Cortla-the-diver

@deep-diving-webbing

She/Her, travelling half-Weaver half-Nosk that loves to seek out treasures underwater. Willing to be asked about my Nosk half, but please be kind about it. (OOC: This is my first ever role-play blog, so I may make mistakes sometimes. Please let me know if I do!)

470 posts

Hello all, I am Cortla, someone told me to get a...tumblr blog, since I was in the Pharloom area. I do hope that the common courtesy that I know of still extends here, but just in case I will be setting some ground rules:

NO NSFW: I am not interested, nor will I ever be, in such things, and would like to avoid the topic.

SPOILERS ARE FINE: I have been to many places, but Pharloom has not been one of them until now, so do not be afraid to fill me in on recent or past news.

NO MISGENDERING: I go by she/her pronouns, and do not wish to have that fact mistaken. With that in mind, if I accidentally misgender someone, please let me know so I can correct myself.

BE RESPECTFUL: I do not wish to see any others being disrespected on this blog, do so and I will find you and web you to the ceiling.

ASKS ARE WELCOME: I will gladly answer most asks, but do be aware that I can be quite busy some days, so I may not get around to it for some time.

My tags:

[Casting my web]: answering asks

[Floating along]: casual posts

[Storms on the horizon]: lore posts

[Rouge waves]: chatting with other bugs

[OOC]: this should be obvious, but out of character.

[Silly string]: unserious, funny posts, but might still have true reactions and information.

Storyline tags:

[Key to the past]: finished

[Puzzling Plant]: ongoing (revealed info about the mystery plant: grows tubers, likes loam or sandy soil, Austalian native species)

New babies!!:

Lazuli, a baby Wyrm (they/them, uses purple text):

Ronda, a baby Nosk (they/them, uses blue text):

And Lilith, a living plush (Poppy Playtime crossover) [she/her, uses pink text]:

Flutters the Silkfly is also here, their speech will be in slashes (like this /sample text\. Also note that Flutters can't make noise, and their "speech" is Cortla reading their thoughts)

Flutters:

Combat information:

I will add anything else as the need comes (OOC: if I missed anything or did something wrong, let me know! This is my first ever roleplay blog)

#pharloomblr #roleplay blog #oc roleplay #first time doing this #let me know if im doing anything wrong or missing something!!! I probably just missed it!

What's your favorite color?

*Cortla was watching her kids play with their new Nerf guns when she saw the ask. She takes a moment to think before answering.*

That's something of a hard question for me... greens remind me of my tribe, and white reminds me of my dad... but if I had to choose a favourite...

Deep blue. It reminds me of the deep waters I used to dive in back before I was washed away here... the creatures down there were always weird, and I needed to use a specific spell to get that deep, but...

It was peaceful, in its own way... I almost miss it.

#pharloomblr #roleplay blog #oc roleplay #[casting my web]

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

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Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

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*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

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...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

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...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

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*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

Pavo just looks depressed. He lets Cortla continue without a word of his own.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla places one of her claws on his back, trying to show support.*

...the Weavers ended up coming up with a plan: they knew that she could be lured into sleep with songs, and said songs could also be used to activate runes. So what if they made one, giant resonating chamber, and had the best of the best keep on singing a song to put her under?

So that's what they did. They built the Citadel, a giant city made to carry sound, and said that it was in her honour. They dried up the kingdom of Karak, to make sure only the best got through, and said it was to weed out the sinners.

Eventually, they completed the runes and spells needed, and the trap was sprung. The Grand Mother was sent into slumber, right in the centre of the Citadel, above them all, trapped in a cage of Silk and spells.

...

*Even Cortla looks depressed at the next part.*

...it was all for nothing. She was still conscious, even asleep, and was actively trying to break out. This led the Weavers to flee before she could get to them.

...I know less about the rest of it, but from what I know, the people of the Citadel began to forget why they sang.

They started to think that they were better than others, and where the Weavers had made four castes — the Architects, the Conductors, the Vaultkeepers, and the Workers — the newer generations tore down the statues of the last, and dubbed them Underworkers: they toil day in, day out, in smog and rust and around the dead bodies of their fellows, all for a single rosary a week...

They forgot what exactly they kept at bay.

