When he came to her it was not as expected, she had expected something, more… mortal? But it was not like that. The Trinity did not join, they took up three opposing points, each drawing a weapon of some kind and faced outwards. The Ethereal Seas could be a dangerous place, even for Gods and Goddesses and they would allow no harm to come to the Brackish Emperor whilst he was…. Distracted.
The pleasure was unimaginable, but also hard to put into words, like waves of ecstasy crashing against her soul as tides of pleasure rose and fell in an unnatural sort of harmony. The winds kicked up waves of desire and lust which pulled them together like a current trapped in an unending cycle. It wasn’t until she arrived with him and the Trinity that she realized how long she had coupled, a full lunar cycle! She worried for a moment if she would ever again be able to enjoy the pleasures of a mortal after experiencing… this.
The two walked through the halls of her palace and he spoke to her in soft tones, like ripples of a pond.
“We will need to come to an arrangement, trust I have for you, in this one case, but there are many gods out there, and your realm lacks protection, I have not the time or resources to defend it, and the souls of my son can not be left untended for any ill willed being of minor divine heritage to steal” his words stung, but much as she had shared brutal honesty with him, she knew he was offering now less
“It will be better, I will see to it myself” She vowed, he looked at her hard for a moment, his expression steel; it could not hold, and the green eyes melted to a softer blue
“Those four Citadels, if manned properly would provide excellent defense of the realm” he said pretending to change the subject “but the Cardinals are difficult to tame, I know for a fact Aurora is already trying to sway Iar to her side… the fickle girl, she knows not the guile and malice that the West can hold… many will regret their alliance if forged”
“You think I should go collect them? And steal them from the Goddess of Air?” she asked, Kelezandri gave her the slightest suggestion of a smile, but little more
“I think that we have come to terms, I think that Fargazer may continue his journeys with you, but that until your palace if fit, the other souls of Prometheus will stay under my protection. I think that should you satisfy me with your defenses, then I will relinquish my stewardship to you…” he paused a long moment before continuing “I think we can celebrate this agreement properly however, If the Goddess of the Night Wind will allow me?” she looked at him long and hard, but ultimately decided to trust in the Lord of the Deep giving him a single nod
“MY TRINITY!” His voice boomed, and at once he was the Brackish Dragon once more “I WOULD SHOW THE GODDESS OF THE NIGHT WIND SUCH SPORT THAT THIS REALM HAS NEVER SEEN! EACH OF YOU WILL HAVE THREE MOONS, TO SHOWCASE THE GREATEST SPORT, SONG, PLAYS, DRINKS, FOOD AND DISTRACTIONS THAT YOU MAY CONCIENVE! ALEAU, THEN ANAMACHARA, THEN HANSEL…. SO SAY WE ALL” like a burbling wave that resounded in every particle of moisture Miriel could feel the call come back to her
“SO SAY WE ALL”
And then it began in earnest, ships by the dozens appeared on the horizon, bards, and foods, drinks and Ambrosia. During the first three months Aleau filled their days with music and laughter, their evenings with fruits and ambrosia, their nights with orgy after orgy, and their mornings with spa’s and massages. Masters of all of these arts were imported from across the realms to fulfill every desire of any who so wished it. Miriel had never experienced such stimulation, and as the time of Aleau began to wane, she began to worry and feel remorse for what was to leave, but she needn’t have feared
The time of Anamachara began and things were again new, the mornings were filled with great hunts of mystical beasts let loose into frozen sections of the either, they would fly and stalk their prey, each day proving more cunning ferocious or difficult. The afternoons were great Melee’s as they would armor up and enter the battlefield, fighting and slaying evil beasts in arenas of old. Then the sport would begin, jousting, spear throwing, discus, archery, races of all sorts… into the evening they would feast upon their hunts as well as thousands of other meats as the greatest bards and storytellers would tell tales of hero’s of old, of legendary sports, or of great hunts in time near forgotten. In the evening should one not be too tired or too drunk soldiers would be found to couple, and love would be made is quite corners in a fierce needy celebration of the here and now.
At Last it was Hansel’s time and again though the style changed she did not lack for entertainment. Mornings were spent with wizards who would open portals to new and strange places of the universe and show creatures or worlds yet unknown to mortals. Afternoons had entire troops of players come forward and present the greatest of plays, the final days showcasing some entirely new, and one about Miriel herself and her alliance with the Brackish Emperor. The evenings were filled with tasting concoctions, different amazing potions that would open or expand you brain, or give you perspective of a different creature, Hansel’s potions could make you feel or become almost anything, they would create flavours unfathomed, textures unimaginable… they in a word were divine. The nights were wild and unlike anything ever felt before, as he would call upon his friends from the fey realms, and the waters would become a hazy mist and intoxication would settle as the primal music would play and they would find themselves in savage furious dance, only to snap out of it ravenous and lustful to begin another day anew.
Through it all the Brackish Lord watched form his throne, laughing and smiling, pleased by what his Trinity had brought forth. Upon the waning of the final moon of Hansel’s final month he at long last stood and spoke once more
“We thank the Goddess of the Night Wind for Her hospitality, and wish her realm be richer for our coming, but now as with all tides, we must go”
Goodbyes were shared between her angels and his saints, between her staff and his retinue. The goodbye between the two gods was little more than a look, one that spanned days, and said all. At long last the Brackish Emperor’s retinue boarded their great ships, and slowly set sail sinking over the horizon of the ethereal plane and leaving the palace quiet as it had not been for nearly a year.