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The Ever Twisting Wind: The Gaean War
Interlude: Years Later - Oreads on Vacation
Beta:
CRACK!
The sharp report of Ida's whip split the air, echoing through the tranquil mountain clearing. The leather coil lashed forward with practiced precision, striking its intended target with flawless accuracy before snapping back into a poised arc. Each movement was deliberate, her control absolute, as she adjusted her stance, the sheer ease of her execution a testament to years of mastery.
Her long, flowing purple hair cascaded past her shoulders, the strands shifting subtly with her movements as she steadied her footing. She wore a fitted white blouse with its sleeves rolled up to her elbows, the crisp fabric providing a contrast against the tailored grey vest that hugged her form. The structured design of the vest, with its deep V-neckline and neatly fastened buttons, only emphasized the poised confidence she carried herself with. A high-waisted grey skirt, cinched at the waist with a slim black belt, complemented her commanding yet refined presence, allowing ease of movement as she handled her whip with precision. A pair of oval glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, lending her a sharp, intellectual air. However, it was her eyes, vivid and crystalline, shimmering as if refracting hidden rainbows, that truly captivated. A delicate gold necklace with a single amethyst pendant adorned her neck, subtly complementing the striking color of her gaze.
She had reverted to the form she had worn when she had first met Andi, a familiar shape that felt nostalgic yet comfortable. As an Oread, a mountain nymph, her appearance was as malleable as the gods and monsters of legend, able to shift as easily as the wind shaped the peaks of Mount Ida. Yet, despite her ability to change at will, there was something deliberate about this form. This was a sign of return, a return to peace, to the time before the Second Titanomachy and the Second Gigantomachy, before war had reshaped everything.
Her grip was firm yet relaxed, years of experience allowing her to wield the weapon with seamless ease. With another sharp flick of her wrist, she sent the whip forward, the leather slicing through the air before striking another target with unerring precision. The sound of impact echoed through the clearing, followed by the faint rustle of leaves disturbed by the force of movement.
Adrasteia stood nearby, her expression a mix of amusement and patience as she remained in place, unflinching despite each strike snapping through the air. The corners of her lips curved into a small smirk, her posture deceptively relaxed even as she faced Ida's unwavering focus head-on. Though she made no move to step away, there was an undeniable glint of playful exasperation in her violet eyes, as if questioning just how long she was expected to endure this.
She was tall and graceful, her long purple hair cascading past her waist in soft, gentle waves. A few strands framed her face, while the rest was loosely gathered into casual pigtails, tied with simple ribbons that added a touch of understated elegance. Her striking violet eyes shimmered with warmth and quiet intelligence, their crystalline depths reflecting an innate serenity as she observed Ida's efforts. Her fair skin carried a soft, natural glow, accentuating the refined contours of her face, an effortless beauty that required no embellishment. The sunlight filtering through the trees illuminated her smooth complexion, lending her an almost ethereal radiance. She wore a flowing, empire-waist dress with a gathered bodice, the fabric shifting with the breeze, exuding an air of calm and grace that contrasted with her sister's intense focus.
At first glance, the scene might have given the impression that Ida was using the whip against Adrasteia, as if in some display of dominance. However, the reality was far simpler. Adrasteia was merely holding up a series of targets, ensuring that each one was properly positioned for her sister's practice.
This was how Ida had chosen to spend her time off. A well-earned break, granted to her by Andi, after years of relentless duty. She had decided to return to her birthplace with Adrasteia, making the journey back to their secluded palace on Mount Ida on the island of Crete, near the Idaean Cave, the sacred place where Zeus had been born. It was there that she and her sister had once raised the King of Olympus in secret, shielding him from those who sought to destroy him. The palace itself was a masterpiece of ancient architecture, its white marble walls carved directly into the mountain, seamlessly blending into the cliffs that overlooked the rolling forests and valleys below. Tall pillars lined its open courtyards, entwined with ivy and vibrant flowers that bloomed year-round, thriving in the untouched serenity of this sacred land. Cool mountain springs cascaded down through natural stone channels, their crystal-clear waters feeding the lush greenery that flourished around the palace grounds. Even after all these millennia, the air still carried whispers of the past, a quiet reminder of their role in history.