*Cortla is quiet for a while, seemingly collecting herself.*

...one day, they learnt of the healing properties of Silk, and began experimenting on those they deemed lower to try and extend their own lifespans.

They eventually ran out of Silk, and started looking for more. And wouldn't you know it?

There was a massive, glowing source of Silk, right above them, in the centre of their Citadel of Song...

...I think you can guess the rest.

*Her voice is small by the end of the tale, a quiet mourning in her tone.*

Pavo looks appalled and looks at his hat. It was all a lie. His entire life...everything he worked for. It was all for a lie. His expression is blank. He is completely quiet. That's the truth of Pharloom. His holy song led only to pain. Then why sing?

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla can sense Pavo's distress, and though she had anticipated it, it still hurt.*

...listen. Even though the Citadel lied, it isn't the end of things. Tell me, when people went through Bellhart, why would you welcome them?

"Because it's my job. Because it's my holy duty. And because I like it. What do I do now that I know I'm greeting them to doom?"

deep-diving-webbing

Well, for one, I've heard of several projects to try and improve the Citadel: adding guard rails and other safety implements to the Underworks, trying to rejuvenate the places that the Citadel destroyed.

Things can get better, if you try.

*Cortla pauses, trying to word the next part properly.*

...from what it sounds like, you weren't just greeting people because it was your job: you did it because you wished for them to be happy and healthy, you did it to spread joy.

You now know the origins of the Citadel, yes, but does that change those facts? At the end of the day, you just want others to be happy, so why not continue to do so?

If you want my advice? Try singing songs that have double meanings, like, well...

*She wracks her brain for a moment before remembering the right song, at which point she starts to sing.*

Hunting trails, and those that fail,

Throughout the shadowed night~

Walk your path, and face their wrath,

For no warrior runs away~

Stand upright, and stand uptight,

Until the dawn brings the light~

Find your way, and don't be swayed,

For there's still prey to be slayed~

*She finishes the song.*

That song was often sung around a particular kingdom that my tribe stayed away from. At the surface level, it just warns of the dangers in the wilds around said kingdom, but when you dig a bit deeper, it also warns travellers who make it to said kingdom.

The kingdom had a staggering amount of thieves and other criminals, so the song also warned travellers of them.

Pavo had not expected her to sing.

"Oh, a nice song. I think I need to recover though. I just want to go home. All this knowledge is rough. Thank you for telling me though." Pavo rises from his seat.

"Goodbye."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gives a somewhat sad smile.*

I understand. Having your worldview shattered is harsh. Please do your best not to isolate, though, yeah? I've seen too many people spiral downwards because they didn't reach out.

"I won't. Thank you though. For telling me the truth."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla just gives another sad smile.*

Safe travels, Pavo.

#(ooc: going to sleep now!)#(I have work in the morning)

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Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

deep-diving-webbing

...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

Pavo just looks depressed. He lets Cortla continue without a word of his own.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla places one of her claws on his back, trying to show support.*

...the Weavers ended up coming up with a plan: they knew that she could be lured into sleep with songs, and said songs could also be used to activate runes. So what if they made one, giant resonating chamber, and had the best of the best keep on singing a song to put her under?

So that's what they did. They built the Citadel, a giant city made to carry sound, and said that it was in her honour. They dried up the kingdom of Karak, to make sure only the best got through, and said it was to weed out the sinners.

Eventually, they completed the runes and spells needed, and the trap was sprung. The Grand Mother was sent into slumber, right in the centre of the Citadel, above them all, trapped in a cage of Silk and spells.

...

*Even Cortla looks depressed at the next part.*

...it was all for nothing. She was still conscious, even asleep, and was actively trying to break out. This led the Weavers to flee before she could get to them.

...I know less about the rest of it, but from what I know, the people of the Citadel began to forget why they sang.

They started to think that they were better than others, and where the Weavers had made four castes — the Architects, the Conductors, the Vaultkeepers, and the Workers — the newer generations tore down the statues of the last, and dubbed them Underworkers: they toil day in, day out, in smog and rust and around the dead bodies of their fellows, all for a single rosary a week...

They forgot what exactly they kept at bay.

