Oh My Goddess! - Valkyrie's Eternity
Volume III
Axes I
Frode watched them all march off, the cadence more whimsical than anything strict. This given whom was in that formation, for both sides of a spectrum, military and nor. Ishara sensed this, and took a hand to grasp.
"What a journey."
Frode heard this, and his mind began to suddenly wander again.
-An indelible, heavenly time long past...-
Warm light, filtering through soft curtains, floating amongst a scene of peace. (Now.) Further beyond, the sounds of medical machinery that she knew so well, all ignored, given the focus being on two packages, wrapped with all the goddess care in Existence, it so seemed.
Her slightly disheveled tresses of long blue, looking down on two that just slept rather quietly in her arms. One, a bare melon fuzz of white, exactly like the father's. The other, a eclectic mix of the colors of father and mother, seemingly tinged towards the father's side of mentality.
And they were hers. All natural. Rather rare at that.
"Are... you okay?"
The mother looks up, a smile as happy and scared as any she'd felt before. (And that included nuptials before Almighty himself, at that.) She however quips back, her fear and fatigue mixed. "Very."
Course then she then saw Frode's own weary state, looking all like a drunkard. Ishara dryly commented at this. "Gee, who's the one that needs worry?" ...this as a well nigh frazzled father of now two, just is helped to a seat by the nurses. Meanwhile, Njal comes up, a more professional question of the same. "How are you feeling Madame."
Ishara took a set of looks, from Njal, her equal number First Class Medical goddess: Seren, and then over to a happy drooly Frode, who just spent sixteen hours with her, in formal natural mortal style labor, (and then whom she dryly shook her head at.) And then she looked down at her twin bundles, the white haired tuff, a few minutes older, than the blue haired one. The goddess cloth grade blankets, looking all snuggly to them, as intended. Ishara then looks up, and responds to Njal finally.
"Well, aside from the obvious." ...this a few snickers, from about a baker's dozen of direct attendants, surrounded by dozens more that came to see the new arrivals of Heaven. And then the white haired tuff child, squeaks a tic. Awws ply the room, before the second kith, weirdly coo-grumbles in apparent kind. Seren hears and hazards.. "That sounded rather... er..."
"Eh, a father had to be plied into one of these kiths." Ishara quipped. She then notes, (as do everyone else of goddess,) as Frode is noted, snoring all of a sudden, half laying upon the bed. The young Lower Council seat of only six days, snoring as per usual godly rude a norm. Ishara saw this and twittered an eye. "Someone wake him up before he wakes the kids."
"I'll do it." ...as a hand whacks Frode up the backside of his head. Course it all only knocks him out cold instead, as the nurses and Ishara alike, all gasp at the sight of... "La... Lady Frigurina?"
The eldest goddess of Heaven's vast ranks, just looks around blankly, before looking down at an invalid god. "Oh... ah... I meant to do that. Didn't I?"
Ishara gulps, but then cracks a tic with... "Well, one supposes it's fair game, given this was all his idea."
Frigurina looks down, her cascading lengths of golden hair, reminiscent of a future goddess to come, just shrugs. "Ah. Then I suppose that is why then, for all the rarity of this moment." ...as the High Goddess looks up, and smiles. "Course, it took two to tango such a rare scene, after all." ...this Ishara blushes at, as much as other goddesses blush-snicker at, before looking away.
Frigurina then walks over, parting goddesses as if the Red Sea was before her. (The enraptured state of the goddesses present, seemed to relent to this iota.) She then leans over, at the bundles that Ishara holds with pride.
She then frowns. "All this joy, for ones that may be slated for events that are not."
Ishara blinks in worry. "Pardon, my great Lady?"
Frigurina just bades it all off, with a simple dismissive hand. She then readily looks openly, and asks innocently. "Can I hold them?"
Ishara then gulps and nods. "A.. aye... it'd be an honor, your Ladyship."
Frigurina then makes a 'phht' sound, on her tongue. "Ah, just call me Frig. All my friends do. Especially ones that know the rare pains and joys that I do now." ...this she blinks at, of her own impart. "Actually, I may need to tend to that personal iota, soon now here."
Ishara doesn't quite catch all of that, but more readily sees her new pride and joys, soon in the arms of the most powerful goddess in existence. (Of Heaven anyway.) Frigurina then coos and coddles them, before remarking. "Ahh, their auras are strong. Just like the mother's."
Ishara blushes when both bundles then giggle-coo in response, as if the paternal twin babies, were applauding the mother's inference here. Frig then asks, anime openly. "Have you named them yet?"
Ishara then sighs. "Well, all the boy names went down the Nidhog pipe, so we're going with..."
Frig was surprised on hearing, names that had been whispered within her own Foresight.
-Council Chambers-
"We've only experienced minor data fluctuations, from any overall effectual contacts, with the mortal realm, as of late. This despite all the various conflicts we've recorded."
Looking up into the vast pearlescent chambers of the combined Holy Council of Heaven, Lady Gaea gave her latest report on the conduct of recent events, on the System Hub, and the System overall. Of one sighing impart... ": The mortals, still have a long way to go. :"
": You need to be reminded of such, Lord Celestine? :" ..this Lady Freyana's tone, ever as plain as ever. The still recent enough Lower Seat god, just snips back... ": I find reminding, that we see little progress of our charges on below. I still hope for the ideas the System is meant for. However, is evolution occurring properly enough for..."
": All is proceeding as intended. :" ...one Overreaching Voice speaks, none missing the point. Not that Celestine was appeased enough by it. ": Yet at the rate of such things, will we 'have' charges' to oversee, in the coming eons? :"
": That's enough councilor! :" Freyana stabs in suddenly, Lady Gaea gulping, as she fights off a bit of her own insecurities in hearing this discussion. She speaks of this in a low whisper. "It seems, every time we speak of the lower realms anymore, we're at each other's throats, from on high."
A more soothing voice comes over the chamber, one Almighty Himself finds in wisdom. ": We are not perfect, nor is any other being, save our Creator of presence. We should not expect the same yet, of the lower realms. It's not like we set any final rules for anyone. Life, has its own purpose. Its own will. :"
A well received sentiment.
Freyana however had one small squib to put in... uneasily. ": A well and fine sentiment, Lower Council Seat goddess Ishara. But could ye have conducted this, without the note of babes on each bosom? :"
Gaea, no less than others that could sense better, just teardrop, as a couple of kith giggles, gurgle out within the Council Chamber. Somewhere 'quite' nearby, a fatherly version, just looks around nervously. Not being formally seen, didn't mean not 'felt'.