Adrasteia lifted another target, holding it steady with practiced ease, the motion effortless and unhurried. A smirk tugged at her lips as she watched her sister prepare her next strike, amusement flickering in her violet eyes. Though she had no doubt in Ida's skill, there was a certain entertainment in watching her sister maintain such rigorous precision, even during what was meant to be a time of relaxation.
"You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to intimidate the mountain itself." She teased, adjusting her grip.
Ida pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose with a measured movement, pausing just long enough to shoot her sister a wry look. Her crystalline purple eyes glinted with quiet exasperation, though there was a trace of fondness beneath the sharpness of her gaze. She did not dignify Adrasteia's amusement with words, instead allowing her next precisely aimed lash to speak for itself as the whip cracked through the air once more.
"Skill must be maintained," she replied smoothly, flicking the whip with another sharp crack. "Even during relaxation."
Adrasteia chuckled, shaking her head as the target shattered in her grip. "Of course. And here I thought we were supposed to be on holiday. Besides, you don't even use the whip in combat! You didn't use it during the final battle in the Second Gigantomachy."
"One still needs to be prepared. No one knows when the need for martial skill will prove necessary." Ida said with a shrug, unfazed by the observation.
Adrasteia rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, because I'm sure you'll need to fend off a Titan's attack with a flick of your wrist."
Ida simply gestured toward the basket that held the remaining targets. "If you're done commenting, raise another."
Instead of complying, Adrasteia crossed her arms, tapping her fingers against her elbow as she regarded her sister with a knowing expression. "No."
Ida arched her brow. "No?"
"No," Adrasteia repeated, smirking. "I've indulged you long enough. It's time for you to indulge me."
Ida pouted slightly but nodded, conceding the point with a reluctant sigh. Though she enjoyed honing her skills, she supposed it was only fair to let Adrasteia have her turn in deciding how they would spend their time. Pushing a stray strand of purple hair behind her ear, she gave her sister a questioning look, already preparing herself for whatever scheme Adrasteia had in mind.
"That's only fair." She admitted, stepping back and coiling her whip with practiced ease. "So, what would you like to do? We have some time before we need to head off for that safari you insisted we book."
Adrasteia tapped her chin, clearly deep in thought. A moment passed, then another, before her eyes suddenly lit up with unmistakable excitement.
"Aha!" She declared dramatically, raising her hand into the air as if she had just been struck with the greatest idea in the world.
Ida shot her a wary, questioning look. "…What idea has gotten into your head now?"
Adrasteia's smirk only widened, her violet eyes dancing with mischief as she tapped a finger thoughtfully against her chin. Ida recognized that look all too well. Her sister had been waiting for this moment, patiently enduring Ida's training with an air of indulgent amusement. Now that it was her turn to choose, she was clearly planning to make the most of it. Ida could already sense that whatever Adrasteia had in mind would be something meant to catch her off guard, if only for her own amusement.
Ida sighed. This was going to be interesting.
The soothing warmth of the bath enveloped them, coaxing a contented sigh from Adrasteia as she leaned back against the ornately carved stone edge. Her long purple hair drifted in the water, fanning out like silk as she closed her violet eyes for a moment, relishing the sensation. The mineral-rich water, drawn from the cool mountain springs of their homeland, was heated by carefully woven enchantments, ensuring the temperature remained perfect. Steam curled into the vaulted arches above in delicate wisps, illuminated by the warm glow of suspended lanterns. Small bowls, each cradling a flickering flame, lined the edges of the bath, their golden light reflecting off the rippling surface in intricate patterns.