*Cortla is quiet for a while, seemingly collecting herself.*

...one day, they learnt of the healing properties of Silk, and began experimenting on those they deemed lower to try and extend their own lifespans.

They eventually ran out of Silk, and started looking for more. And wouldn't you know it?

There was a massive, glowing source of Silk, right above them, in the centre of their Citadel of Song...

...I think you can guess the rest.

*Her voice is small by the end of the tale, a quiet mourning in her tone.*

Pavo looks appalled and looks at his hat. It was all a lie. His entire life...everything he worked for. It was all for a lie. His expression is blank. He is completely quiet. That's the truth of Pharloom. His holy song led only to pain. Then why sing?

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla can sense Pavo's distress, and though she had anticipated it, it still hurt.*

...listen. Even though the Citadel lied, it isn't the end of things. Tell me, when people went through Bellhart, why would you welcome them?

"Because it's my job. Because it's my holy duty. And because I like it. What do I do now that I know I'm greeting them to doom?"

deep-diving-webbing

Well, for one, I've heard of several projects to try and improve the Citadel: adding guard rails and other safety implements to the Underworks, trying to rejuvenate the places that the Citadel destroyed.

Things can get better, if you try.

*Cortla pauses, trying to word the next part properly.*

...from what it sounds like, you weren't just greeting people because it was your job: you did it because you wished for them to be happy and healthy, you did it to spread joy.

You now know the origins of the Citadel, yes, but does that change those facts? At the end of the day, you just want others to be happy, so why not continue to do so?

If you want my advice? Try singing songs that have double meanings, like, well...

*She wracks her brain for a moment before remembering the right song, at which point she starts to sing.*

Hunting trails, and those that fail,

Throughout the shadowed night~

Walk your path, and face their wrath,

For no warrior runs away~

Stand upright, and stand uptight,

Until the dawn brings the light~

Find your way, and don't be swayed,

For there's still prey to be slayed~

*She finishes the song.*

That song was often sung around a particular kingdom that my tribe stayed away from. At the surface level, it just warns of the dangers in the wilds around said kingdom, but when you dig a bit deeper, it also warns travellers who make it to said kingdom.

The kingdom had a staggering amount of thieves and other criminals, so the song also warned travellers of them.

Pavo had not expected her to sing.

"Oh, a nice song. I think I need to recover though. I just want to go home. All this knowledge is rough. Thank you for telling me though." Pavo rises from his seat.

"Goodbye."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gives a somewhat sad smile.*

I understand. Having your worldview shattered is harsh. Please do your best not to isolate, though, yeah? I've seen too many people spiral downwards because they didn't reach out.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

deep-diving-webbing

...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

Pavo just looks depressed. He lets Cortla continue without a word of his own.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla places one of her claws on his back, trying to show support.*

...the Weavers ended up coming up with a plan: they knew that she could be lured into sleep with songs, and said songs could also be used to activate runes. So what if they made one, giant resonating chamber, and had the best of the best keep on singing a song to put her under?

So that's what they did. They built the Citadel, a giant city made to carry sound, and said that it was in her honour. They dried up the kingdom of Karak, to make sure only the best got through, and said it was to weed out the sinners.

Eventually, they completed the runes and spells needed, and the trap was sprung. The Grand Mother was sent into slumber, right in the centre of the Citadel, above them all, trapped in a cage of Silk and spells.

...

*Even Cortla looks depressed at the next part.*

...it was all for nothing. She was still conscious, even asleep, and was actively trying to break out. This led the Weavers to flee before she could get to them.

...I know less about the rest of it, but from what I know, the people of the Citadel began to forget why they sang.

They started to think that they were better than others, and where the Weavers had made four castes — the Architects, the Conductors, the Vaultkeepers, and the Workers — the newer generations tore down the statues of the last, and dubbed them Underworkers: they toil day in, day out, in smog and rust and around the dead bodies of their fellows, all for a single rosary a week...

They forgot what exactly they kept at bay.

*Cortla is quiet for a while, seemingly collecting herself.*

...one day, they learnt of the healing properties of Silk, and began experimenting on those they deemed lower to try and extend their own lifespans.

They eventually ran out of Silk, and started looking for more. And wouldn't you know it?

