Cecania held a journal close to her chest as she watched Iruel search around. He looked both confused and exasperated, and she felt conflicted. Why did it look cute? She felt guilty though, because she was holding what he was currently searching for.
Again.
The young apprentice had been holding onto it for a while now. Once more at Alestair’s request, but thanks to her own curiosity she had read through it as well. It had been very interesting, of course, as most of what Iruel researched seemed to be, however, if you were to ask her at the moment what it had been about she would have trouble answering.
She was too busy watching said researcher looking for the journal she held to her chest. Too busy trying to understand the relatively new feelings she was experiencing. Her mentor had called it...‘infatuation’ if she was remembering right. That she liked him.
It was weird to her to feel her heart beat a little faster when she thought about the red-head. When he would smile, or he was happy. Or when he would sometimes excitedly explain things. Sometimes when he would just look at her it made her feelings do something she couldn’t explain.
She lightly cleared her throat as she tried to keep her heart from beating fast right now and keep herself from blushing. “Um...Iruel?” she called lightly as she held the journal out. She couldn’t let him keep searching in exasperation like this anymore. “Is this what you are looking for?” she asked although she already knew the answer. “I-I’m sorry, I should have asked. I was just very curious. Although...there are some parts I don’t quite...understand? Do you mind trying to explain them to me?” she continued but looked away a bit bashfully now. “If not that’s okay. Sorry again for causing trouble...”
The Chronicler’s Apprentice & A “Modern Chronicler”
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So here’s Cecania (on the left) and Angeline(on the right) using the maker I did Aquaria with. They both look so pretty.
I think I captured Cecania’s innocent wonderment at certain things nicely. No wonder Alestair does various things to protect her in his own way. Meanwhile Angie’s seems to be her feisty/sassy self in hers. haha
Lula had mixed feelings as she watched the two men walk away. It seemed like Silva did not hear her. That was good given the situation. However, that also mean Wes did not hear her either. Or he was ignoring her at the moment, either was possible. But that was also potentially...troubling. She cursed quietly and her nails dug into her palm a little more.
Cecania sighed and grabbed the succubus’s available arm. Then she began to drag Lula back to her room. The chronicler in training paid little mind to Lula’s quiet mumblings, and not so quiet protests about being dragged. She had already warned her before they came out here that she was going to make her rest after this. So now was the time to attempt that.
The sick succubus soon gave up and let herself be dragged quietly. She was starting to feel tired again anyway, especially since Wes had led Silva away. Not to mention that trying to fight her body was also just a wee bit draining in it’s own right. She did sigh softly as that probably meant her body was going to demand even more if she decided to do something about that factor of things.
Soon the pair were back in her room and Cecania was shoving Lula back into her bed. “Please don’t make me have to use my magic to force you to rest,” Cecania pleaded softly. “I am going to try and rest myself, and when I’m awake again I’ll come and check on you,” she said as she moved to the door.
“I...I hear you Cecania dear. You shouldn’t worry so much about me but thank you for caring,“ Lula said and laid down, facing away from the door. She heard Cecania bid her good night and then leave and close the door. For a few moments things were somewhat peaceful for Lula...until she started to sense something again. Or rather her body did. “I could kick Wes right about now...“ she murmured as pulled the blankets over her head like it would actually do anything.
She could feel herself heating up once more as she repeatedly asked why. Wes just had to be too busy having thoughts of his soon to be newborn in his head. That had to be it. Why else would be put a male in the room next to hers while she’s in this state?
But even worse...
It just had to be Silva in that room next to hers.
That handsome, well endowed...
Lula groaned and turned so she could bury her face in the pillows. However, that of course led to certain memories surfacing that was not going to help matters either. What was left of her wings were still visible and twitching uselessly, but now her tail decided to appear and move of it’s own accord. She cursed, though muffled by the pillows, realizing her own body was going to tease her to make her crave touch and energy even more.
Although to be fair, her tail slinking its way between her legs was a fairly large hint of that...
She was going to try and fight it of course, however, she was also still felt so drained from being sick and fighting the urges earlier. Perhaps Cecania leaving her alone so soon wasn’t the best plan of action.