": No one holds this against any or all. Least of all, I. :" ...Almighty remarks, nevermind somewhere, a High Goddess was laughing her butt off in another reality, at the moment. Not that actual breast feeding was a norm around these parts. (No less an active Session.)
": Of such things, here and now. :" Freyana bemoans again.
": I do not mind. :"
": Shut ye orifice Lord Thor! :" ...whit a few giggles ply out across the chamber.
Not that Ishara heeds. ": Still hungry are ye both? Such needs. :"
Frode just chuckled. "( : Been like this for a week already. : )"
": Of one to object no? :"
Frode didn't answer his wife back.
-Brightwater habitation unit, Frode assigned residence-
"HUSBAND!"
Boy did he bolt in. "What! What by Nidhog happened? Wha... eh?" ...this he blinks on seeing on the floor of their mutual (and vast,) shared residence chamber, one that had been appropriated greatly by Ishara's flair of influences, walls, furniture, structure of choice, even the name: (Casa de Valkyra Luxua Medicus.) One thing however Frode noticed, was how appropriated she by her twin joys. In every hair fracas pulling way that counted!
Frode sees as kiths just crawling all over Ishara, both with speed and dexterity, far more than a nominal earthly baby would be capable of. As such, the twins are cooing and giggling (and one even growling?) as they yank at Ishara's goddess cloth of the Medical Section, her accouterments of the goddess Medical Section, and the hair of the plain goddess, of often painful note!
Frode sees and just shrugs. "So? I see not the problem here."
Ishara just SEETHES at Frode, as her deep blue hair is subjected to hair splitting end treatment, as Jora-kith nibbles at it, and Lind-kith, just... uhhh, it's not breast beating time is it? (Not feeding either.) "You think this is funny?" ...this as Frode betrays a chuckle, as she yells at him! Frode just snickers of so on... "You agreed to it all."
"Not to this? I swear they take after you so danged much!"
Frode stops chuckling, and reacts a bit pensive... "But... uh, I don't..." ...just as a couple of goddess nannies (one auburn and the other silver hair, the usual goddess nanny cloth,) appear on cue finally. "Ahhh! Sorry madame!" ...the silver hair yelps, as they both race over.
And then promptly become just as overwhelmed by the twins, as their mother. Frode sees this, as apparently Valkyrie strength is inbred in the twins, as shown by the pained faces on all three elder goddesses. Apparently the kiths liked this better than some of the toys all around. (Some even Valkyrie 'angled'.)
Frode just scoots away... "Tactical retreat time."
Ishara got even later that night, when she slept alone on the grass outside the residence (one shaped like a massive hospital-castle hybrid in a realm of a majestic planet of white mountains, carpets of white roses, and everything heavenly fit. Some of which, of themes, Ishara was still trying to figure out.) Of this, of said vengeance, was of his long night of terror, with the same kiths all over him!
"Ahhh, vengeance is a dish, best served cold."
Ishara smirked at that, ignoring the clamor that made the attendant Seraphim around the nearby valley, keep hidden well out of sight. She then considered her own words, considering the fact Lind-kun was demonstrating inherit use of some cold hands, already.
"Yeow!" ...as Frode finds out.
-Time passes slowly-
": Here again Judicator? :"
Frode just sighed, his shock never seeming to subside, with every declaration of Lord Thor's presence. "Ah... apologies Lord Thor. I... I was just..." ...this the lower council reacts, like some Third Class goddess, caught with a hand in the angel cookie jar. Thor just chuckles and walks over to Frode's right side, and SLAPS him on the back, like he did to anyone else, Lord Thor considered a friend.
Of this... ": Aye, I still miss him as well. Even all too well knowing better. :"
Frode sighs glumly, and looks around, at that vast area of garden kempt white roses, the golden hued statute that dominated the center of the Mausoleum, the statue, one only a few in Heaven, dared to visit, worse few, that could remember what it was there for.
Of one of the few... "I was... lamenting. After a terse judgment of a lacking in a particular Second Class goddess's training laxes, such I had to catch myself. Myself, remembering what Master once told me of my duty to heaven."
": Ah yes, I noted from Goddess Gaea's report unto my Office. :" ...this Frode looks over in surprise, Thor just smirking. ": Be not surprised. The dressing down Goddess Phosus begot, will likely mold her to the better. But perhaps you did use... excess... in said lambasting."
"I thought I could do better, than my Master of the same. I thought I owed to him of that." ...Frode then sighs... "I was wrong."
": Aye you are. :" ...Thor's barb getting a decent glare from the Judicator. Thor enjoyed such things, as they lent to the usual breached soul to impart upon... ": But one learns from such mistakes. If not, then that is where your loss of your Master, and my brother, would truly fail of all. :"
Frode looks thoughtful, his hands relaxing from the twisting knots from behind his own back. (And nearly tearing the god laden cape along with.) A lost moment of time, as the two look up, and discuss of a few more joyful memories of their fallen friend.
That was, until, a weird breeping tone makes Thor look down at Frode. ": You brought your Council CPU here? :" ...this Frode frantically fumbles at, for a unit that suspiciously looks like one of those cell phone units, that would appear in about a century or so. He fumbles the unit on, to the consequence of... "Aye? Who is..."
"- Pumky! Our kids just said their first word together! -" ...this shouted so hard into Frode's ear, he is shot off to his left, like a gunshot! Thor just yells. ": Hey, watch it! I could have been hurt. :" ...Thor joshes readily, as Frode just looks dizzy eyed, answering back into the CPU. "tHey DId? WHaT dId thEY SaY?"
Frode blinked when Ishara told him.
"'Battle'? They said that first?"
Ishara nods, as she looks chiefly at him, as the two nannies kept refereeing between the twins, as Jora and Lind kept batting at each other with inflatable toy Axes. (The refereeing not a mere thing, the two were readily whacking at each other, in a game of toddler one-upmanship. Got antsy at times.)
Frode noted the welt on a mommy's forehead, within her Sigil, but was focused more on the obvious. "So, the joy of battle is already instilled within them."
He just gets a nice finger prod in the chest for that. "And whose fault is that? I don't remember saying anything to them, during tales and stories hour."
Frode just smirks back, arms folded. "Aye, and all that Silver Wing training isn't in either of them either, is it?"
Ishara just leans in amorously, to Frode's blushing discomfort. "Hmm? And why else did I let you into my heart, without a catalyst." ...this Ishara looks a bit too cozy, for either Frode or the nannies to be comfortable with. The two toddlers just look at this, and go... "Eww." ...the nannies in kind. "Yeah, get a room!" ...this Frode about barks back at...
