[Nymphadora]

(Reposted from another post. It's just a description of her suite)

She'd not decorated, loving how it had looked to begin with. It's size was large, much like what a penthouse would look in NYC. She didn't have levels, but she did have several open adjoining rooms. As you first walk in, right before you is what eould be considered the living room. Everything was decorated in white and lilac colors, the couches pure white with only a hint of purple swirling around the fabric. The table surfaces were made of white marble, the glass top slightly tinted with lilac coloring. A large furry white rug lay out in the middle of the room. Even the couches and tables rested upon it. Its texture was soft, reminding her of newly grown grass.

The never used fireplace had white marble tracing the rim, the decorations upon the walls around were of paintings of flowers, all in purple and white. To the right, the very first right before the fire place, was the kitchen. The best of the best was in this culinary's heaven, all sadly untouched. Its decor matched the living room with precision, just as the rest of the rooms would. A table that seats 8 rested in the middle of the room, its lilac glass shimmering in the soft lighting. On the other side of the fire place, sharing a wall with the kitchen, was a bathroom about half the kitchens size. To the back, there was a large whirlpool, the same marble tracing the edge, gossamer curtains with embossed purple falling flower petals gently hung to the side. Its size was enough to be an actual hot tub. To the right was a long counter with sinks, the table the same lilac marble. Mirrors lined the wall, along with lights lining the mirrors. To the left was another room, divided by a wall. Half of it was a walk in closet, filled with linens and laundry machines, the other the toilet, decorated all in soft purple.

Leaving the right side of Nymphadoras suite, across the living room, there were two entrances on either side, mirroring the entrances to both the kitchen and the bathroom, was the bedroom. The bed itself was placed directly in the center of the room, not a single side touching any wall. Its size was biggest size bed ever seen, larger than anything a human had ever made. Dressed in a white down comforter, pillows piled enough to take up a third of the bed, its fluffiness made it look like a giant marshmallow. White-lilac marble nightstands were on either side of the bed, the tinted glass tops glinting softly. In the wall, a large flat screen TV rested, its remotes on the nightstand. Against the walls were two doors, one to another walk in closet, this time filled with her clothing, and the other another bathroom, this one just the same as the one before, except everything resided within one space.

Seeing something moving past the sliding glass doors to the garden, she looked out to see one of Xanth's Unicorn enjoying the peaches off the peach tree just outside. The view from the living room to the garden was amazing. You could see the never ending beauty, the different kind of exotic plants and animals. Nymphadora truly felt home here.



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[Xanth]

Xanth was not at all alarmed when Nymphadora asked her to return to the Temple until she performed a cursory inspection to make sure it was not an emergency. She had created a flurry of snow and was interested in enjoying it so she had vague thoughts about either ignoring Nymphadora's summons or inviting the girl to join her. When she realised the Aide's condition, however, and heard Faroah's concern, she teleported immediately to the Temple and dropped to her haunches before the collapsed girl, cupping Dora's shoulder gently. The shadows under the Nymph's eyes were testament to her complete exhaustion and Xanth did not bother to ask what had happened. Even if she did not have the ability to find out for herself, her first concern was ensuring the girl's health.

Reassured that there were no injuries to deal with and that this was purely fatigue, Xanth smiled faintly and teleported the girl directly to her rooms, quickly following.

"You did well, Nymphadora," Xanth assured her as the smoke from their combined 'ports mingled. Faroah, apparently miffed that he had not only been robbed of some attention but also some gossip, teleported in a few short seconds later, trying to hide on top of Dora's wardrobe as if Xanth would not realise he was there.

Unable to hide her indulgent grin, Xanth turned her back on the dragon and sat down beside Nymphadora, head tilted curiously. "How does it feel to know you have resurrected the dead?" She knew all too well how draining it could be which was why she tried not to do it when it could be avoided and why she demanded so much from those who asked it of her. Dora had not been trained in this matter - Xanth had not considered that she would need the ability so soon and the Nymphs had more or less shunned the girl - but she had done well.

"I have need of food in Nymphadora's room." Summoning the kitchen staff telepathically, Xanth gestured for Dora to lie down. "You will eat - " she said gently, leaving no room for argument " - and tell me what is on your mind."

