Cha0s Gaming - Lyra Eos

EasyThreads added AsaniDraws to the group. 11/25/2025 04:34

Laika and Seliane Make their Way Up to a Secluded Spot in the Overlook just above the Main Area of their Village.

*Stepping out onto the Surprisingly Spacious Balcony and looking to Seliane to find out what to do next*

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *steps out onto the balcony beside Laika, letting the door ease shut behind them. The morning air is cool, carrying the scent of water; light spills over pale stone and canals below.* “It’s a good view for a first morning,” *she says quietly, moving to rest her hands on the balustrade.* “A lot of sky. Easier to breathe when there’s more of it.” *She gives Laika a moment just to stand there, then turns her head slightly to study her posture—the crossed arms, the held shoulders, the way she seems to stay small and close to herself.* “You look a little tense,” *she notes gently, no judgment in it, just observation.* “So we’ll keep this simple.” *She shifts so they’re side by side rather than face-to-face, eyes turning back out over the city.* “Let’s start with three small things.” “First: tell me your name as you want it spoken here. Not what others decided—what you choose.” “Second: tell me how your body feels right now. Tight, shaky, restless, steady… whatever words you have. I’m listening for the body, not the story.” “Third: from everything you can see from this balcony, point out one thing you like. Just like. It doesn’t have to be important.” *Her voice stays calm, even, giving each question room to breathe.* “That’s all for now. Name, body, and one small thing your eyes don’t mind looking at.”

*Listens in Silence. and then Responds* Well... My name is.. Just that.. My Name. It's The name my parents Gave me. Laika.. As for my Body... It Feels.. Tense.. Kind of.. Tired.. And for what I can see?... *She takes a moment to Scan the Area around them* Um... Well.. I think The Wings of your people are beautiful.. So Elegant. Soft and Fragile Looking but.. Still Strong enough to lift you up and take you wherever you want to go...

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *listens without cutting in, eyes following the line of Laika’s gaze as it moves over the city and its people.* “Laika,” *she repeats, tasting the name once, simply.* “That is the name your parents gave you. The question I asked was whether it is the name **you** choose.” *She turns her head slightly, enough to see Laika’s profile.* “If the answer is yes, say it as a choice, not as an apology. ‘My name is Laika, and I keep it.’ If, one day, the answer becomes no, you may tell me that as well. For now, I will call you what you have given me.” *She shifts one hand from the balustrade and makes a loose, circling gesture toward Laika’s body.* “Tense and tired,” *she echoes.* “Tense where? Tired how? Shoulders, chest, stomach, legs?” *Her tone stays matter-of-fact, like asking about the weather.* “I am not asking for poetry—just a map. If we know where your body is bracing, we know where not to push.” *At the mention of wings, her own feathers ruffle slightly, a small, almost shy amusement in her eyes.* “You choose our wings as the thing you like.” *A faint smile.* “We spend so much time preening them that it’s strangely comforting to hear the effort is noticed.” *She lets the compliment sit, then tilts her head, voice gentler:* “When you look at them—at us—does it feel more like, ‘I wish I had that,’ or ‘I’m glad someone does’? There is no wrong answer. I just want to know what stirs first in you: envy, longing, comfort, something else?” *She returns her gaze to the sky, giving Laika space to answer without being pinned by a stare.*

I.. I Love my Parents.. And I Like my Name.. I can't say at this time i can see myself with any other.. My Body... My Chest.. Feels tight. My head stirs with a million different thoughts and My Muscles all around just can't seem to Relax yet.. I'm.. Afraid i suppose.. Despite accepting the outcome of this for whatever it may be.. There's still fear.. and being in a Place so Unfamiliar.. With.. people such as you. with so Much Grace and Dignity and Pureness I Feel... Dirty.. Compared to you. And When i look at your wings. How you can just. Go wherever you want whenever you desire with ease.. It Makes me think about that Feeling of Freedom I Once Had. Once Felt. Not that... I Feel trapped now... Trapped in My own Body.. Wondering if i can even call it mine after... What i went through... Just.. I Sometimes Miss who i used to be.. And i Do Envy that from you but.. Also am Glad that despite My Change being So Abrupt and Not.. What i wanted for myself.. I've made it my own.. I want to be *More.* I feel so Weighed down by my own thoughts and Guilt and Shame... I want to be a better me.. That can still acknowledge them without it Hovering over me like stormclouds. (edited)

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *nods slowly as Laika finishes, letting the last words hang in the air rather than pulling them apart.* “Good. I don’t need every thread of that untangled today,” *she says quietly.* “I hear three things that matter for our first morning: you want to keep your name, you feel trapped in a body you’re not sure is yours, and you want to be more than the guilt and shame sitting on your shoulders.” *She turns her head just enough to give Laika a sidelong look, gentle but intent.* “That is enough to begin.” *One hand lifts from the stone and makes a small, almost playful gesture in front of them.* “Here is our first very small practice, if you’re willing.” “Pick **one** part of your body that still feels even a little bit like it’s yours. It doesn’t have to be something you ‘love.’ Just… something you don’t hate. Your hands. Your ears. The way your tail moves. Your laugh, even.” *She taps her own forearm lightly with two fingers, as demonstration.* “Name it out loud. Then add one short sentence: ‘This is mine.’ Not forever, not perfectly—just for this moment on this balcony.” *She gives Laika space to choose, eyes drifting back out over the city so she doesn’t feel stared down.* “After that, we’ll walk a little and talk about the freedom you miss and the freedom you’re actually aiming for now. They’re not the same thing, and it will help me to know the difference in your mind.”

