But some of it sounded wrong. Was her sister not a good source on this? That would be a change. "It was, it was, and I don't blame you, Ona. But… but… but… I don't know how to explain it, it's like I've finally found something really important, something that's mine, but something that's… going somewhere, too. It's the most bizarre feeling."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys finds herself slightly light-headed and she leans against the finely-carved wardrobe for balance. "I…see."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys takes a few breaths, closing her eyes as she exhales. She doesn't want to get on her sister's nerves. Not today. Not on the happiest day of her life. "Ona… I really want you with me on this. I love you. I've never known a greater love than the love I have for you, until today. I'm confused, and I'm scared, but it's… it's wonderful, Ona. Help me?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys nods. She can't do anything else, she couldn't tell her sister no, and she finds herself replying nigh-automatically. "…of course."

Erys Kiirnodel

Erys nods excitedly once again, smiling brightly. "Thank you, sister. I'll go get changed and then we can get started. However in the world you even begin to research such a thing." She threw her hands up in the air in mockery of the fact that she'd never cared before, and now it was wildly important. Immediately important. She headed out of her sister's room and into her own to get into something more comfortable.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys watches her sister depart in a flurry of vivacious energy, not having much of a reply for Erys's discovery. Moving almost as if she were made of glass and afraid she might shatter, she sat down on the stool in front of her vanity in the corner of the bedroom. There, unnoticed by most, sat a rough, oblong white stone, with pillars of aquamarine crystal rising from it, no more than a few inches high, but each an inch or so across, with a pair of candles to either side. And atop it… Onys reached out to touch the gold, heart-shaped pendant that sat atop the largest crystal, her own private, personal altar. "…what have I done wrong?" she asks the empty room.

Prequel3-Firehair

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