...before Ishara does just that anyway, a moment later. An arm dragged at that too.
-More time...-
"Play?" ...said rather deadpan.
Ishara looks down at her steel blue haired daughter of five goddess years. "Yes. What else did you expect?"...of which the sight of all those diminutive goddesses in sight, made Lind pull a face.
Jora just chuckled. "There's no toy axes to play with here." ...which Lind looks over with cute button eyes of steel blue, that try to look serious, despite her age. "I thought that's all you needed for play." ...which makes Jora actually cock a thoughtful pose.
Ishara just turns her head and eyes Frode next to her, whom also looked a bit lost. "I blame you for that." ...which Frode blanches back. "What'd I do?"
Afore their mutual sight, their apparent 'turn' on Fifth Years day, as a particularly rambunctious 'mob' of lil goddesses Of the four, sorta, Ishara was the only one that looked comfortable here. Well, Jora as well, though she worried of things Lind, not meant for kids normally. Lind meanwhile was a bit too much like her lost as heck in the face Father, as they stood there just watching.
...and then just watching. Enough to make Ishara eye all three. "What are you all, statues? Do I 'really' need to prod kids forth to play?"
"Maybe they just need reason to." ...making eyes look over at, of Ishara's vocal behest... "Administrator Gaea." ...of whom said goddess nods back. Frode nods back too, a touch uncertain as the two eye each other, before A couple of random kid goddesses shoot by them, laughing for all the heavenly world. Gaea just notes this, with a slightly chiding tone. "Look at them go. They seem not weighed down by concerns, too ancient for youths to partake of. One should grow up first, before one is consumed by such things."
"Grow up?" ...Lind and Jora yelp over, which Gaea giggles unto. Frode remarks in. "Perhaps the words could have been better chosen." ...which Ishara eyes over, before Gaea does as well, the latter bantering words back to a better point, one using Frode as the catalyst, by asking in turn. "Then perhaps you can give these youths a better verbiage, for why we celebrate this glorious day."
Frode suddenly finds himself introspective. Ishara sees this, as the Judicator remembers ancient teachings, only he here now can have 'authorization', to remember. Such comes out as, in a tone that becomes rather hopeful.
"Here, you see one reason why we of the War Section, fight and defend our ways, with such fervor and passion. Our joy of battle, is to protect moments such as this."
"Love?" Ishara eyes over, as does two Valk daughters, as Frode is lost in a memory, for of ever a happy moment. Gaea eyes with a knowing smirk, as Frode sighs. "Perhaps I take my work too seriously at that." ...before he then looks down at his daughters. They both look up, as a father imparts of well placed wisdom. "And you both should not take after me, especially this particular day. This day itself will show you why." ...at which, he pushes his twin daughters off with a fun push. Ishara giggles, as in turn, as Jora just 'fights back', by yank pulling her father with her! Lind in accent, as Jora laughs back... "We won't go down alone then daddy!" ... "Let us all partake father." ... "Not so hard! I just had this cloth... wait... ACK!" ...as suddenly about fifty lil, goddesses suddenly plow through, collecting all three to their merry frolicking.
Ishara just goes into a laughing spree at the sight, before soon joining in anyway.
Gaea giggles too, and just watches on. A bit out of place, but nothing more here. The fun was reserved for the young anyway.
-Time passes when one blinks-
"Boo!" ...one lil goddess lass in a simple goddess smock.
"Will you stop that Jora! Ergh!" ...the other in a cut off shorts version.
"Nyahaa! Scared you good then Sis!"
Lind, of all short of a budding teenager along with her Sister Jora, acts like one of goddess standards, with a huff fit for a more mortal vein. This before Lind schemes a bit like one, as she stands on a heavenly meadow, in the soft shade of a tree, on a glorious as ever day, with Jora dangling upside down from a branch of said tree. The tongue waggling from Jora just egged it on, unto the point Lind quips out, with slit eyes. "You should know better than to play in trees at your age."
Jora stops swinging, and cocks her own eyes. This before she then feels a COLD reason, why she can't swing, or even move at all! "H.. hey!" ...Jora decries, seeing her hands and legs frozen in place by a good amount of ice, retroactively then seeing Lind turn, blowing away ice from her spell charged fingers.
Jora just shouts in reaction... "Lind! The tree Spirits will complain again!" ...this Lind just looks back with a strange quirk of a smile. "Like that stops you from annoying them either?"
Jora slits her own eyes, and then with a good grunt, breaks out of her icy binds, to land with a flip to a low crouch, a bit more expert looking than Jora's still youthful age should belie. Lind looks back in time to suddenly sense Jora's own hands are suddenly spell charged! Lind a split second before... "Sister, do not... HEY!" ...she is suddenly thrown down to her back, by a sharp earthly tremor that breaks soil and rock through the prior hand gentle grass!
Lind gets feeling back, in time to look back up angrily, to a smirk back from Jora. Such was the haughty snort back of... "What, couldn't keep your feet there?"
"Sister!" Lind reacts by suddenly flaring icy charges upon her hands, and the lunging at Jora with wrath! Jora just reacts with a quick growl. "Fine then!" ...and make a sudden impromptu weapon of a yanked root from same said nearby tree, an act which defeats her own earlier complaint! Both then just have at each other! "YAHHHH!"
"I said wait up Secur!"
"Come mai?"
A youth goddess of about eight years by look, a hardly revealing garbed cloth that she'd favor in future years, for more nose bleed versions, just huffs back as usual at her own Sister. "Because I said so Eihwa! Mon Déesse."
Eihwa, pretty much a smaller version in cloth of about exactly what she'd become in her own upcoming years, white in white, just rolls her silver-gray in white eyes and sighs. "Are you always going to be so slow Sorella Peorth?"
"Que?" ...a said tongue that was apparently more natural to her than she realized, objected back. "Who's the one that got that kind of a lecture from Mere just yesterday?"
"It wasn't a lecture, it was our Madre preparing us. Like we have a true choice really."
Peorth just sighs. "Indeed." ...a bit too much so for a child to be musing over. This before Peorth looks up, and blanches again. "Hey! I said wait already!"
Eihwa, floating up over the rise of a heavenly meadow hill, just looks back... "Come hai detto?" ...which Peorth about growls at again, before Peorth instead sees what Eihwa NEVER sees coming! This as a fracas goddess type hairball of a fight just PLOWS over Eihwa, more than staining, (and flattening,) her white purity upon the ground!