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[Nymphadora]

Hearing the soft chirping of Xanth's companion, Nymphadora's eyes fluttered open, landing upon the small red imp dragon. Smiling softly, not understanding a word the little guy spoke, she continued to breath slowly as Faroah made his way into her lap. Lifting a weak hand to gently scratch him under the chin, she couldn't help but feel comforted by his presence. It was nice to know someone cared, even someone as tiny as Faroah. Yes, Chenoan had been there, his eyes red with tears he cried for her, but there was more that she needed in this moment. As sad as it was, somewhere in her heart, she knew her boyfriend would always be there, others however, not so much. Moving to lift the imp dragon into her arms, wanting to cradle him and coo at his cuteness, she furrowed her brow in disappointment as he scurried away, then teleported to the throne. Looking at him sleeping, she let out a small sigh, letting her eyes droop closed again.

Feeling a hand on her shoulder not a moment later, Nymphadora looked up slowly, ocean eyes focusing on Xanths face. Smiling softly, glad the goddess had come to speak with her, she tried to build her strength to do so. Before she could attempt to stand, or even lift herself up, the sensation of porting overwhelmed her, her heart skipping a beat in the process. Each teleportation was different. And each hard to explain. This one, gave a sense of euphoria, leaving her pleasantly calm. Without having to use her own energy to port herself, she rode Xanths port, taking in the sensation as if she could suck up the expelled energy used to make it.

Feeling the soft plush of her bed, Nymphadora allowed herself to fall back on it, her wings splaying out around her comfortably. Letting out a soft breath, taking in the feel of calm along with the relaxation of lying in her own comfortable bed, she didn't allow herself the anxiety of trying to be perfect while Xanth was there. Finding herself smiling happily at the proud comment from her goddess, she tilted her head to watch as she sat down beside her. Listening to her question, Nymphadora thought about it for a moment. It was... interesting. She'd not thought about it as resurrecting the dead... more as, letting her own energy flow into another. Sharing a piece of her, with another being. Of course, she knew why she was doing it, but the feeling itself. It didn't feel like she was taking something dead, and bringing it back to life. If she wanted to... Actually, thinking about it now... if she really wanted to, she might even be able to prolong another's life. If she wasn't an Aide however... that would probably end up shortening her own. Looking at Xanth, this new idea floating around in her head, she smiled softly. "I love Piper... and... I did what I thought... no, what i felt in my heart was right. Had it been anyone else... I might have allowed them to pass as deaths designed had planned. At least... if I was a true Guardian of Balance." Looking away for a moment, she let out a sad sigh. Bringing Piper back had felt right before... but thinking about it now... had she been selfish?

Looking toward Xanth, having pushed herself up into a semi sitting position, she laid back down as instructed. She'd almost forgotten why she'd ported to the throne room in the first place, but as Xanth jogged her memory, the dream began to play out within her mind again. Finding it hard to describe, she allowed the dream to compleate its course, sending it Xanths way for her to see it as she'd lived it. When the ending came again, Nymphadora looked up toward Xanth, her face full of worry and helplessness. "I... I don't know if you know... but, I'd taken on a secret identity awhile back... trying to avoid Nymph law, and embrace my Anyeli heritage. I'm sure you do know... I prayed to you constantly for guidance." Looking away at her last comment, she felt her face flush slightly. It was weird... believing in someone as your goddess whole heartedly, but also knowing them as a close friend. In some ways... Xanth was like her mother to her. Nymphadora looked to her for help and love, but also wanted to spend time with her, wanting nothing more than to just make her happy, and enjoy her company.

Trying to focus, she looked back to Xanth, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "I think... if I dont acknowledge that, that part of me still exists... it's going to come out and not want to go away again. Which, is what I think the phoenix represents. But... I really... I dont know. What do you think?" She asked softly, hoping to find a way of figuring this all out.