The baths themselves were carved directly into the mountain rock, an architectural marvel of smooth, weathered stone adorned with ancient engravings. Their edges gleamed with moisture, catching the flickering glow of oil lamps nestled in decorative alcoves along the walls. Hanging vines draped from the arched openings, filtering the sunlight that streamed in, dappling the water's surface with shifting hues of green and gold. The arches facing outward toward the mountains framed a breathtaking view of the rugged peaks, where mist curled along the slopes, and the sun's golden rays spilled over the landscape. Natural light cascaded into the chamber, blending seamlessly with the enchanted glow of the lanterns, enhancing the tranquil, dreamlike atmosphere.
The water shimmered with an almost ethereal glow, pulses of magical energy weaving beneath its surface in delicate, luminous patterns that drifted outward before dissolving into the rippling waves. The interplay of sunlight, enchanted light, and the ever-present glow of magic created an atmosphere of perfect harmony, where the soothing warmth of the baths melded seamlessly with the crisp mountain air. It was a sanctuary of relaxation, a space where time seemed to still, imbued with an ageless tranquility that made it feel both ancient and eternal.
Adrasteia stretched languidly, the water rippling around her bare skin as she exhaled in satisfaction, letting the warmth seep deep into her muscles. Her arms extended above her head before she slowly lowered them, her fingers skimming the water's surface, creating delicate ripples that shimmered in the golden light. She tilted her head back slightly, her violet eyes half-lidded as she savored the contrast between the steamy heat surrounding her and the cool mountain air drifting in from the open archways.
"After all that exercise, this is exactly what I needed." She murmured, sinking further into the warmth.
Across from her, Ida sat with her usual composed grace, crystalline purple eyes half-lidded as she leaned against the smooth stone. Her long hair, the same deep violet as her sister's, trailed over her shoulders, damp strands clinging to her skin. Though she looked relaxed, there was a careful control in her posture, a stillness that never quite left her.
Ida cracked one eye open, her expression neutral yet laced with quiet amusement as she regarded her sister. The bath's warmth had loosened the usual stiffness in her posture, though her composed demeanor remained unchanged. She let the silence linger for a moment before exhaling softly, her fingers tracing idle patterns in the shimmering water as she considered whether or not to entertain her sister's inevitable antics.
"Only I was exercising," she pointed out dryly. "And it wasn't even that strenuous."
Adrasteia waved off the remark with a flick of her fingers, sending a few droplets of water rippling across the surface. She shifted, stretching out her long legs beneath the shimmering bath, the warm currents swirling around her as she let out a pleased sigh.
"Semantics!" She said dismissively, tilting her head back and allowing the water to lap higher against her bare shoulders. "Besides, do we really need a reason for a bath?"
Ida exhaled, lifting one hand from the water to idly trace her fingers through the magical glow beneath the surface. The motion created faint, luminous swirls that pulsed before dissipating into the larger waves. She could have argued, but she knew better than to try when Adrasteia was in this kind of mood. There were worse ways to pass the time before their departure.
Adrasteia rolled her shoulders, letting the tension melt away as she sank deeper into the bath, her long purple hair fanning out in silky waves around her. She hummed in lazy satisfaction, the soft sound blending with the distant rush of the waterfall beyond the arched openings.
"So," she murmured, trailing a hand through the water in slow, idle circles, her violet eyes glinting with curiosity as she turned her head toward her sister. "What have I missed while you've been working for Lady Andi? I hear your mistress has been keeping herself rather busy."
Ida dipped her fingers below the surface, swirling the water absently and watching as faint trails of luminescent energy followed the motion. Lifting her hand, she held up a single droplet, studying how it shimmered with residual magic before it slipped free, falling back into the bath with a barely audible ripple. The glow beneath the surface pulsed in response, dissipating into the larger waves that spread outward.
"That would be one way to put it." She replied, her voice neutral. "Andi has been preoccupied with everything from magical beasts to mortal politics, not to mention that trio of Roman upstarts. Even if her involvement, and the gods' in general, was minimal, she still had to keep an eye on things and intervene when necessary."