"Owwie."
Peorth about starts to laugh, before she herself has to dive out of the way of the fight Lind and Jora are having! Peorth just yells back as the tussle quickly zips by them! "Attention imbeciles!" ...just as Eihwa sits back up. "WHaT hIt mI?"
Peorth just grumbles out... "I think your lil girlfriend and her sister encore une fois.." ...which makes Eihwa blanch out with a poisoned blush, all dirt smudged. "How'd you know THAT?"
Peorth just sighs. "The things Mere knows about us." ...which makes Eihwa look thoughtful. "I guess that's why she told mi about your bedwetting spiel." ...which Peorth GROWLS back with, just before a rather harsh spell charge make them both look, Eihwa scooting up beside to witness, as the fracas is all too swiftly heading towards... "Ahhh, they're heading for the Relaxation Overlook park."
Eihwa blinks. "Wasn't there a bunch of high goddesses there today for something?"
Peorth just looks dryly. "Oh this will be fun."
Peorth and Eihwa blink, and then look at each other, before zipping to watch...
"YOU RUINED A SCULPTURE OF A HERO!"
Not often goddesses of youth are yelled at that hard, by Freyana. This as the badly disheveled duo of Ishara's womb, aren't about to be saved from the gaze of her either. This as an eight year old set pair of Jora and Lind are getting a good verbal tarring. This with Frode in the center, within the Judicator's Office, flanked by Ishara of cold dead of stare, and Freyana, all disheveled still herself, a couple pieced of marble debris still falling off her equally disheveled long hair.
And yes, both sisters were wincing with each yell, such continued by Freyana with... "Of all things, flinging spells unsanctioned like that, causing the destruction of nearly an entire park, with ten other goddesses, one of which is in Medical Section! The celebration for Hero's Ball was coming up, and now one of the vaunted Hero's won't be getting a proper gift!"
Frode eyes over a tic, knowing better, before he gets yelled at in turn by Freyana! "Truly Councilor! Hath ye no sense to monitor their responsibility with powers, they are not allowed proper use yet?"
"Not until now." Frode admits, which actually winces his two daughters even moreso. Ishara adds in for effect. "It would seem their budding powers need discipline after all. Despite my previous reservations."
"IF, I should allow them the honor." ...Frode injects, to a bit of a surprise glance from Ishara, Freyana eyeing over as well. "And why not?" ...with a hand at the accused. "They need said discipline."
"Because the Order is not a daycare center." ...Frode puts in a grinding tone, making his daughters particularly uneasy. Such that turns into a wanting, as Frode describes... "The Order stands for the honor of Heaven, against all enemies that would attempt to halt the System, and it's functions. Such carried on by those of goddess ranks, that cannot defend themselves as skillfully.
Those that earn the name Valkyrie, do so with all respect. Such is NOT the place for children that cannot be mindful of the world around them, at all times."
"Yes Father." ...two sisters respond. One of them heeding the words more than intended. Frode imparts, as Freyana keeps finding debris in her hair to pluck out. "As such, can you give excuse of why I should not instead, ship you both off to the Debugging Section?"
"None." ...both respond a bit too morbidly. Lind alone had thought that another goddess of Norn would have too much reality of one day. It didn't set well with her. Jora for her mental part, wasn't too far behind, though she 'did' consider the Section option more amicably.
Frode of his part just huffs, which leads to Ishara for her part, lending a calming hand, given she sensed Frode was all too willing to give his daughters the same verbal treatment, that he hath give too many Valkyries of standard not upheld. A sign that Frode took the honor of the Combat Order too seriously. Ishara didn't know why, but she knew it wasn't completely needed here.
Ishara instead then imparts instead to her daughters. "Your consideration for Third Class goddess licensing is suspended, incumbent upon rectification of damage you both left in your mutual wake. After, you both will be 'set' on the Standard of the Order..." ...which makes both goddess youths blink. "Provided that your conduct from this time forth, is satisfactory. Do we make our judgment clear?"
"Yes Mother!" ...two voices sound more upbeat than they should be allowed. Frode cocks an eye at noting that detail. "Such all be done, during Hero's Ball."
"Aww." Jora betrays cutely, and gets a good dry stare from Lind. Freyana looks at Frode. "Actually... isn't that a bit harsh?" ...before the High goddess that liked to accuse too much, realized her own words for what they meant. Frode just eyes back. "Perhaps they will have to earn another chance someday."
Freyana shrugs. "When the world is broken and made anew again of a lifetime, perhaps." ...which Jora eyes at warily. "That sounds like a long time."
"Maybe long enough to grow you both by." Freyana snips back, Jora gulps and looks back down.
"We understand." ...comes from a rather strict tone, as the others look at Lind, and her suddenly emotionless face.
Frode for one, wondered...
The party was well afar now. It was hard not to notice it, given the seemingly once in a lifetime sight in the sky. A Palace without equal. A party more than the same.
This seen from 'below', from eyes that took a break from repair work, with voice to ask. "I wonder who the Heroes are up there."
"It doesn't matter. Not for us." ...an austere tone respond back, too mindful of why she doesn't know. This as she used the help of a spell focus tool to assist in making formal repairs to the park, Lind and Jora both demolished. Jora's version was inert for the moment, as she daydreamed a bit much, then replied back to Lind. "Do you think we'd ever do anything to become part of a Ball like that?"
"We'd have to grow up first." Lind responds back too easily, Jora chuckles and runs a hand in her white spiky locks. "Yeah, we sure made a scene." ...which starts a a bit of a giggle from Jora. One that causes Lind to look up dryly, such to Lind's objection of... "We'll never gain the approval of Father , by being so reckless. Nor being light of heart about our goal."
Jora gives a good look right back at Lind. "Taking after Father suddenly are we?"
"Only as much as you are 'not'." Lind counters back. Jora just smirks cutely back. "Then we balance each other out perfectly."
"Perfect disaster, you mean." Lind huffs and starts to go back to her work. Jora just shrugs, and starts to do more work again, before she notes coming closer, from afar... "Eh? Father?" ...which makes Lind stab a look over, as said Judicator walks near, looking around at... "I see you both are doing a fine job. The mapping Program for the repairs seem to be holding up."
Jora just snickers. "Ahh, thanks Father?" ...which Frode eyes over and Jora wilts a tic on sight of. Frode's disappointment in them both quite prevalent. Lind however on subject of detail she was dismissing prior, asks in decent surprise of... "Are you not going to the Ball, Father?"