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[Xanth]

Xanth listened with a gentle smile, considering the girl's words with a sense of alien wonderment. "I love Piper..." Xanth genuinely loved every single one of her people in a way that would be hard for them to fathom. She wanted what was best for them all and often that meant letting some die. This was something the Guardians had learned, that while they had a limited ability to bring back the dead they should not always use it else they would risk irreparably damaging the balance. Sometimes, in order to preserve the balance, it was necessary to return life to the dead and it was this line the Guardians had to learn never to cross, never to resurrect those who were supposed to die. Xanth had no such constrictions but she was always conscious of the potential repercussions of her actions and did nothing rash. She had learned the hard way that the natural order was for people to die eventually. She expected that even her own race had a lifespan even if they had not discovered it yet.

Nymphadora had not considered this when she brought the Vampire back, however. Xanth did not reprimand her, or even want to for that matter. All Guardians went through similar challenges during their initiation and while Dora had been a Guardian for many months, she was still very new to the game. Guardianship had come with her Aide powers and she had no time for training, forced to focus on her duties as an Aide first and foremost. This was her first challenge as a Guardian and she while she had made the decision based on her emotions, she had done nothing wrong.

It was that... that pure innocence that filled Xanth with wonder. To be able to use her powers for personal reasons, to make choices of the heart rather than having to consider every single outcome of her decisions. For a spark of a moment, she was insanely jealous of the girl, and of all mortals, that their worlds were so small.

"If you felt it was right, I should say it was," Xanth reassured gently, her jealousy disappearing in the beat of a heart. These moments came and went, not to be seen again for centuries. She was happy as she was. "Trust your instincts, my love, they serve you well." Part of what drew Xanth to the Nymph as a possible Aide was her generous heart. She always had the best of intentions and tried to do the right thing, often to the detriment of her own welfare. The Nymphs may have abandoned her but her Nymph blood had not. She had wisdom beyond her years and would eventually realise that half the battle was won as soon as she started to trust herself.

"I might have allowed them to pass as deaths designed had planned. At least... if I was a true Guardian of Balance."

Shaking her head a little, Xanth countered: "Do not forget that a Guardian must also resurrect to keep the balance, not only enforce death." Shifting gracefully to sit cross-legged at the foot of the giant bed, Xanth smiled gently, speaking telepathically to Faroah. "You are not hiding from anyone, my pet." The imp dragon screeched from atop the wardrobe and peered over the edge. Though Xanth had her back to him, she knew very well that he was sticking his tongue out at her. Sparing a conspiratorial grin for Dora, Xanth clicked her fingers and grinned as he sailed across the room to land on Xanth's shoulder. Twisting her head as he burrowed through her hair, she pursed her lips for a kiss, then held her arm out towards the Nymph. As Faroah scrabbled down her arm into Dora's lap, chattering excitedly, Xanth returned to the conversation at hand. "You judge yourself too harshly, girl," she chastised, pushing hair out of her eyes. "I cannot say if Piper's death was the right course but if it felt right at the time to bring her back, I can only suggest that it probably was."

This was not something she could solve for the girl, however. Dora had to come to the truth herself, as in all things. If Piper's resurrection was a selfish decision then so be it. Next time she would know better. Guardianship could not be taught, only experienced. She had come to the responsibility so young she did not have the benefit of advanced wisdom gained from decades of life experience as other Guardians, but she also had the advantage (if it could be called such) of a difficult life and her experiences as an Aide. Xanth had every confidence that she would do well.

Tilting her head to view the girl's memories of her dream, Xanth considered carefully. She had known of Fariah, of course, and found it amusing that the Nymph had used an alias so similar to Faroah's name before even knowing of his existence. She had thought Dora was over that little hurdle but recent events had apparently dredged up old concerns.

Intrigued by her blush, Xanth smiled, blinking slightly to stave off emotional tears. This girl... She had always been so determined to befriend Xanth and it had been incredibly easy for their friendship to develop even though it normally took decades for Xanth to open up to new relationships. She was as immortal as it was possible to get and yet her people were not. Even though many of them lived for up to four thousand years, they eventually died all the same. Even her beloved Faroah would die and she loved him more than all else. For these reasons and more she tended to ignore the olive branches if they came and pretend that nothing and no one mattered to her. Nymphadora had come to her attention at a time when Xanth was vulnerable and lonely, offering to fill the void, and Xanth had been all to eager to accept. To realise that Dora thought of her as a surrogate mother was both oddly amusing and wonderfully heartwarming.