Especially after awhile when Lula found herself leaving her room and grabbing the doorknob to Silva’s room. She had started to turn it, but then quickly stopped herself and let go. Despite how aroused she currently was and how demanding her body was being...she had a brief moment of clarity. “What am I doing? what am I doing?” she asked herself quietly in a slight panic and retreated back to her room and leaned back against her own door. “He...he’s tired, likely sleep already. Has to be, He traveled far. Hates me, has to. Can’t do this, can’t let my body do this...” she began murmuring a bit rapidly to herself and began fumbling for the doorknob so she could head inside her room.
Cecania was watching Lula carefully at this point. The succubus still had not move despite saying they should go, and that the man, who Cecania now knew was named Silva thanks to the conversation between him and Wes, should probably not see her. The young apprentice could see conflict in Lula’s face, which was starting to look flushed, and in her eyes.
Lula’s body was starting to get the better of her. It was starting to give out subtle signs and hints of wanting and desire. Her body knew Silva, could feel his presence being so close, and wanted another round from him. “Sil-” Lula started to call out to him but quickly covered her mouth with her free hand to stop herself. She came to her senses a little bit and scolded herself internally. What about everything she had just said to Cecania?
Cecania was growing a bit more concerned, but was it odd that she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. “Lula...you need your rest,” she decided to try and stress once more. Lula looked at her a moment but then back at the two men who were starting to turn so Wes could lead Silva to a room. Lula lowered her hand and slowly let go of Cecania’s arm. She placed one of her arms behind her back so she could close her hand hard enough for her nails to dig into palm and cause enough pain to make her focus. Granted, she did tend to forget how sharp her nails could be and may end up drawing blood if she wasn’t careful.
And lets face it, since Lula was sick, being careful was not going to be her strong suit, and wasn’t feeling pain properly in the first place.
“Wes...you...may want to place him in a room far enough away from mine. I doubt either of us want to risk getting an important guest, on his way to the Northern Queen, sick. And...“ Lula paused a moment and took a few steps back before speaking quieter hoping, likely incorrectly, that only Wes and Cecania would hear her. “He was going to realize I’m a guest here too soon enough and may not want to...see or be bothered with me...”
Lula had drifted off to sleep on Cecania, like she had forewarned. The assistant chronicler did not attempt to move the succubus or anything, still enjoying the closeness. Although Lula’s hands had fell to her sides a bit amusingly, it still meant Cecania wasn’t technically being held anymore.
The witch was not sure how much time had passed when it happened, but the succubus had begun to stir again. Lula had not been talking in her sleep this time, but as she stirred she seemed to be mumbling something. Cecania could not quite understand it, but it sounded like Lula was in disbelief about something.
“There...there’s a new visitor,“ Lula then said a bit more clearly, but quietly.
“I can somewhat feel them, but you still need rest Lula,“ Cecania said in response.
“I...I know, but...help me go take a peek dear,“ Lula said. Cecania sighed softly, having the strong feeling that Lula was going to be stubborn about it if she didn’t help. So she got up and then turned to hold out a hand to her. Lula took her hand and slowly stood. Granted she was a bit wobbly. “Thank you,“ she said and began to head for the entrance.
“I am going to make you rest after this, just so you know,“ Cecania said while she helped to keep Lula steady. Lula nodded but kept going, wondering if she could trust what she was feeling or if her sickness was just messing with her. Not that she was certain what she would do either way though.
When the pair reached where they could see the entrance, they saw Wes welcoming someone inside. They both also shivered from the bit of the winds that had made it inside before the door was closed. Cecania could certainly say that the snow storm was about to get worse, and that was probably part of why Lula felt as cold as she said earlier.
Lula, meanwhile, was not thinking about the weather. After getting over her shivers from the cold, she peeked around Wes to get a look at the new guest. When she saw who it was...she unconsciously gripped Cecania’s arm tighter. The witch winced slightly and looked at her. “Lula...that hurts a bit...“ she whispered.
It was him.
Still looking unfairly handsome.