Frode stops, looks introspective for a moment, then responds with a defensive enough tone. "I have my reasons not to go. Enough that perhaps you both could use company in your time of incarceration to duty." ...Jora of which blinks. "But you'd miss the party."
"As are you both. A shared company to the same. Leave such be?" Frode responds, which Lind grows confused by.
"I guess we must at that." ...a fourth voice joins the group. Lind adds of cocked eye. "And now Mother too." ...which Ishara, laden with all looks of a picnic basket, looks at Lind with... "What? I couldn't well let your father sulk on his own."
"I do 'not' sulk, my lady." Frode jabs back annoyed, his council cloth of usual note as jostled about as he, on responding back. Ishara just saunters up and pats Frode's melon. "Of course ye don't, my love."
This garners giggles from Jora and Lind unexpectedly, to a glare back, that makes the two goddesses work at double time suddenly.
Frode then looks around again. "Not bad for a few hours, of honest hard work." ...this two future Valkyries hear, to an honest blush and smile each back. Such added further with... "Is it not this, the power of making things all good, better than the latter that we of Heaven 'don't' conduct?"
Ishara eyes Frode, sensing something 'added' in those words, as Lind looks introspective, Jora vocalizing an answer for them both. "Yes. It does feel better."
"Yes." Lind responds as well. Jora jabs back a bit with... "Yes? That is all you can say?"
"Who needs eloquence when we have you Sister." ...Lind banters back, which fumes Jora nice and beet good. This which begets a good laugh from parents near. This Ishara imparting with defensive glares from daughters, relieved from with... "I suppose my growing daughters, all too fast it seems, deserve a treat to help further better moods with."
"Now?" Lind asks plainly.
"Now." Frode more openly.
"Yay." Jora, hardly plain.
"Kids." Ishara, plain at Jora's expense.
Soon after, in the middle of a park that seemed to currently suit a family that looked at piece, but had all markings of stories yet told, of one format or another, as much as much of the park was partly serene, others still needing mending.
To an eye watching afar, of a Mighty Seat of war measure, he saw details well and good, enough to accept already, what was to come by.
": If they only knew, I guess. :"
": More than. :" ...this an already present Lord Thor, angles his head back, as Almighty joins him. Thor nods, but then asks. ": I would have garnered, ye would have remained at the Ball, at the appropriate moment of time you prefer. :"
": I am still as such. :" ...Almighty remarks to his timeless nature. ": But, sometimes one needs to experience the story again, on another go around of witnessing. Not unlike rereading a well and true tome. :"
Thor wondered about that. ": Maybe not all of a tome is meant for such a vein. Not for my part to what we speak of here. :"
": Tsk. :" ...is all Almighty says, which cocks Thor's eye. ": My Lord? :"
": Gifts for the story, are about to be returned to sender. Already despite such plied currently for the timeless Ball. :"
Thor begot a sense of detail from that. He then looked below at the picnic, about the 'only' family in Heaven, that could be both 'not' at the Ball, and apart 'all' the same. Of the present part of that timeless puzzle well unknowingly told yet, Thor then states. ": I then must begin the molding process for these two as well. It seems They won't have too long to wait. :"
": Less than. :" ...Almighty finishes. Thor smirks over on that. ": How's the first proper borne of the Lady's womb becometh? Of Norn, by family title, did ye remark of? :"
Almighty just sighs. ": Mentioned... a wait less than, in coming. :"
Thor chuckles in kind. ": If only he was already here to cherish that same moment. :" Almighty only nodded.
Frode below senses being watched, but finds two High souls not present upon his sight to see. Ishara asked, and when answer not begotten, an angel-pastry in the mouth to a laughing fit from Jora.
And of the coming days... weeks... a year after...
-...at the beginning of a career.-
Well worn in training fields. Heavenly structures meant for asserting the training intent of the Order's prime function. A crop of soon to be ground goddesses in the ways of battle's joy, stand as a gaggle, in still hardly form fitted jumpsuits, such that the suits would 'mold' to them, as the goddesses progressed in the unceasing time to come. The day was bright, and ever long for the first moment, of the rest of their eternal lives.
Such began with...
"ATTENTION!"
A bit of a fumbled cadre of goddesses make a decent sloppy sound of such This as a fire red headed Commander of the Combat Order looks down the row of new inducted Blue Wing candidates. Of which, two stand side by side, about a third of the way down the front of a three row deep formation, of some fifty goddesses total. Most were uncertain of what was about to happen. Many thought they did, and were about to be proven wrong, and corrected for it to their learning. A few, just listened, with less patters of their encoded hearts, knowing well enough.
What they received first however, as a Valkyrie Commander, of said red hair, looked over at her equal number, a green haired lass of short locks, just looks back. The first Commander then snaps out...
"Harder!"
"Faster!" ...the green haired Commander snaps in concert.
"Smarter!" ...both Commanders stab out at once! Two of the Blue Wings blink, as the first Commander snaps out. "Those words are the first lesson, on your path upon the Order. The title of which we bear our Axes of, is earned by these three words, learned every day, FOR every day since they were first spoken, upon the Founding of the Combat Order of the Valkyries of Heaven! Even older than our current Master of War!"
The second Commander snaps in for more accent. "REMEMBER them! As your training Commanders from this day on, till you ALL achieve the Standard you all join this Order willingly for, Commander Phosus here, and I, Commander Demesus, will grind you with this knowledge, in more ways than you could hazard to imagine!"
Commander Phosus takes up to grind further with. "And then, we'll grind it further, that you will learn to fear, and awe by. Prepare yourselves, for that which you are not prepared. Are we clear Blue Wings!"
"Yes... Commander..." ...semi warbles out first. Phosus stabs crystal clad with... "Are we clear Blue Wings!"
"YES COMMANDER!"
Phosus nods, looking at the cadre before her, all of them equally dispassionately. She then simply remarks. "You will all now be filed to acquire your first training Axes. They are only bronze Axes, and will break easily, until you learn the effect of what your real Axe will mean to you! As such... CADRE! Right... face!" ...to another semi-sloppy effect, some better than others. Jora for one in column beside Lind, just smiles. Lind rolls her eyes.
And then... "For-ward... march!"
...they all try to take that first step... and a long domino train of goddesses that all suddenly fall forward! Sloppy as well too, not all at once, but all to the eventual same effect! The chaos catches the attention of several other more advanced training Cadres, that 'whoop it up', at the sight! Lind for one, sandwiched between two Blue Wing goddesses, just snaps.. "What the light just happened?"