There was a massive, glowing source of Silk, right above them, in the centre of their Citadel of Song...

...I think you can guess the rest.

*Her voice is small by the end of the tale, a quiet mourning in her tone.*

Pavo looks appalled and looks at his hat. It was all a lie. His entire life...everything he worked for. It was all for a lie. His expression is blank. He is completely quiet. That's the truth of Pharloom. His holy song led only to pain. Then why sing?

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla can sense Pavo's distress, and though she had anticipated it, it still hurt.*

...listen. Even though the Citadel lied, it isn't the end of things. Tell me, when people went through Bellhart, why would you welcome them?

"Because it's my job. Because it's my holy duty. And because I like it. What do I do now that I know I'm greeting them to doom?"

deep-diving-webbing

Well, for one, I've heard of several projects to try and improve the Citadel: adding guard rails and other safety implements to the Underworks, trying to rejuvenate the places that the Citadel destroyed.

Things can get better, if you try.

*Cortla pauses, trying to word the next part properly.*

...from what it sounds like, you weren't just greeting people because it was your job: you did it because you wished for them to be happy and healthy, you did it to spread joy.

You now know the origins of the Citadel, yes, but does that change those facts? At the end of the day, you just want others to be happy, so why not continue to do so?

If you want my advice? Try singing songs that have double meanings, like, well...

*She wracks her brain for a moment before remembering the right song, at which point she starts to sing.*

Hunting trails, and those that fail,

Throughout the shadowed night~

Walk your path, and face their wrath,

For no warrior runs away~

Stand upright, and stand uptight,

Until the dawn brings the light~

Find your way, and don't be swayed,

For there's still prey to be slayed~

*She finishes the song.*

That song was often sung around a particular kingdom that my tribe stayed away from. At the surface level, it just warns of the dangers in the wilds around said kingdom, but when you dig a bit deeper, it also warns travellers who make it to said kingdom.

The kingdom had a staggering amount of thieves and other criminals, so the song also warned travellers of them.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

deep-diving-webbing

...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

Pavo just looks depressed. He lets Cortla continue without a word of his own.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla places one of her claws on his back, trying to show support.*

...the Weavers ended up coming up with a plan: they knew that she could be lured into sleep with songs, and said songs could also be used to activate runes. So what if they made one, giant resonating chamber, and had the best of the best keep on singing a song to put her under?

So that's what they did. They built the Citadel, a giant city made to carry sound, and said that it was in her honour. They dried up the kingdom of Karak, to make sure only the best got through, and said it was to weed out the sinners.

Eventually, they completed the runes and spells needed, and the trap was sprung. The Grand Mother was sent into slumber, right in the centre of the Citadel, above them all, trapped in a cage of Silk and spells.

...

*Even Cortla looks depressed at the next part.*

...it was all for nothing. She was still conscious, even asleep, and was actively trying to break out. This led the Weavers to flee before she could get to them.

...I know less about the rest of it, but from what I know, the people of the Citadel began to forget why they sang.

They started to think that they were better than others, and where the Weavers had made four castes — the Architects, the Conductors, the Vaultkeepers, and the Workers — the newer generations tore down the statues of the last, and dubbed them Underworkers: they toil day in, day out, in smog and rust and around the dead bodies of their fellows, all for a single rosary a week...

They forgot what exactly they kept at bay.

*Cortla is quiet for a while, seemingly collecting herself.*

...one day, they learnt of the healing properties of Silk, and began experimenting on those they deemed lower to try and extend their own lifespans.

They eventually ran out of Silk, and started looking for more. And wouldn't you know it?

There was a massive, glowing source of Silk, right above them, in the centre of their Citadel of Song...

...I think you can guess the rest.

*Her voice is small by the end of the tale, a quiet mourning in her tone.*

Pavo looks appalled and looks at his hat. It was all a lie. His entire life...everything he worked for. It was all for a lie. His expression is blank. He is completely quiet. That's the truth of Pharloom. His holy song led only to pain. Then why sing?

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla can sense Pavo's distress, and though she had anticipated it, it still hurt.*

...listen. Even though the Citadel lied, it isn't the end of things. Tell me, when people went through Bellhart, why would you welcome them?