“That...that’s him Cecania…” Lula said a bit stunned. It caused Cecania to peek around the other side of Wes. She could kinda see what Lula meant earlier about him being handsome, but there was also something...that felt vaguely familiar? It caused her to tilt her head slightly, it was odd that she couldn’t place the feeling. But her thoughts were interrupted by Lula pulling her back a bit. “It’s...it’s probably best if he doesn’t see me...let’s go...” she said quietly to Cecania. Lula could start to feel her body reacting to Silva’s familiar presence. And what was left of her wings had appeared and twitched uselessly.
Although she had said ‘let's go’ to the younger woman...
Lula had spent some time in the little village, but besides her meeting with the young woman, not much really happened. No other opportunities to help had shown themselves. However, she also supposes she may have missed them. She was not accustomed to knowing when or where to help.
Although at the moment, she had slipped back into the library, trying not to be seen just yet by Wessam and Cielo. Granted, it was likely that Wes already sensed her return. Lula supposed it did not truly matter in the end, she just wanted a place to think for a bit.
And she still has no working wings to fly with so....
With a quiet sigh she plopped herself in a chair in a corner of the library and rested her chin in a hand. Sometimes she wished she knew what her mother’s maiden name had been. Maybe if she knew she could have search out her cubi lineage. And perhaps that way Lula could understand more of why she is...this way. But then, who could say it would be for the best? Lula barely even remembered what her mother’s name was anymore.
Maybe she could have chased after her father’s family. She did have the Tanzer surname to go on. Lula let out a slight laugh though. Like his family would want anything to do with her, being what she was.
Still...Lula couldn’t deny that having both her parents gone before she realized what she was, did not help her path in life. Hell her father barely saw her become a toddler before he was gone, and her mother...Lula couldn’t remember if she was a preteen when her mother skipped out.
The succubus was drawn out her thoughts by the feeling of someone looking at her. The curious part, however, was that she couldn’t really sense their aura. If Lula was not used to being stared at for various reason, she might not have picked up on them. A subtle glance towards the edge of her vision told her it was a young woman with lovely orange hair. However, it could use some better care. “Normally, it’s considered rude to stare, dear,” she said softly as she crossed a leg over the other and took her chin off her hand before leaning back in the chair slightly to look at the other better.
Cecania blinked and tucked some of her hair behind her ear. She did not realize she had started to stare. But she had heard the sound of a laugh while looking on a nearby self at the books. When she got closer and spotted the blonde...well...she couldn’t quite explain it. Something drew her to the other woman. “I apologize,” she said in return. Lula studied her for a moment, and was almost amused. She wondered...
“I can see questions and curiosity in those lovely grey eyes of yours,“ Lula said as she crossed her arms in such a way they supported her breasts. “I take it you...sense something about me?“
The apprentice chronicler blinked once more and looked away slightly. It wasn’t quite out of embarrassment, however. Perhaps a slight shyness instead? Cecania herself was a little confused on why she was reacting this way. “I...I suppose you could say that,” she said softly. “How to form my curiosities into questions...I’m having some problems with. I do not know what I am sensing from you, it is new to me. There...is a slight...pull? Towards you I do not understand.”
Lula chuckled softly and uncrossed an arm a moment to bring a hand to her cheek in thought, and amusement, instead. She resisted the urge to chuckle more when the woman looked back at her fully because of her laughter. The succubus’s curiosity was now furthered. Are they in one of those uncommon instances? “I don’t think you realize how adorable you are acting right now dear. And the fact you can’t tell what I am is amusing, but I suppose then it is a good thing you don’t have experience with my kind, or rather my male counterparts...” she mused and tapped her cheek. “But, if I’m right...I think it depends in your case...” she added with a slight smirk.
Cecania’s brows furrowed slightly at her words. She brought her own hand to her chin to think about it more. There were slight hints in the blonde’s words, but she wasn’t sure she had the knowledge to come to the answers. She sighed internally, if Alestair was the one talking to the blonde he’d already know what she was and what she meant. And could likely easily ask his curiosities without problem as well. When she focused more on the blonde again, she was startled slightly by how close she now was. She still had her moments where she lost sight of thing when she started thinking too deeply.