Clearing her throat a little, Xanth mused, "I think that Fariah has always been a part of you, one you have tried to ignore and cannot. The longer and harder you try to resist her, the more determined she will become." Pausing to study the girl's face, Xanth continued. "You have always had this dual nature, Nymphadora. I encouraged you to embrace both halves of yourself once before. My advice has not changed since then." Her voice was perhaps a little stern but Xanth did not enjoy seeing a friend at war with herself.

Her tone lightening, Xanth added, "Yet you seem more to be asking for my approval for a decision you have already made, not asking my advice, so I will say one thing. I believe it important for a person to be true to themselves else they fall apart."

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[Nymphadora]

Nymphadora nodded at Xanth's words. Although they were reassuring, and she did believe them to be true, she couldn't help but still feel the only reason she brought back Piper was because they were friends. And because of Wolf. She didn't regret doing what she did of course, but it did make her realize, although she was an Aide, she still had a lot to learn about being a Guardian. The fact that she allowed the temptation and seduction of killing take over her for as long as she did, that in itself proved that the power she held needed to be controlled. Before it controlled her.

As Xanth continued, Nymphadora listened to her with soft eyes. Although she'd spoken of resurrection, it was true... killing was also part of the balance, and if she ever needed to use that power... then it would be ok. Again, however, she needed to make sure it was her choice, and not the greed and lust for power within. It would be hard to control, she knew that from past experience. But she was strong enough to do so... she'd avoided disaster before... and now, she was even more determined and focused to fight the corruption dwelling within.

Hearing a small screech, Nymphadora heart skipped a beat, then thudded in her chest, her eyes slightly widening. She'd not been expecting Faroah, and gotten a slight scare from his loud announcement. Smiling, trying to hide her fickle heart, she watched as Faroah sailed down and interacted with his companion. It was nice to see the two togther, their friendship evident in their touch. It made her miss Sacha. She'd never grown up with a pet, nor did she ever really want one. Besides Fawn. And even that dream was short lived. Once she knew Chenoans stand on the capturing of his distant relatives, she knew she'd never be able to have a pet, and truly enjoy them. But Sacha... he wasn't a pet at all. If she were to ever call him that, the creature would probably hiss at her, then stalk away for days. But she'd never place those words before him. Sacha was her familiar, her companion. Her friend. It was interesting how he behaved alone with her. Laying in bed, he'd leap up beside her, then plop into her lap and roll to his back, expecting a massage on his stomach. She'd oblige of course, but that lovable cuddly kitten she saw, never showed his face in public. Out amongst others, he's very nonchalant. Almost hard at heart. But she still loved him. An honestly, it proved how much he loved her back.

Pulling the small dragon into her lap, Nymphadora cuddled with him, her hand wrapping around his stomach as she brought him to her cheek, nuzzling his body. Smiling down at him, she kissed the top of his head, then scratched under his chin before letting him back into her lap. Grinning up at Xanth, she continued to stroke Faroah's small body. He was so cute small, but at times like this, she wished he was bigger. You cant squish something that can actually be squished when you do so.

Looking into Xanths eyes as she spoke of Fariah, a brief glance away was the only sign of embarrassment given. She'd created the secret identity so she could continue to learn her element, but embrace the Anyeli within. There was no point for that now, and yet, this dream said something. She just... wasn't sure what to do about it. Breathing in softly, her hands subconciously gave more attention to Faroah as she spoke. "I just think...my guardian powers are taking their toll on me. I... I found myself nearly killing my best friend, because the energy I was sucking from her felt so good. And, again, it happened with another... sort of friend. He'd just... angered me so badly, I wanted to strangle him. And that thought... that thought gave me this kind of... high. I wanted to do it Xanth... It didn't matter that it was wrong." Looking away, she fought back tears that threatened to fall. Even now, talking about this, her adrenaline was increasing. The thought of killing, and sucking in that energy, it made her heart beat excitedly.