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

deep-diving-webbing

...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

Pavo just looks depressed. He lets Cortla continue without a word of his own.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla places one of her claws on his back, trying to show support.*

...the Weavers ended up coming up with a plan: they knew that she could be lured into sleep with songs, and said songs could also be used to activate runes. So what if they made one, giant resonating chamber, and had the best of the best keep on singing a song to put her under?

So that's what they did. They built the Citadel, a giant city made to carry sound, and said that it was in her honour. They dried up the kingdom of Karak, to make sure only the best got through, and said it was to weed out the sinners.

Eventually, they completed the runes and spells needed, and the trap was sprung. The Grand Mother was sent into slumber, right in the centre of the Citadel, above them all, trapped in a cage of Silk and spells.

...

*Even Cortla looks depressed at the next part.*

...it was all for nothing. She was still conscious, even asleep, and was actively trying to break out. This led the Weavers to flee before she could get to them.

...I know less about the rest of it, but from what I know, the people of the Citadel began to forget why they sang.

They started to think that they were better than others, and where the Weavers had made four castes — the Architects, the Conductors, the Vaultkeepers, and the Workers — the newer generations tore down the statues of the last, and dubbed them Underworkers: they toil day in, day out, in smog and rust and around the dead bodies of their fellows, all for a single rosary a week...

They forgot what exactly they kept at bay.

*Cortla is quiet for a while, seemingly collecting herself.*

...one day, they learnt of the healing properties of Silk, and began experimenting on those they deemed lower to try and extend their own lifespans.

They eventually ran out of Silk, and started looking for more. And wouldn't you know it?

There was a massive, glowing source of Silk, right above them, in the centre of their Citadel of Song...

...I think you can guess the rest.

*Her voice is small by the end of the tale, a quiet mourning in her tone.*

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

deep-diving-webbing

...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

"I'm a sucker for history. Start from the beginning."

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla gets comfortable on the floor, and begins the story.*

Okay, so: a super long time ago, before the Citadel was even a concept, a Pale Being formed. This being would eventually take on the name Grand Mother Silk, and during her time, she ruled with an iron fist.

The thing to remember about Pale Beings is that they don't naturally care for others, not really. Their instinct is to subjugate all those weaker than them and make said other worship them, and as for any who match or are stronger?

They fight them off, either forcing them away or killing them.

This is what happened with the Weavers: she had found out about Pharlids, and used her Silk to forcibly change their bodies and give them minds. That's how Weavers were created.

The problems came when she couldn't stop her Pale instincts from mixing with her motherly ones, which ended up making her controlling.

Wanted kids? Nope, got punished for even thinking it. Wanted a break from playing songs all day? Nope, punished because that meant they weren't worshipping her! Want her to stop treating you like a literal infant? Nope, now you're brain-dead!

Eventually, the Weavers had enough, and set to planning. They realised the only way to get her to stop?

Was to trap her, and force her to sleep forever. Needless to say, this isn't an easy task, especially when trying to do it to a Pale Being.

*Cortla sighs.*

...this is where it gets bad...

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Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

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*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

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*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

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...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

"My day's already ruined with what I now know." Pavo picks up Ronda and pets their soft back for comfort.

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...

*She sighs and looks to Flutters. The Silkfly gives a hard-to-see nod. She walks over to her nest, grabbing a pillow for him to hold instead. When she returns, she hands it to him and turns to Ronda.*

Ronda, hun, could you and the rest of your siblings head off into another room please? Me and Pavo need to talk about some things.

*Once all the kids leave, Cortla turns back to Pavo.*

...would you like to start from the beginning, or from the easiest parts?

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

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*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

"Maybe? There could be trauma involved, yes. I don't think that explains her sexual desires, but at least why she doesn't like my reverence. I did sorta act like she was a god."

Pavo thinks for a moment, then speaks softly.

"The monarch did the Haunting, didn't she? I've been scared of believing that."

deep-diving-webbing

...yes, yes she did.

*Cortla sighs, the last vestiges of what the Grand Mother had done seeming to fade.*

There is more to it than just that, though. The tale of what led to the Haunting goes back to before the Citadel... it is not the kind of tale you want to hear if you don't want your day ruined...