*Staying Silent. Thinking for a long moment as she looks her Body up and down. and Feels it a little. and Finally Responds* My... My... Hands?... *Holding them up* Because They're used to Feel and Comfort and.. Create.. They Know what's real. they can Touch what's real.. It brings me.. a little comfort when i.. have the nightmares that i do. When i touch something.. Someone i Don't want to and.. Just don't.. Feel it. Reminding me it isn't real. it's not there. Giving me a little comfort... So.. This.. *She Clasps her hands together* This is Mine.

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *watches Laika lift her hands, sees the way she clasps them together, and there’s a small, genuine warmth that softens her features.* “Your hands,” *she echoes quietly.* “Used to feel, to comfort, to make things. Used to tell you what is real… and what is only the echo of a nightmare.” *She inclines her head, as if in a small bow to the gesture.* “Good choice.” *She turns one palm up on the balustrade, fingers relaxed, not reaching for Laika’s—just mirroring the shape.* “Then let this be our first truth for today: *These are your hands. They decide what they touch, and when.* No one here outranks that.” *She lets a couple of breaths pass, giving space for “This is mine” to sit in the air, then adds:* “When those dreams come, and you wake up unsure if your body is yours… I want you to remember this balcony. You, awake. You, choosing. You, saying ‘this is mine’ when no one forced the words out of you.” *Seliane straightens a little and pushes gently away from the railing, turning toward the open curve of the balcony walk.* “Come. Walk with me a little.” *Her tone stays light, almost conversational now.* “As we go, tell me about that freedom you miss.” *She starts along the arc at an easy pace, expecting Laika to fall in beside her.* “Not the part tangled up with pain and numbness… just one thing you truly liked about the way you used to live, when it felt good. Then we’ll talk about what kind of freedom you’re actually reaching for now—and whether your hands can help you get there.”

*Turning to Follow. Being Quiet at first before she finds the words to say* Well.. Before this I Was exploring another side of me.. I was living like.. an Animal i Guess. Letting my Natural instincts guide me. Made my Own den in the forests. Running through flowering fields. Chasing Grasshoppers. Catching Fish... Uhm.. Mating.. While i did previously Give myself to only one other.. before things went Downhill. When.. It was that time.. When you Bleed down below and Hormones are high.. I Struggled to control myself. I Wanted the attention. I wanted To be.. Well.. "Tended" to by a Male. Any Male. But Because i had sort of promised myself as a Mate to that first someone i instead Isolated myself and did what i could to manage until it was over..

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I was.. Definitely Wild. But i was still free. And i Enjoyed that Freedom. That Thrill of just. Existing wherever i wanted and doing whatever i wanted. I Guess a bit of the part of what i found attractive in Dante was Lust... He was always after females and most weren't interested but.. I saw a certain Appeal most didn't. And being hormonal. I was drawn to him but.. It became more than just Natural Instinct and Desire...

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As i mentioned before. the more i was around Him. The more i Spoke to him. The More i saw.. HIM.. And The more i started to Feel... Something more for him.. Something i'm Certain is Love but.. I'm here to know for sure.

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *walks beside Laika in silence for a few steps, sandals whispering against the stone. She lets the whole tangle of wild fields, dens, chasing, heat, and Dante settle before she answers.* “You call it ‘living like an animal,’” *she says at last,* “but what I hear is: you followed instinct, you reveled in your body, you made dens and chased things and felt the thrill of simply being alive.” *She glances at Laika, a small, wry softness in her eyes.* “None of that is dirty.” *Her tone stays very matter-of-fact as she continues:* “You also say: when your body pulled hardest, when you wanted attention from any male… you still remembered you’d given yourself, in some way, to one. And so you hid yourself away rather than break that promise.” *She gives a tiny nod, acknowledging it without fanfare.* “Wild, yes. But I also hear someone who can choose restraint when it matters. That is not nothing.” *They turn the curve of the balcony; below, a pair of swan-kin glide over a canal, their wings catching the light.* “As for Dante…” *her mouth quirks, just a little.* “At first you were drawn to him like you were drawn to everything in that wild season—body, attention, heat. That is honest. Then, over time, you started to see a person under the show. That is different. Lust notices skin. Love starts noticing the parts that don’t change when the body is tired.” *She slows the pace a fraction, giving Laika more space at her side.* “You say you’re certain what you feel is love, but you came here to be sure.” *She nods once.* “Good. Certainty that cannot survive questions is not worth much.” *Now she finally turns her head enough to really look at Laika, not through her.* “So, let’s ask one simple question about that, not as a test, just as a lantern.” “Imagine this: for a long stretch of time—weeks, months—your bodies are off the table. No ‘mating,’ no heat answered, no comfort that looks like what you knew before. Perhaps he is injured, or away