Taking a moment to calm, she looked back to Xanth, her voice soft. "Maybe it's a lot of things that have me thinking about Fariah. Probably the fact that, since I've become an Aide, I have yet to actually fight a single creature. Not, that I want to... I just had expected more hands on. But nothings happened yet. I know, its a good thing. Elysia is safe, and I couldn't be more happy. But that inner warrior... Fariah, I guess shes bored." Tilting her head at this realization, she smiled softly.

Blushing at Xanths next words, she looked down at Faroah and left her eyes there. She disliked asking things of others, especially Xanth... which made her reasons for coming her completely selfish. Biting her lip, she remained quiet for a moment. Thoughts filtered through her mind, wondering if this was all worth it. Would asking for what she wanted solve anything? Was the dream trying to prove something... and in the end, show her the means to balance her soul? She wasn't sure... which is why she'd come to Xanth. But, it was obvious that her goddess wanted her to figure this out on her own. Fariah needed to come out... and Nymphadora didn't want that to happen around her friends. If she focused all that inner rage and need for destruction into a single form... a single entity, then maybe she'd be able to control it... If anything... this was all just a waste of time, and Nymphadora had a new ability.

Looking up at Xanth, letting out a soft sigh, she nodded. "I don't know if it will help... but it can't hurt to try. I... don't like asking things of you Xanth... you've done so much for me already... " Sucking in a breath, Nymphadora tried to ignore the guilty feeling inside. "Would it be possibly if I could have the form of a phoenix to allow that nature to be free?"

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[Xanth]

"I wanted to do it Xanth... It didn't matter that it was wrong."

Xanth frowned slightly, her concern evident. She let Dora speak without interruption, reaching over to help pet Faroah as he curled up, his head held high so they could reach his chin, his eyes closed as he near purred with satisfaction. He was an odd creature, her beloved Faroah. So proud as was his heritage, yet not too proud to let his favourite people shower him with affection.

Contemplating the Nymph's words, however, Xanth slowly stopped her petting motions and pulled back, pausing for a moment. "You are a very powerful being, Nymphadora. Unfortunately, with that comes a responsibility to use it properly. The hardest thing in the world for people like us is to use our powers for the betterment of our peoples and not for tyranny and conquest." Once more her thoughts were brought to her father and his penchant for both. He drew pleasure from torturing others, from using his great powers to harm others. Xanth had witnessed his actions throughout her childhood and vowed never to do the same. Having the power to create and destroy on a whim meant she must carefully consider every consequence of her actions. The simple act of granting a boon could easily backfire. And unfortunately, it was not possible to guarantee a person's strength of will. Dimitri had used his Aide powers in an attempt to take over Elysia. It was not unfeasible Dora might do the same, yet Xanth did not believe it of her. She also did not fool herself into thinking the girl would find it easy to resist.

When she spoke of Fariah being bored, Xanth could only laugh. Nymphadora had exhausted herself in her Aide duties yet those duties were quite mundane when all was said and done. Returning lost fledglings to their homes was about the summation of Elysia's troubles of late. Things had been shockingly quiet, in retrospect, especially considering that they were at the height of mating season, a time when dragons often found their way outside Nirim in an attempt to nest. Arkadios was dealing with the only rogue dragon, although of course there may be others in the near future. Perhaps she should have sent Nymphadora instead if she was so bored? Unfortunately for the girl's Anyeli side, Xanth did not enjoy putting the girl in physical danger and she was needed elsewhere besides that.

Her request was not entirely surprising, as unusual as it was. The concept of hiding in another form, one that was smaller and simpler, might just work and as Dora said, it was worth a try. With the rest of her Aides retired and Dazadi working less, it would be wise to help Nymphadora gain control and discipline but more than that, Xanth disliked hearing her sound so unsure of herself. If this new ability gave her even a modicum of confidence in herself, it would be worth it.

"I... don't like asking things of you Xanth... you've done so much for me already..."

Xanth waved dismissively but said nothing. She did not comment on the girl's choice of form either. The phoenix was an important mythological symbol in many Earth and Elysian cultures. Xanth was aware of some personal significance for the girl too, though did not delve into the hows or whys.