*She sighs again.*

I won't ruin your day with said tale.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

Pavo nods, understanding. Lazuli didn't really have limbs to write with after all. He goes and takes a seat.

"I'll update you on my life a little. I had a date with a giant metal Conductor named Isabella. She was a bit freaky, like, who moans while eating cookies? I brought some for you and the kids."

Pavo gives Cortla a case of Polip-petal buttercookies.

"We had fun though, and we're going fishing next time. I don't think a relationship is gonna work, she doesn't seem to like how religious I am. Can you believe it? She: a Conductor, doesn't like my devotion? Sorry, I'm ranting."

deep-diving-webbing

It's fine, I don't mind the ranting.

*Cortla takes the case of cookies, holding it out of reach of Lilith.*

No honey, you can't have these yet. We can have them for dessert when we have dinner.

*As Cortla listens to Pavo talk, she thinks. It takes a moment, but she comes up with a theory.*

Pavo, do you think it may have something to do with her past experiences? Think about it: Conductors are quite high in the hierarchy of the Citadel, if I'm remembering correctly, so it would take something pretty bad for one to leave, yes?

...there are some things that happened in the Citadel, things that I know you don't want to hear. I won't tell you, since I don't think you're ready for it yet, but know that it's true story goes further back than you'd think.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

"Oh, maybe you're right. Of the gods I met, only being Peam, I have a good experience. But, you seem in a good mood, and nice plants you're growing."

Pavo looks at the plants and waters them a little. Then he turns his attention to the children.

"Do you know how to read and write?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Ronda is the first to speak.*

Mama... teaching us t-to... read firsst.

*Cortla nods at this, moving to check on some oddly silvery-blue sprouts.*

Yeah, since Lazuli is going to have issues with writing, I figured I'd teach them all how to read first.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

"There are more than one Pale Being. I know about our glorious monarch, don't speak ill of her. I am devout. I think there's even another Pale Being here in Bellhart. She's a little moth named Peam. I taught her to read."

Pavo motions, wanting an invitation to go inside.

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla moves aside, motioning for him to go inside.*

I've met her personally, trust me, the world gets a whole lot better when you realise that even Pale Beings can make mistakes.

deep-diving-webbing

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

"Ooh! A garden?! Wait, what pale being?" Pavo asks and bows down to greet the kids. It's been a while since they met, so there was a lot to talk about.

deep-diving-webbing

Yep! An ally tribe that lived in the shadow of a massive mountain came up with a rune to help grow plants without natural light! I learnt it a while ago, so I've been using it to grow some plants indoors.

*Cortla blinks when she realises Pavo doesn't know about the resident Pale Being.*

Oh, I thought you knew... there's a Pale Being that lives at the top of the Citadel. She isn't... the best, really, and is known to be overbearing and controlling. She is also known to get quite... upset when things don't go her way.

Needless to say, I figured that not making her mad would be a good idea, and I needed something of a break from the stress anyways, so it worked out!

Cortla hadn't been seen in Bellhart for a little while, so Pavo decided to go down and check if she was fine. He knocks on her door, then waits.

@greeter-pavo

*It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Cortla opens the door. When she does, she is covered in dirt.*

Sorry about the mess, Ronda got into my spare garden soil, so I've been cleaning that up.

*Despite her words, there doesn't seem to be any traces of annoyance, not even a sigh.

Flutters appears behind her, and after a few moments, she whips around to face them.*

Hey! First off, I wasn't going to risk angering the Pale Being known to get mad quickly. Second off, I needed the break anyways!

#pharloomblr #roleplay blog #oc roleplay #[rouge waves]#[casting my web]

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*Cortla was drawing circles on pieces of fabric when she had a sudden thought:

"I never told the Pale Being about what mother did"

She winces to herself, sighing deeply before placing the fabric down and closing her eyes. A moment later, Grand Mother Silk feels a presence reach out to her.*

Grand Mother Silk? I believe there is... a few things you need to know about my mother...

@deep-diving-webbing

The grand lady was attending to her robotic hostage, cutting off the "growths" before hearing one of her children.

"what is it my child? Is there something wrong?"

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*Cortla is quiet for a moment.*

...my mother, Kastinla, was a bad, bad person. She...