"Congratulations." Phosus quips, as many of the goddesses manage to extricate to see... "Hey! The jumpsuit just wrapped around my ankles!"
"Nice observation Tsuyana."
"Yeah yeah Thurd." ...from random voices around the Cadre. This as Demesus points out. "Now you all are officially, members of the Order. Up goddesses." ...which they all manage to do sloppily. Lind then remarks, straightening her suit out as best she could. "This will be an interesting journey."
"Indeed." ...Lind hears to look up and blink as Phosus eyes her directly. This remains for a steady moment, before Phosus then steps forward, snapping out... "Snap too Blue Wings! Your Axes are waiting!" ...to another sloppy sounding straightening of formation, which Phosus snaps at... "Sharper looking Blue Wing Thurd! A master is watching afar!"
"Aye Commander." ...said Blue Wing warbles out. This as Lind then trades a stare with Demesus, before Lind then hears of whisper. "Make it all interesting, why don't you Sis."
Lind just stares over at Jora, before the order to march is given.
...with the joys and pains of the future attached.
-More time of years passing...-
Ishara sure was busy these days, as she tapped at reports of all injuries that seemed to comprise a more hazardous situation, for goddesses to be of heaven, than it all was for the most part. Most of the injury reports were of a training nature, most of the rest from Debugging. Rarely was such from anything truly dire. None of which were of that format this day.
"So far anyway." ...the Medical Seat remarks, as she fiddles with her simple gilded device of all like a stethoscope, upon her chest. As she does, she stops and notes once again. "I see Daughters are training hard. Probably too hard." ...as Lind had been reported as having lacerations, Jora a rougher set of bruises than a Mother would like to have noted.
But Ishara knew better. "At least they seem to be serious enough with their training." ...as she took a moment to reminder herself, of her own willing time as a Blue Wing, before she found the calling as a healer preferable. The missions where her skills on the battlefield, saved every Valkyrie life that ever saw battle for other than joy, was a great deal why Ishara tended this calling.
However secretarial it seemed, for this moment in spent time. Such that Ishara finished her acknowledgement of the Injury data, to be filed for use by the Secretarial Section later for their usual statistics programs the Council studied. All cogs in the System program wheels.
This she tapped and sent off the files, and for a moment, took a moment to relax.
"And this is usually when..." Ishara commented to herself, halted for a moment in reflex of waiting, and then relaxed again. "...nothing happens."
-KLAXON CHIME-
"...or more."
Ishara bolts up out of her Seat, and shouts generally into the Net... "Status!"
Suddenly, an image of Lady Gaea appears before her. "- Apologies, but you are about to receive a Code Seven Wish recipient, with massive mortal injuries of the terminal. His Bioform will arrive in moments, once Wish Algorithm Access is confirmed. -"
": - And all such is. - :" ...the bodiless Voice of the One enters them both, mind 'and' encoded soul. And to be certain, just 'them', at that moment. Ishara jitters by all rights of surprise. "Almighty One."
": - Knoweth such, the Wish has been granted. The Recipient is enroute via my personal Datastream link. I fully expect this one, to be treated as if no less than a son of my own borne. - :"
Again... "Almighty... One?" ...more questioning in shock value amended.
Further to amend by, Lady Gaea's image responds off Network Administrative uplinks. "- The bioform is beginning to coalesce. Transformat is now adhered to the Wish parameter. No turning back. -"
": - Your part in the Transaction is complete now Administrator, well done. - :" ...the Bodiless Voice responds, Gaea nodding, halting for a moment without reason, before her image vanishes. The focus is fully upon Councilor Ishara, when Almighty imparts to her encoded mind.
": - You skill upon the goddesses you oversee, now adds a unique version that will be as nigh, my Will and Word in permanence. This one, by wording of his Wish, will require of your expert skill, to begin a task that tells 'such' a tale to behold. - :"
"I... think... I understand My Lord."
Almighty expected that, Ishara didn't of what was spoken next. ": - New tools will be granted of knowledge, to your ability to study, yourself, and your Staff alike. The same of knowledge as well, all of which is to be kept Restricted of your auspice, and the ones I deem worthy, the same of Lord Thor. All other matters pertaining to your medical charge, are Confidential upon my Auspice of further notice. - :"
Ishara wasn't a fool. Something was off here, even for something as unique as this. She then garnered off the network, the wording of the Wish itself. Her first reaction, lent to a more practiced version. "I Obey to the Standard. I will care for him, as if he were code akin to my Daughters."
Almighty found the wording interesting. He only responded back with... ": - To your Charge then. A Knight and Tool, I require, so unto your Task. - :"
Ishara felt the Voice 'leave', at which her professional training came over. "Goddesses Njal and Seren, please join me in Stasis reformat suite Six, all special code format data enroute with my personage."
"- Right! -" ...came from the named goddesses over Voice Net, at which Ishara teleported via a beam of light, to the appropriate operating theater.
It took three days to reformat the code, and to understand the parameters for nanite infusion, and the coding for a framework for dimensionalized evolution. Then it took three more to begin the formal process of resurrection. By the time 'he' awoke, the body of a Ner had become iconic knowledge to the Medical Section.
And Ishara was starting to already have a sense of the soul she was recreating. The why wouldn't be answered for nearly a century, celestial or otherwise of time format. Yet already, she knew...
"Special..." ...The Medical Seat remarked, making a soft wipe her a right hand, on 'this one's' head, at a late point of the Operation. Seren and Njal, at this point, felt attachment as well. They said nothing of it, rather, as the scanning trans-matrix unit drew it's glowing green-blue line across the Ner's form.
Njal noted from the scan. "His mind is near eighty percent to active stage."
"Acknowledged..." Ishara responded.
As the Ner's neck began to move, restrained by the in place force fields to prevent premature injury to such a frail form, Ishara sighed. "(Here we go then.)"
"Nervous system still inactive below the thirty percentile." Seren informed.
"He'll live with that, for a few more minutes." Ishara responded again, looking at the detail features of this Ner, for some reason. She also quickly noted the mortal's growing unease, a mania even, before it was suddenly calmed down, and a memory plied from within, that make Ishara gulp.
"(He died in a war then, for certain. Should we teach him, or him of us.)"
Ishara nonetheless was impressed when panic was stymied. "So much for needing a sedative image." ...she heard from Njal, Seren murmuring agreement.