"Lie down, child," Xanth murmured, climbing off the bed with more grace than should have been possible. Faroah, sensing some importance or meaning to Xanth's movements, scrambled up out of Dora's lap and across the bed, poof up onto Xanth's shoulder rather than covering the last few inches on foot. "When you awake, you will have the ability you desire. Now, rest, my love. I bid you sweet dreams."

Smiling, Xanth raised a hand and watched the drapes close silently, shutting out the magnificent view of the garden. Despite the gossamer-like weight of the curtains, the light in the room was reduced significantly, enough that the glow of Xanth's eyes was more pronounced than usual. "Rest well." She left the room on foot with Faroah draped around her neck, closing the door quietly behind her.

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[Dazadi]

Dazadi rarely visited the temple and only then when Xanth summoned her. The idea of actually living there freaked her out and she couldn't understand why Nymphadora had been so pleased by the invitation. She was effectively under Xanth's watchful eye twenty four hours a day and there were just some things Daz didn't want Purple Head to see. Not that Xanth would have invited her to live at the temple anyway, and definitely not with Kade attached to the deal. She'd probably have booted them out as soon as Daz gave birth, too, especially when Wolf started getting into things he shouldn't. Actually the whole idea made Daz want to laugh, but she had a feeling that once she started she wouldn't stop for a long time. That kind of hysterical laughter could last for days.

But as she materalised inside Dora's room and got her first glance at the kind of sheer luxury the girl was living in, Daz finally got an inkling of why she'd been so eager to take up the goddess's offer. If Daz lived here, she'd never leave the bed. Hell, she wouldn't need to. It was so big she could probably swim in the damn thing. Way too big actually. Daz liked cuddling with her lifemate while they slept.

"Hey, Nymph, get your bow, we've got trouble." Daz turned as she spoke, her voice hard and urgent, but she stopped dead as she saw Birdboy at the patio windows, messing up the glass with a sticky hand against the window. Dora was... Hell. She was on her knees crying.

Looking from one to the other in confusion, sympathy and growing impatience, Daz swore crudely. "Look, I don't have time for your personal dramas. Right now, Kade's dying and instead of being in my arms getting healed like he should be, he's being cared for by a wyrm and they don't exactly flow with the whole TLC crap, you know? And now Suka's gone AWOL and is trying to get himself killed and damned if my conscience will let him so I need help rescuing him and his sister and whoever else these censoreds have kidnapped. Okay? So get your gods-damned bow and get yourself together and come with me."

Scowling, catching her breath after the longest paragraph she'd probably ever uttered, Daz didn't bother to wait around and see if Dora followed. She just teleported herself to Earth and started scanning for Suka's mind.


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[Dracos]

Dracos watched Naava with angered eyes as she lost control of herself. The anyeli was spattering blood everywhere as she retrieved her weapons. As she approached him Dracos didn't move he hadn't expected her to take a swipe at him. Feeling Dora pull him back he was glad that she did seeing that Naava had nearly done him some good damage. Staring at Naava his hands beginning to heat up as his own anger grew he tuned out her words as she began to grow pale. Letting his temper cool he continued to watch silently as she yelled at him and her sister. As tears began to spill down her cheeks he couldn't help feeling pulled toward her and making her feel better, but instead Dora's allure dazed him and kept him from doing what would have been a normal reaction for him. As Naava Collapsed he watched wide eyed.

As he stared at Naava he felt Dora let go of him. Looking over to her he couldn't believe how strongly he felt that he wanted and needed her. Looking into her beautiful eyes it took all of his will power not to gape at her and act as normal as he could. As she fingered his hair he bit his lip trying to keep control of himself. Hearing her words Dracos nodded slowly entwining his fingers firmly in hers his grip was warm and strong. The world around them disappeared momentarily and thoughts of Naava were completely forgotten.

As his feet made contact with hard floor he gazed around at his surroundings, in the moments that he wasn't looking at Dora he was able to concentrate, but he took no notice of this fact. It was as if he had stepped into a world of lilac purple, and white. Everything, almost, had a hint of purple, which made him wonder where he was. This place was huge, then it hit him Dora had said something about going to her room. Taking a step forward he felt a tug at the end of his arm. Looking down he saw beautiful skin and a warm hand in his. Following her body with an intent gaze Dracos gazed at Dora she was so beautiful that it made it hard to breathe. He tried to ask where they were but all that managed to escape from him was a cough as he tried to control both his mental and bodily reaction. Once again he was ensnared in Dora's Strong allure.