*Cortla trails off.*

...she killed other Weavers. A lot of them, and tried to behead me as a child, too. There is context, but...

*Silence for a moment.*

...it gets somewhat gruesome, so if you want said context, please be prepared for it...

witness-our-waking

"is she still alive?"

Ooc: gms wants to murder kastinla.

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(Ooc: fortunately for Kastinla, she's already dead.)

*Cortla sighs.*

No, she took the fast way out-

*She pauses, thinking.*

...well, I wouldn't call it fast or easy, really, but she did deal with herself.

...her and a team of others were trying to make Nosk hybrids, but weren't having much luck. Eventually, Kastinla suggested that they carry the children themselves, mothering them to make sure they grew. The others didn't want to be pregnant, so they refused.

She didn't like this at all. One day, most of them went into various surgeries to try and become hybrids, or something like that. So, with barely anyone there who was in a good enough condition to stop her...

At least 30 Weavers worked in the same lab as her, not including herself. Once they all were opened up on those tables, though?

*Cortla frowns to herself.*

She was the only one to ever walk out of there.

It took several centuries until she had me, during which she became cannibalistic, and would eat any other Weaver that we happened to come across before they could see me.

Eventually, she was caught out, and when I refused to be like her, she tried to cut my head off.

*Cortla frowns even harder.*

She ran away, afterwards. By the time I had tracked her here, she had managed to get enough poison without anyone realising to kill herself. All I found when I finally got to her was a corpse.

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Even though she wasn't there, grand mother silk could feel the frown, she could feel the sadness, she could feel the slight anger. She decided there was only one option.

"Don't worry, our sweet child. That she's gone means you never have to think about her again. Here, we have something that will make you feel better for now..."

The silk inside of Cortla began glowing, her head started feeling weird, really weird. But for this moment, everything seemed fine again.

(Cortla has been drugged with artificial happiness)

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*She feels the Silk begin to glow, and also feels as it starts to affect her emotions.

However.

When she was younger, her and her sister had done some dumb, dumb things. Among them was getting somewhat high. Compared to that?

Cortla just gets Flutters' attention, and nods to the kids and then another room. The Silkfly understands quickly, and shepherds them away before the high fully hits.

When it does, Cortla just smiles.*

Thank you... I really needed something of a break from the stress... I've been taking care of three kids, and wow, do they each need specific care.

witness-our-waking

"kids? We didn't know! Would those little buggers appreciate some presents? We've recently found these toys that any kid will enjoy greatly"

Ooc: she's gonna give them nerf guns >:)

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(Ooc: oh boy!)

*Cortla softly laughs.*

They probably would enjoy presents, yes... though I've had to be careful with getting them things...

*Cortla sends over a mental image of her three kids: Lazuli, a full sized Wyrm, though they're still a baby, Ronda, a Nosk who's shell never hardened, and Lilith, a living plush toy.*

The big blue one is Lazuli, they're a Wyrm. I've had to make sure that they get toys that are large and sturdy enough, but it's been fine!

The little one with six limbs is Ronda, they're a Nosk. To be more specific, they're a runt, and their shell sadly never hardened. With Nosks, our shells remain flexible but hard using a specific mix of hormones and chemicals. The levels of these shift and change a lot, so no matter what happens, sadly, Ronda's shell will never harden. Not without turning them into a statue.

Lilith is the last one. She was given to me by one of those anonymous bugs, and I've been learning about her past for a while now...

*Cortla sighs, unable to be unhappy due to the drugging, but not quite as high as she had been before.*

It fine, though, we've worked through everything life has thrown at us so far. Whether that be instincts or otherwise.

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"well that soft shell means we have to do some modifications to the darts."

One hour later, a haunted servant appears to cortla, holding a box with plastic toys rattling inside. Once the box is opened, it reveals three toy guns. A large minigun for Lazuli, a much smaller generic gun for Ronda and a pistol for Lilith. All the darts are laced with a thick layer of silk to make them extra soft, thankfully they still fit in the guns.