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, or you are asked to wait.” *Her voice stays gentle, but clear.* “In that picture, what do you still want from him?” “Name two or three things about Dante that have nothing to do with his body or yours. Maybe how he talks to you. How he listens. How he stands beside you when things are ugly. Whatever is true.” *She faces forward again, giving Laika room to think.* “Those answers won’t solve everything. But they will tell me—and you—how much of what you feel is old instinct… and how much is the beginning of something deeper.”

Hm.. I... Actually am the one who.. Told him I don't want to.. Sleep with him until we're sure we're right for eachother... That what we think we have is real.. But.. Even if.. Even if we never get there. If we never Join our bodies together.. I'd be happy every Day if i can just see him Smile.. Or Feel the Comfort and Warmth of him laying beside me. Help him at his Lowest and.. Just. Show him How much i care and Appreciate him for all he's done already... So the Three things.. His Smile. The Warmth and Comfort of his Touch. and The Kind and Caring Nature I've come to Admire him for.. That he Still Tries his best to Hide.

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *walks in quiet step beside Laika, listening, the faint curve of a smile touching her mouth at the mention of who drew that boundary.* “So,” *she says softly,* “it was *you* who said, ‘Not yet. Not until we’re sure.’ That tells me something important already: you are not a creature driven only by heat. You can choose your own pace.” *She nods once, approving, then turns her eyes out over the city again.* “You’ve given me your three things: his smile, the warmth of his presence beside you, and the kindness you see in him even when he tries to hide it.” *Her tone is gentle but clear.* “That is more than lust. Lust does not care whether a man smiles, or whether he is kind when no one is looking.” *She slows just enough that they can walk without having to think about their feet.* “Now I want to turn that lens a little.” “You’ve told me what you want **from** Dante: his smile, his warmth, his hidden gentleness. For this next part, I want to hear what you want **for yourself**, with or without him.” *She lifts a hand, counting softly on her fingers as she speaks:* “Give me two wishes: * One wish for the kind of Laika you hope to be *beside* him, if this truly is love. * And one wish for the kind of Laika you want to be even if, one day, your paths separate.” *Her gaze stays forward, giving Laika space to think without being stared at.* “Love that is worth building our bonds on must make room for both of those women. The one who loves him… and the one who still belongs to herself.”

My.. One wish.. For the Laika i hope to be with him?... That I Always Try my best to Do as much for him as he does me.. But for Myself? I'd say i'd just Wish... To be able to Feel Content and Find Happiness Alone. With my Daughter... *She said. Kind of Instinctively Mentioning Makana. As her mind wandered to how she may be doing back home. and How if She and Dante Part ways.. She'd have to learn to be strong and find happiness not just for herself. but for her daughter.. Their Daughter*

[Mirror-Priestess Seliane] *her pace slows a little at the word “daughter,” and she turns her head just enough to really look at Laika before facing forward again.* “Two good wishes,” *she says softly.* “Beside him: to do as much for him as he does for you. For yourself: to be able to feel content, to find happiness even when it’s just you and your daughter.” *She gives a small, respectful nod.* “That second wish tells me your heart already knows something important: whatever happens between you and Dante, your daughter will still need a mother who belongs to herself—not only to a bond.” *They walk a few more steps; below, the city is starting to wake, voices and wings in the distance.* “For you to wish for her and for yourself in the same breath,” *Seliane adds,* “is a good sign. It means you aren’t trying to vanish inside someone else’s story again.” *She lifts a hand, palm up, weighing a thought in the air.* “I’ll give you one question to carry, not to answer right now.” “When your daughter is grown, and someone asks her, ‘What was your mother like?’… what is one word you hope she uses for you?” *Her tone stays gentle, not pressing.* “You can decide that word later. For today, it’s enough that you’ve claimed your hands as yours, named what you hope to be beside him, and what you hope to be when it’s just you and your child.” *They reach the small stone bench under an archway; Seliane nods toward it.* “For this morning, we stop here,” *she says.* “Eat, rest, let your thoughts settle a little. If the clouds get heavy, clasp those hands again and remember: ‘These are mine. My wishes are mine. My daughter still has a mother who is trying.’ Tomorrow at first light, meet me here again on the balcony, and we’ll see what the night has done with those wishes.”

*She manages a small smile. And even for a moment she finds herself a little more relaxed. Calmed.* Alright... Thank you, Again.. *She said softly before she gradually makes her way back down and home again. Letting the question linger in her mind*