Adrasteia chuckled, stretching one arm out along the bath's smooth stone ledge, the warm moisture clinging to her skin as she shifted to face her sister more fully. She let her fingers trail lazily through the water, enjoying the way the heat eased any lingering stiffness from her muscles. Her lips curled into an amused smirk, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she considered her sister's ever-dutiful nature.
"That does sound like her usual chaos." She flicked a bit of water into the air, watching as it caught the light before raining back down in tiny droplets. "Though, if rumors are true, she has been indulging in more… personal pursuits as well."
Ida sighed, already anticipating where this conversation was going. "You mean her relationship with that Half-blood and her rather close companionship with the Charites?"
"'Close companionship'?" Adrasteia's lips curled into a knowing grin. She propped her chin on one hand, her elbow resting against the stone ledge as she regarded Ida with amusement. "Considering what I've heard about them, they're a lot closer than mere companionship. Especially since Lady Andi has fathered more children with Pannychis and Antheia again, knowingly this time."
"Well…" Ida hesitated, swirling the water around her wrist as if hoping to summon a valid defense. None came.
Adrasteia's grin only widened as she stretched her arms overhead, letting her muscles relax before sinking lower into the warm embrace of the bath. The heat curled around her like a soothing tide, coaxing out the last remnants of tension as she shot Ida a knowing look. "She is certainly Lord Zeus' daughter. She has no trouble indulging herself. And yet, here you are, still running around doing work for her."
"It is my duty." Ida replied, exhaling through her nose, her eyes drifting shut as she sank further into the enchanted waters. Adrasteia watched as her sister let the warmth seep into her skin, the tension in her shoulders slowly dissolving. For all of Ida's discipline and unwavering duty, even she was not immune to the bath's relaxing embrace.
Adrasteia shook her head, amusement dancing in her violet eyes as she let her fingers hover just above the surface. With slow, absent motions, she traced delicate patterns in the ripples, watching as the magical glow pulsed in response to her touch. The water shimmered beneath her fingertips before dissolving into gentle waves, mirroring her lighthearted exasperation at her sister's unwavering dedication.
Ida cracked one eye open, giving her sister a pointed look. "Please change the subject."
"Fine~!" Adrasteia sighed dramatically, flicking water at her with a lazy wave of her hand, sending small ripples spreading through the bath.
A comfortable silence stretched between them, the only sounds the faint rustling of vines in the breeze and the gentle lapping of the water against the stone edges of the bath.
After a moment, Adrasteia spoke again, her voice quieter this time, more contemplative. "Do you ever think about what comes next?"
Ida turned her head slightly, arching a brow. "Next?"
"For us. For this place." Adrasteia gestured vaguely toward the open archways, where the mist-covered peaks of Mount Ida stood against the morning light. "This has always been our home, but we've spent so much time away. Well, you more than me."
Ida considered the words as she traced an idle pattern over the shimmering surface of the bath. "It remains our birthplace, no matter where we go. It will always be here."
"That's not what I meant." Adrasteia's violet eyes glimmered with something unreadable, a depth of thought she rarely expressed so openly. "You are tied to your duty. But do you ever wonder what your life would be like if you weren't?"
Ida hesitated, her fingers stilling in the water. "I haven't given it much thought."
Adrasteia hummed, her gaze flickering between the shifting magical patterns beneath the water and her sister's unreadable expression. "Maybe you should. There's more to life than service, you know."
"What is done is done." Ida said with a shrug, shifting slightly in the water as the ripples moved around her. "I have sworn to serve Lady Andi, and I will do so until the end of my days, or at least as long as my lady would have me serve."
Adrasteia sighed, her shoulders sinking lower beneath the water. "Ida, you truly are too serious a person."
"I am who I am." Ida's lips curled into the faintest of smiles.
Adrasteia shook her head, though a fondness lingered in her expression. "Yes, I know."