“Still confused I see,“ Lula said with a light chuckle. “And you are quite pretty when you blush, though it’s faint right now,” she added before leaning in to whisper in her ear. “My dear, I am a succubus. Be cautious of my kind, and my incubus counterparts. We can steal your heart without trying and leave you with nothing in return. But...I think I would like it if you remembered me and my name. I, my cutie, am Lula Tanzer. And may I have a name for you?”
Cecania was almost certain she may have been blushing more after that. She didn’t quite understand it still but at least she knew what the other woman...Lula, was. Lula’s hair tickled slightly when it brushed against her when she leaned in, but she kept from laughing. “I...I will keep that in mind...Lula. You...you can call me Cecania...”
“Delightful~ Thank you Cecania. You have made my day just a little brighter,“ Lula said softly in her ear before standing straight again with a smile. “I’m going to head to another part of the library. What you do with that information is up to you...” she trailed off with a wink and a wave before walking by.
The apprentice chronicler watched as the succubus went past her and towards a different section of the library. She brought her hand to the cheek Lula had been by with slight confusion on her face. There was a little part of her telling her that maybe she should follow. Maybe try to ask questions. However, there was another part saying she should sit and write down this encounter in her personal notes. But why did she feel slightly warm all of a sudden?
“What should I do?“ Cecania murmured softly to herself.
Sometimes Cecania wonders to herself why she willingly agrees to go into the fairy lantern when her mentor Alestair says she should. It wasn’t a bad thing per say, just an experience that felt odd to her every time. Granted it was a nice little place to stay in to be sure. Sometimes, however, she also gets the feeling that one day Alestair is just going to forget about her in there for perhaps a week and she would be none the wiser.
The apprentice chronicler tends to lose all sense of time when she’s in there, unless she can see the outside, and she doesn’t know why. Either way, she also supposes it could be worse. This time when he tapped on the glass, and told her it was safe to come out she was only slightly startled. She had her eyes closed in thought and was perhaps starting to enter one of her meditative states without realizing it.
Cecania opened her eyes and looked at him for a few moments before nodding and standing. She did wonder what was going on this time as she exited the lantern and looked around. “Are we in a library? And...did I hear you laughing just a little ago?“ she asked as she placed her hands behind her back and turned to look at him again. Then she shivered a moment. Was it drafty in here or was it just her? Maybe it was just the temperature different between the lantern and outside. “Do you have a task for me or am I free to look around?” she asked as the thought also came to her.
It had been a day when young Prima Cecania was feeling strong enough to leave the bed and her room. Even though her new mother had reassured her that she did not have to push herself to try and do things right away, Cecania was a little restless, and a little lonely.
She knew she need her rest to completely recover, especially in the state she had been found, but sleeping or resting in the bed most of the time was a little frustrating.
So young Prima was wandering the halls looking for one of her new brothers or her new sister. Someone to be around and watch or learn a little about. She would try her best to not disrupt what they were doing and keep quiet if they needed her too.
However, she also had to pay some attention to where she was going so she could get back to her room. It sounded like the stronghold was a huge place, and so far the sights of the halls she was seeing left her in awe. So when the time comes she may need the help finding her room again anyway.
She paused and looked out the window she had just passed. She climbed up on the windowsill scanned the grounds that she could see. Cecania blinked and began to smile as she placed her hands on the window. Besides the grounds of her new home being a interesting sight to see...she had also spotted Shilo.
Although she wasn’t sure how to get to where he was, short of just opening the window and jumping out, she was just content to watch him from there instead. Besides she wasn’t too sure he would appreciate knowing she escaped through a window to see him when she probably should still be resting and not doing something slightly reckless like that.
Cecania curled up in a comfortable position in the window with her hands resting above her heart. There was a fond look on her face as she watched Shilo attend to a few things. If he had not found her when he did, she knows she wouldn’t be here now, wouldn’t still be alive. She really can’t thank him enough for that, for wanting her to not give up.
She wasn’t sure how long she had been watching him for when it seemed like he looked in her direction. However, it didn’t matter much to her either as she raised a hand to wave happily at him before resting it back over her heart. “Shilo...” she murmured softly. “I hope...we can be really close, and I don’t make you regret saving me...”