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[Nymphadora]

It was easy to forget about Naava. And honestly, it was easier to ignore her now than it had ever been. In the past, the girl had brought out the worst in her, made her hate her with her every breath, but now, she literally meant nothing. She was, nothing. It didn't matter if she lived or died. It didn't matter if she hated Nymphadora or not. She hadn't gone through her life, having everything happen to her, to be torn down by her sister. Naava had her fair share of a hard life, most of it brought on by her sister, but it was about time she got over it. Nymphadora was over their mother being an adulteress. It was... just time for her to move on. And if that meant her dying, then so be it. Besides, Dazadi surely heard her call. Or Xanth. Letting out a breath, Nymphadora sure wasn't looking forward to the reciprocation's from her goddess.

Just as she was about to walk away and drop her allure, a tiny tingling in her senses cause the hairs on the back of her neck to rise. Pausing, staring into nothingness, Nymphadora searched for the call. It wasn't often that she was summoned, especially seeing as she had ignored anything Aide related, but this was a clear sense she was getting. Sadly, she wasn't sure if it was dire, or just someone needed to speak with her badly, but either way, she couldn't ignore it. Not this time, not now.

Not even thinking twice, she looked toward her companion, giving an apologetic smile as she dropped her allure. Within an instant, he was sent back to his sanctuary, while she ported out of her suite and to the call that beckoned her.

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[Nymphadora]

There was so much to think about, most of which made her question the love she felt within her heart. It was so hard to think about how she felt, and who she had feelings for, without a wave of guilt washing over her. Closing her eyes, laying back against the mound of pillows rested on her bed, Nymphadora's mind wandered to her mother. Was she feeling the same things when she had met her love affair? Furrowing her brow, her heart lurching for her father, she hated herself in that moment. She'd despised her mother, for everything she was, everything she'd done. Yes, she'd found peace with her, and peace with her past, but it didn't mean her opinion of her mother had ever changed. The woman had betrayed their family, bore a censored child, and then died, leaving them alone and without parents. And now, she felt exactly like her.

Fighting back tears that stung her eyes, Nymphadora rolled onto her side and looked out the window to the garden. The day was bright outside, rays of sun seeping through to lay across her bed. Though her window wasn't open, she could practically feel the cool breeze that floated along the morning air. Letting out a shaky breath, she tried not to think about the situation she was in, or the one so similar to hers. Subconsciously bringing her hand to the locket around her neck, her fingers gently grasped it. It wasn't meant for her, nor had she ever wanted it. Her sister despised her, and she no longer cared about her twins fate. The locket meant nothing to her, and she had no reason to keep it.

Reaching her hand behind her neck, she softly unhooked the clasp, pulling the chain and locket from her neck. Lowering her gaze to the trinket, her mind wandered to the day that Naava had died. She'd felt, horrible. Sickened. But the moment was precious, and the love she felt for and from her sister had been something she never thought she'd feel again. It upset her how much her sister hated her, as she had no choice in doing what she had done. If Naava had been the one to leave first, then she would have cared for their brother in the same way. As it was, Nymphadora had no clue what had happened to her sister after she had left, and it wasn't likely that Naava would ever tell her.

Closing her eyes, Nymphadora found Naava with her mind. Focusing on her location, she gently squeezed the trinket, teleporting it from her hand and into Naava's lap. She'd not be happy... in fact she'd probably feel anger toward Nymphadora for having it so long, as opposed to being happy she was given it back. But it didn't matter anymore. She got what she had wanted all along, and that was the end of it.

Closing her eyes again, Nymphadora laid back against the white fluff of her bed. She didn't want to keep thinking, but she was given no other choice. Even if it all meant anything to her, or if she were to come to any sort of conclusion, her heart would always pull her in whatever direction it wanted, regardless of what she mentally wanted to do.

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