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C'nor
[Free Port]
Anarya sat on the edge of a narrow bed, in one of Free Port's many inns, reading the note her goddess had left her yet again, wondering why it was taking so long for Savorla to come to her. She had, after all, done as she had been instructed several weeks ago, and yet, despite the promise to come to her once it was done, the goddess had been stubbornly absent, with not even the faintest sign to indicate anything other than normalcy.
Sighing, she crumpled the note and threw it towards the fireplace. Apparently, she'd been abandoned again. But she could deal with that; it was hardly the first time, after all. At least in this case, she had a pair of magic guns and some money...
Turning her gaze back towards the flames, not wanting to let the actual burning of the note go unremembered, she stared in bemusement at the crumpled piece of paper floating in midair, though her reverie was soon broken by the sudden feeling of a large weight appearing behind her, and a pair of arms wrapping themselves around her stomach.
"So, you thought I'd left you here on your own, hm?", Savlora asked, resting her head on her Chosen's left shoulder, and grinning impishly up at the woman. "I can't say I blame you. I'm sorry for the delay, pretty one; there were other things that came up, and then I lost track of time," the goddess went on, planting a gentle kiss at the hollow of Anarya's neck. "In any case, you've more than proven yourself, so you're now officially my Chosen. All that's left is the actual imbuing..."
Anarya frowned, pulling away slightly at the mention of imbuing. She'd heard rumors and legends about people turned into puppets by that, nothing more than a shell for the god - or goddess - to walk the world. Not that Savorla seemed the type to do that, of course, and if she were it probably wouldn't matter, but still. That sort of thing wasn't something she was at all eager to have happen to her.
"What exactly do you mean by that? I know it's putting god-stuff into something, but what'll it do to me? I kind of like being who I am, you know."
The Ghost Lover smiled reassuringly, softly caressing the mortal's cheek, and shook her head. "Nothing unpleasant, or altering in any way other than making you more powerful, I promise you. All the imbuing itself will mean is that you'll be closer to a deity in some physical ways, and I'm sure you'll have no objections to how it's done..."
The fact that it was obvious there was now only one layer of cloth between them where there had been two a moment ago, and the way Savorla was gently, but quickly, unlacing the mortal's clothing, made her intent quite clear...
[Dragonloft]
The morning after Anarya's infusion, while her Chosen slept, Savorla cast out from herself, searching for those she might aid. And, soon enough, the plight of a young girl, locked in a cage as a slave, drew her like a beacon.
As she gently insinuates herself into Jarla's mind, the Elthien girl likely gets the sense of being drawn into a warm, loving, embrace, though there's no physical manifestation to go with it.
"They're doing this because they don't want to work themselves, Jarla. They don't care that you don't want to be here, or that they took you from your family and your friends.
Now... Speaking of friends, little one, would you like some company? I can't risk setting you free, but I can talk to you no matter where you are, and send feelings, give you a shoulder to cry on, even if it's just in your mind. And if you ever manage to get some privacy, I can actually show up in person for that."