A few moments passed before Adrasteia stretched lazily, arching her back slightly as the warm water lapped over her shoulders. "Do you think immortals like us change?"
Ida rolled her eyes at the question. "What you want to ask is if I think I can change, but my answer to both of those questions is that we adapt."
"That's not the same thing," Adrasteia countered, shifting to float slightly, her arms spreading out as she gazed up at the vaulted ceiling. "We adjust to circumstances, but do we truly change?"
Ida sighed, pushing a few stray strands of wet hair back from her face. "We have seen empires rise and fall. We have fought in wars that reshaped the heavens and the earth. If we did not change, we would have been left behind long ago."
Adrasteia smirked, tilting her head slightly. "A very measured answer, as expected."
"And what do you think?" Ida challenged.
Adrasteia shrugged, letting her fingers drift through the glowing ripples. "I think we hold onto things longer than we should. Mortals grow because they have to. We have all the time in the world, which makes it easier to stay the same."
Ida was quiet for a moment, letting the thought settle before murmuring, "Perhaps you are right. I will need to think about it a little more. Maybe I should be more flexible about things."
"That's all I ask," Adrasteia said, a pleased smile tugging at her lips.
Then, with a shift so abrupt it was almost suspicious, her expression changed, her smirk sharpening with mischief. She leaned forward, her violet eyes gleaming. "So, speaking of change… are you interested in anyone?"
Ida blinked, then immediately turned it back on her sister. "What about you?"
Adrasteia shot Ida a sharp, meaningful look, her violet eyes holding an unspoken weight for a fleeting moment. Then, just as quickly, the intensity melted away, replaced by playful mischief as she let out a laugh and flicked water at her with a quick, fluid motion. The small splash rippled across the surface, droplets catching the light and shimmering before dissolving back into the enchanted waters. A smirk tugged at her lips as she watched Ida's reaction, clearly unbothered by any potential retaliation. Her amusement only grew as she settled back, waiting with an air of teasing anticipation for her sister's inevitable response.
"Nice deflection, but I have had several new lovers since we last talked. No one I'd consider pursuing seriously, though. There has only ever been one person I would even consider for that," She said, shooting Ida another meaningful look. For a moment, she held her gaze, searching for any sign of a change in her sister's resolve. But when Ida refused to meet her eyes, Adrasteia recognized the silent answer. Ida was still not ready to explore that path. Rather than press the matter, she abruptly turned playful, her lips curving into a teasing smirk as she arched a brow. "But don't think I forgot. You still haven't answered."
Ida exhaled, leaning back against the bath's edge, staring up at the ceiling as if hoping the conversation would drop. "No. No new lovers."
Adrasteia's eyes widened in pure disbelief. "What!? Even when your mistress is hooking up not just with that Half-blood boyfriend of hers but the Charites too!? Surely you are getting some as well!"
"As I said, no. I haven't had any new lovers in centuries," Ida deadpanned, rolling her eyes.
Adrasteia groaned dramatically, sinking further into the water. "You're so boring."
Ida exhaled, standing up as the water cascaded off her skin in glistening rivulets. "Let's just finish up. It's almost time to leave for our safari."
Adrasteia pouted but relented, stretching one last time in the water before sighing. "Fine, fine. But we will revisit this conversation later."
The golden expanse of East Africa stretched endlessly before them, a breathtaking landscape of rolling savanna and scattered acacia trees beneath an endless blue sky. Ida and Adrasteia set off on their journey, eager for the rare opportunity to witness Nundus in their natural habitat. The safari had been meticulously planned, ensuring their presence would not disrupt the delicate ecosystem they had come to observe.