Ishara then noted the next mental query, and she responded herself, the Ner's mind not noting detail of whom from whom yet. "About an hour your time." ...the next query of mind, with a strange cock of a shut eye. Ishara smirked. "That would be an aye, your mind was read as per an open tome. Rebooting your body from its disassembled state takes time you know, more work than would be worth all this. If not for that Wish you made."
The images that came next, stopped all three goddesses cold. Ishara couldn't fathom before, what it could be like, to endure what this Ner did. She couldn't fathom the same for her Daughters, and 'that' thought, made her in part remember why she not only left the Order for the Medical Section, but her misgivings for Lind and Jora enter the Order all the same.
Not all Battle, had joy in it.
It was at that point, she realized in part what Almighty meant by his wording. And before the Ner ever would realize it, Ishara already declared this one, the bravest soul she'd ever met. And probably the stupidest as well.
It was vectored by the next set of mental plies, of whence Ishara remarks. "Don't worry, everything will be answered when you reach the Almighty One." ...which she herself had to stop and realize that. Too much at once to properly mull over, the same she sensed of the Ner's confusion.
Ishara just patted the still feeling muted mortal's head. "(You and me both child. You 'and' us all Both.)"
Frode, when he first felt something utterly unique hit the Network, that quickly became Locked of Access, even from him, lost focus in his work for a day. And then he found out Ishara was in emergency Operation session with whatever was of focus for all of this.
He didn't find out whom it was, until the day the mortal left Medical to begin a Journey of journeys, that Frode on approach, saw all too clearly of afar, whom Ishara walked with, on their way to a meeting with Almighty. Njal and Seren noted Frode, for a moment, as they accompanied to be 'with' the Ner, upon his first meeting with Destiny.
On seeing that face, he teleported away, almost as much on his own whim, as it was enforced on him, by a knowing Almighty.
Such was the result of seeing something exactly of what he last saw, of a God that sacrificed for him. For them all.
The Protection Program finally became a true curse to Frode, on that day.
-Preparation...-
Lind was well endowed of skill now. Jora saw this, and felt with each burned in slam of Lind's Axe. This as the free for all impromptu battle session to 'warm up by', continued that heavenly morning. This as Commander Phosus fifty still strong Cadre, one of six now on Phosus's and Demesus's weary, but proud brows, all fought like the Valkyries they all had been beaten into.
Some sculpting and molding was soon coming for them all, as Phosus eyed certain Valkyries of this Cadre, of which Lind and Jora were two of a imparted kind here.
"Look at them." ...a mixed tone, that Demesus near, noted, only with ears. Eyes still on the various battled that was as dynamic as lightning from that danged Norn of controversy. Demesus heard more... "All the fear of pain bred out of them, many using their minds as a Valkyrie should. If not for my personal demands that I scathe them by to prod them on, I'd have already praised them already."
"How generous." Demesus quips over, which Phosus just grunts back with, before of focus again, Lind makes a dynamic swat of her Axe onto Jora's, one Jora spins around to dynamically reposition herself in midair, to make a counter with, but instead, she has to defend against a low end pole shot Lind suddenly lifts, one Jora catches, to a wince on her face. Jora however is no lily, and snarls, and SHOVES her full weight forward, and in simultaneous motions, pins Lind's Axe to her own chest, and is knee kicked in the gut along with!
Lind reacts to that by using the kicking momentum, as if her own Axe shaft was a gymnastic bar, and quickly smacks her backside unto Jora's! This causes Jora to end up losing hold of her Axe, in right hand, as she crashes into three other Valkyries, all having to catch react themselves, to prevent a mutual crash to the ground!
And in so doing, to objecting voice... "Watch where you're crashing Jora!"
Jora just snarls back at... "Keep your own head then Bryna! Mine has objection at my Sister!" ...this Lind afar snips plainly. "If your objection has merit."
This causes four Valkyries to look at Lind, as beside Jora and Bryna, two sisters of mirror opposing hair styles of black and white, just snap. "Then we'll object too as well!
"Bring thine pain then Hlad. Herjin."
"Fine!" ...come from four Valkyries at once, Lind snapping... "Fine."
One heck of a quintet fracas ensues, one that seems to reenergize the fading fight, for the rest of the Cadre!
Phosus does smile there. "They're ready for the next step."
"As are you?"
ALL battle halts on a dime. Demesus and Phosus stab sight over at... "General Hirund!"
The sight of the wine haired General of the Petitioner side of the line, of the Order that Lord Thor commanded, just stood plain, and waiting, a relaxed form of attention. The same was not so, when Demesus snapped. "Valkyries!" ...and the entire Cadre flat out stamped to the floor of the training chamber, in a semi-circular two row formation, all crisp and respectful.
Lind and Jora no less, as they felt the power from the present General alone.
Hirund then noted Phosus's and Demesus's erect stance, and nod 'saluted' them, responding. "At ease." ...to the military reaction from the Cadre and Commanders. The next moment of awe for the Valkyries, is accompanied by Hirund then considering for a moment, and then deciding to do it all in presence of those about to be reverberantly affected. "You are all aware of recent events of unique note."
Phosus blinks. "Partially." ...which Hirund silently acknowledges that nothing truly sensitive had been divulged somehow. Given the harsh warning Thor already laden upon this General, Hirund took this part seriously. The General then placed her hands behind her back, and remarked. "You will all be meeting this mortal, of Wish recipient."
"Pardon?" ...Demesus blurts out before she restrains from further. Not that Hirund expected less, given she herself was still uncertain about what was commanded unto the Order, essentially. As such, Hirund starts pacing slowly between the Cadre and the Commanders. "The mortal wishes to be a Knight. His heart already knows war, the kind we are not accustomed to. He only lacks training, to match a will that already has impressed Lord Thor himself. Why this is so, is a mystery we all here are about to discover together.
As such, after a careful review of the current training Cadres, we chose this unit as one of the top five in all of Heaven's Combat Training Orders, to receive this unique honor."
"Honor?" ...Phosus found herself blurting, which chained a reaction of sudden jabbering of the cadre goddess flock. This is shut back silent, with a glare from the General. And they 'all' felt it. And almost in the adjoining training centers filled with Cadres, as well.
"Yes, honor. I expect not a single one of you, will consider this otherwise. More, I expect all manner of the same treatment upon him, no less than you do of each other. This as I suspect already, he will expect no less, 'for' that same honor." ...this before Hirund puts next, with a slight longing... "After all, this soul died protecting those he cared about, in a theater we don't know fully of. Bonds like that, are something we 'here', as a complete Order, are lacking somehow.
The learning here, will be mutual." ...which many Cadre eyes traded looks all around.
