This is Orbis. Here, the Roman nations are a superpower.
This is West India. It's where an ocean meets a sea. It's also a pot of gold at the end of a Catalan rainbow.
On the islands' coasts, there are settlements. Ships are anchored in the bays. On brighter days, Catalan colors fly from both the ships and the settlements.
For a certain Taíno girl inland, this day might've started out brighter. Now, alas, it's been a bit grey.
Meet Lilly. She's a pubescent girl...and she's been dumped. Nude, she wanders about her mother's things. Her mother was quite the One in Heat in life...and yet, her man left her too.
Lilly can feel it; losing men is in her maternal DNA. She's doomed...just like her mother.
From a hole in the tree, she drags out a pair of her mother's panties. They're Muslim-green. One of her mother's younger male friends once nicked them from a Catalan settlement. It seems that, over there, Catalonia STILL hasn't outgrown the age of the imperial Caliphates...
But then, that makes sense. Once an imperial subject itself, Catalonia seems to have become an empire of sorts...
Unsure of what it's worth, Lilly tries on the panties. As she half-expects, they're too big for her. They're like a hot air balloon all around her waist. Maybe if she used parts of them to improvise a pair of suspenders...
Much later, much of the Muslim-green panties are stretched all over the treetop. Still barely even clothed, and just as topless, Lilly hangs from the center of it all. Even now, her panties are slipping.
There's no tree branch under where she hangs. It's a long fall to down there, from here...
Still, Lilly struggles to get the panties on...as much as she knows they don't fit. Lilly would hate to think that they never caused her mother this much trouble...if she ever even wore them...
One-Who-Chants, Lilly's ex-lover, walks in, as she's trying to get the panties to fit. He seems both amused and overwhelmed by Lilly's extreme spider's web-like job of getting the panties...on.
Lilly heaves a sigh. "Great," she mutters. "Come to leave another one of my old things? I can't spend the rest of my life getting over you, you know."
He grins. "Actually, I'm genuinely worried about you. This...along with other things, is a reason why many of our people now question your sanity."
"I'M NOT INSANE!" Lilly's shout echoes throughout the jungles below. Nonetheless, she struggles to calm herself. "I'm just...heartbroken, is all. Surely, you've had multiple girlfriends by now. Surely you know how extremely we can react to...our first love's dumping...of us?"
"I have seen it. Whether I UNDERSTAND it or not is a different matter?"
"Have you come to tell me something useful," she snaps, "or are you just going to stand there and make fun of me until I fall out of these..." She hesitates. She STILL can't admit that her mother's "Arabian princess" panties don't fit. "Until I get menopause?!"
He scoffs, and looks her up and down. "Menopause?! I'm shocked you think you're at risk."
Still upside-down, Lilly heaves a sigh.
He approaches...and makes Lilly nervous. "There's just," he admits, passionately, "one last memory...that I'd like to revisit...before parting ways with you forever..."
At this, Lilly trembles. She's...not sure what to expect...
His face stops too close in front of hers. She's still upside-down, and in distress. He's not.
With both of his hands, he reaches towards her hips. She smiles serenely. He's going to squeeze her precious ass... She can feel it...
Instead, he grabs part of the bulk of her panties. He hauls two strands of them towards himself...inadvertently hoisting Lilly higher into the tree...away from his face.
He buries his face into this part of the Arabian princess panties, and snuggles up with them. Ah, they feel SO good to him... If Lilly didn't know any better, she'd think that for as long as they were together, he preferred snuggling with her panties over letting her face-sit him...
From up above, still struggling to keep the panties on, Lilly gapes...at first. But then, she heaves a sigh, and crosses her arms.
It...takes her a while to realize that her hands were the only things keeping those panties from sliding off of her. As soon as she does, though, she falls...and falls right between the branches of the rest of the tree, straight down...
Refreshed, One-Who-Chants releases the panties' slack, stretches, and looks around. He's confused, when he doesn't see Lilly hanging among the entanglement. Nonetheless, he shrugs, and goes about the regular monotony of his existence...down the tree.
From a lower branch below, Lilly hangs from a knob, nude again. God, she hopes her rebound doesn't catch her in this state...although it probably wouldn't do him any harm if he did...
"Fuck love," Lilly mutters. "Why do I ever even give it a chance?!"