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*Cortla smiles, her tail wagging.*

Thank you! The kids will love these!

witness-our-waking

*Cortla was drawing circles on pieces of fabric when she had a sudden thought:

"I never told the Pale Being about what mother did"

She winces to herself, sighing deeply before placing the fabric down and closing her eyes. A moment later, Grand Mother Silk feels a presence reach out to her.*

Grand Mother Silk? I believe there is... a few things you need to know about my mother...

@deep-diving-webbing

The grand lady was attending to her robotic hostage, cutting off the "growths" before hearing one of her children.

"what is it my child? Is there something wrong?"

deep-diving-webbing

*Cortla is quiet for a moment.*

...my mother, Kastinla, was a bad, bad person. She...

*Cortla trails off.*

...she killed other Weavers. A lot of them, and tried to behead me as a child, too. There is context, but...

*Silence for a moment.*

...it gets somewhat gruesome, so if you want said context, please be prepared for it...

witness-our-waking

"is she still alive?"

Ooc: gms wants to murder kastinla.

deep-diving-webbing

(Ooc: fortunately for Kastinla, she's already dead.)

*Cortla sighs.*

No, she took the fast way out-

*She pauses, thinking.*

...well, I wouldn't call it fast or easy, really, but she did deal with herself.

...her and a team of others were trying to make Nosk hybrids, but weren't having much luck. Eventually, Kastinla suggested that they carry the children themselves, mothering them to make sure they grew. The others didn't want to be pregnant, so they refused.

She didn't like this at all. One day, most of them went into various surgeries to try and become hybrids, or something like that. So, with barely anyone there who was in a good enough condition to stop her...

At least 30 Weavers worked in the same lab as her, not including herself. Once they all were opened up on those tables, though?

*Cortla frowns to herself.*

She was the only one to ever walk out of there.

It took several centuries until she had me, during which she became cannibalistic, and would eat any other Weaver that we happened to come across before they could see me.

Eventually, she was caught out, and when I refused to be like her, she tried to cut my head off.

*Cortla frowns even harder.*

She ran away, afterwards. By the time I had tracked her here, she had managed to get enough poison without anyone realising to kill herself. All I found when I finally got to her was a corpse.

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Even though she wasn't there, grand mother silk could feel the frown, she could feel the sadness, she could feel the slight anger. She decided there was only one option.

"Don't worry, our sweet child. That she's gone means you never have to think about her again. Here, we have something that will make you feel better for now..."

The silk inside of Cortla began glowing, her head started feeling weird, really weird. But for this moment, everything seemed fine again.

(Cortla has been drugged with artificial happiness)

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*She feels the Silk begin to glow, and also feels as it starts to affect her emotions.

However.

When she was younger, her and her sister had done some dumb, dumb things. Among them was getting somewhat high. Compared to that?

Cortla just gets Flutters' attention, and nods to the kids and then another room. The Silkfly understands quickly, and shepherds them away before the high fully hits.

When it does, Cortla just smiles.*

Thank you... I really needed something of a break from the stress... I've been taking care of three kids, and wow, do they each need specific care.

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"kids? We didn't know! Would those little buggers appreciate some presents? We've recently found these toys that any kid will enjoy greatly"

Ooc: she's gonna give them nerf guns >:)

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(Ooc: oh boy!)

*Cortla softly laughs.*

They probably would enjoy presents, yes... though I've had to be careful with getting them things...

*Cortla sends over a mental image of her three kids: Lazuli, a full sized Wyrm, though they're still a baby, Ronda, a Nosk who's shell never hardened, and Lilith, a living plush toy.*

The big blue one is Lazuli, they're a Wyrm. I've had to make sure that they get toys that are large and sturdy enough, but it's been fine!

The little one with six limbs is Ronda, they're a Nosk. To be more specific, they're a runt, and their shell sadly never hardened. With Nosks, our shells remain flexible but hard using a specific mix of hormones and chemicals. The levels of these shift and change a lot, so no matter what happens, sadly, Ronda's shell will never harden. Not without turning them into a statue.

Lilith is the last one. She was given to me by one of those anonymous bugs, and I've been learning about her past for a while now...

*Cortla sighs, unable to be unhappy due to the drugging, but not quite as high as she had been before.*

It fine, though, we've worked through everything life has thrown at us so far. Whether that be instincts or otherwise.

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