"I expect so." ...this unexpectedly strikes out, with the accompanying from Commander Phosus. "Silver Wing candidate Lind! As you were!"
Hirund sees as well, but raises a hand, part of her goddess gown attached by gold rings. "Nay, belay Commander." ...as Jora eyes over and thinks Lind mad suddenly. Hirund then proceeds to step towards the quite austere Silver Wings to be, stopping before the stiffening, but otherwise calm trainee.
And off network assisted memory. (One needs that with millions commanded over.) "Trainee Lind. Daughter of Frode and Ishara. Fine company to be progeny of." ...quite a few Cadre eyes eyeing Lind now.
"My sister and I honor for better than that." Lind responds, which makes Jora jet her head over, but Hirund rather, seeing the far more positive merit in the statement, nods in kind. "All such earned, I expect."
"The same for whom we will receive then."
Hirund eyed Lind directly, and Lind stared back, less of challenging or such, rather simply not afraid. Whatever the exact reason, it was such that Hirund found interesting, and unexpected. "Good. One wonders what might come from it."
Lind's eyes turned confused. But Hirund herself didn't press words she didn't believe in either. (But as all such turns out anyway...)
Hirund then looks over and eyes Jora, who wilts a bit more, as the General usually begot from all other Valkyries that she encountered. Hirund looked at Lind one more time. "I wonder..." ...and then drew away, turning around. Lind just got eyed by Jora, but paid little heed.
Hirund then stops before Phosus, Demesus stiffening all the same as well. Apparently not even Commanders were immune from a General's awe and aura. The General then wipes at her long wine mane colored locks and imparts. "You will receive him in a few hours. I leave you to that honor."
"Without fail." Phosus responds. Hirund nods, and then makes a flashy enough exit of a goddess Network based teleport. After a moment for the minds around to register what occurred, Phosus just gulps out. "I hope." ...before she then looks over and eyes Lind, before snapping out. "Alright goddesses, we break for preparation for reception. Arrive on snap cue when called for. Whenever that exactly is."
"Yes Commander!" ...from a thunderous Cadre.
"Where'd that come from?"
Lind, sifting through her glowing bunk storage, just replies back without looking. "A fair response Jora, to a situation rather unique."
Jora just sat down on her floating 'bunk cot', one fit for a king, despite the trooper nature of such, and keeps eying her Sister. "Yeah, but the way you answered her. The General. There's already been some gossip about you from the others. Like you tend to do things on your own, without regard for others."
Lind plainly retorts back. "So I should worry about other's mindsets, as a being meant for battle, a place where such mindsets don't have a place?"
"Too much Father there." Jora snips back. Lind finishes making sure all her accouterments in the storage trunk are settled, and closes it, holding a military kit version for Ablution cleansing. Jora sees this. "A bath now?"
"It seems I am unclean here. After my actions." Lind puts, which hurts Jora more than Lind did. Jora levels back suddenly. "Only if you keep on a course that leaves all others behind."
"I did mention us 'both' to the General."
"As if I asked for it."
Lind then sighs. "Then you pin yourself down. Not I."
Jora suddenly put a right hand on Lind's left shoulder, one Lind glances at. Jora 'smiles' back to the challenge lent. "Careful Sister, you're not leaving me behind."
"Good." Lind simply replied. "I suspect we'll both need that now. Not entirely sure why." ...she puts 'not' so simply. Jora looks off kilter, and responds to that with... "Probably not much. I mean this mortal might be a hero or something, but he's no Valkyrie. I don't see really what the fuss is about."
"Enough that we are picked by a General, out of the entire Order. Such is the 'fuss' there."
Jora looked well into Lind's eyes, and wondered. "Did Mother slip something into your drink? You seem able to match wits better than I now."
"There's more to battle, than just battle itself." Lind nods. Jora smirks, and then quickly begets her own Ablution kit out from a far more disheveled trunk, one Lind just shakes her head in annoyance at. "You'll get another demerit again you know, Sister."
"Won't be the last." Jora just eggs back, which Lind moans at, before she hears. "Let's go become unclean together. We'll show this pup what goddess beauty is."
"If 'you' impart so." Lind joshes back dryly, which Jora just wraps a sisterly arm around Lind, and leads them both to the Valkyrie Baths. Such they are joined by Thurd and Tsuyana, as they all just keep making Lind more uncomfortable outside of the battle arena.
But some things, cause worse.
They met the mortal, the Cadre. The Commanders saw, and despite Phosus's impart, and then the 'greeting' the Valkyries gave the mortal Ner. Lind, having seen Jora join the flock of Cadre that carried the mortal charge off, just left with further discomfort. A kind she couldn't quantify already.
And she didn't know why. And she hated it, as she emerged outside the training chamber. But, she stops... "(Is that so? But... he so... blech...)"
"Oh?" ...which made Lind look up and see the eyes of... "Mother."
"Silver Wings."
Lind blinked at the formal title given. Lind responded. "Councilor."
"Your first impression?"
Lind looked at Ishara like an alien, before responding with... "Frail."
"Indeed."
Lind cocked an eye, as the breeze plied through them both. "Why so sounding like our Father?"
"Call it a Mother's hunch. Something I too can't quantify."
Lind considered, as she noted detail of Ishara's serene format, flowing about. Lind responded with a fold of her arms, her Axe held within them. "I'd have been more amicable, if Sister wasn't so loose about it."
"Better than the tension, you would subscribe?"
"Tension?" Lind blanched back in kind. Of which, something was already confirmed to a Mother of Valkyries. Ishara just offered back in kind. "Just remember, I once considered your Father, unfit once as well. I'd not say this, if not for your eyes, my dear Daughter."
Lind had enough. "If you'll pardon me then Mother, this conversation vexes me." ...and then bows respectfully, but quickly, before flying off. Ishara, having gotten more from all of this, than she actually intended, just wonders. "This could be fun." ...and teleports away as well.
The next stop of Ishara's inquisitive journey, was far different, with Frode.
It all just created more questions, as a family of Axe bearers, continued on with life in Heaven. The same that one of focus, more than dare wanted, began creeping into this particular family's life, all despite.
Such came next, to the training years, of a Squire. But not just his alone.
Jora, looking on in that formation of Valkyries, remembered those years, quite well.
(End Axes I)
AN: This is the first of either a two or three part arc, spread into the next couple of Acts. Kinda wana show just how deep Imladris's relationship this entire family goes, and just how deep family 'means' to Heaven, in context of OMG/AMG yarn.