Ida adjusted the strap of the satchel secured at her hip, the supple leather warm against her gloved hand. Her outfit blended practicality with an air of refined sophistication, perfectly suited to her composed and capable nature. The long, structured skirt she wore moved gracefully with each step, its pleated fabric shifting subtly in response to the breeze that carried the mingled scents of dry earth and wild flora. A fitted lilac blouse, adorned with delicate pleats along the front, peeked neatly from beneath a sharply tailored black vest, which accentuated her poised silhouette. Over this, she wore a beige utility jacket, its multiple pockets and finely stitched seams hinting at both function and style. A slim leather belt cinched her waist, securing her satchel, ensuring she carried whatever tools or notes she might require. The fine brown leather gloves encasing her hands lent an extra air of professionalism, their craftsmanship complementing the understated elegance of her ensemble. The faint gleam of intricate ear cuffs adorned her ears, adding a subtle touch of personal flair. A pair of oval glasses rested upon the bridge of her nose, lending her a sharp, intellectual air, though it was her eyes that truly captivated, vivid and crystalline, their purple depths shimmering beneath the golden light as if refracting hidden rainbows. Her long, flowing purple hair cascaded past her shoulders, its silken waves catching the sunlight as she moved with quiet precision.
Beside her, Adrasteia moved with an effortless grace, her presence exuding a serene elegance that contrasted with her sister's composed refinement. Her long, flowing purple hair cascaded past her waist in soft, gentle waves, the silken strands catching in the wind and shifting like liquid amethyst beneath the afternoon sun. A few delicate locks framed her face, accentuating the refined curves of her features and the luminous quality of her fair skin. Her striking violet eyes shimmered with warmth and quiet intelligence, their crystalline depths reflecting an innate serenity as she took in the landscape before them.
She was dressed in a flowing, light blue sundress, the soft fabric billowing around her legs with each step, catching the breeze in graceful ripples. The bodice featured a delicate gathered design with a row of small buttons running down the center, lending the garment a simple yet elegant charm. A thin, knotted belt cinched her waist, emphasizing her slender frame, while the hem of the dress was adorned with a subtle ruffled trim, adding a touch of delicate femininity. Her bare arms and shoulders were kissed by the sun, her skin glowing with a natural radiance that needed no embellishment.
Though they were near reflections of one another, Ida could not help but find her sister breathtakingly beautiful. It was not vanity, nor was it a mere acknowledgment of their shared features, but something far deeper, something she could never quite name. It was an appreciation for the way Adrasteia moved through the world, as if she belonged to it in a way no one else did. Where Ida carried herself with deliberate control, every step measured and precise, Adrasteia moved with an unshackled ease, her presence as natural as the wind through the trees, as effortless as the tide meeting the shore. There was a grace to her, not rehearsed but instinctive, a quiet fluidity that made her seem untouched by hesitation or restraint.
It was an elegance Ida knew she could never quite replicate, though she had no desire to try. Adrasteia's beauty was not merely in the smoothness of her features or the way moonlight played against the soft waves of her violet hair. It was in her spirit, in the way she embraced the world without reservation. It was something Ida could not help but love, something that had settled in her heart so long ago that she could not remember a time before it. And that love, deep and unwavering, made it impossible for her to even consider another. How could she, when every glance toward Adrasteia was a reminder of who already owned her heart?
Even if she could never bring herself to take the final step, to truly commit and make Adrasteia hers in every way, she could not deny what already existed between them. There was a closeness, a pull that she could never quite shake, a bond that went beyond mere sisterhood, yet she kept it contained, unwilling to acknowledge the full depth of it. To take that step, to admit aloud what lingered between them, was something she could not allow herself.
And yet, she still watched her, still let herself revel in the quiet ache of admiration, in the beauty of the woman walking beside her, in the love she would never allow herself to claim fully. It was a love that had shaped her, that had become as much a part of her as the air she breathed, and yet she held it at a distance, knowing that to give in completely would mean surrendering to something she was not ready to face. Not even after millennia of struggling with herself, of searching for the courage to do so.
Seeking distraction from such bleak thoughts, Ida turned her gaze toward the distant mountains, their jagged peaks softened by the morning haze. The air carried the calls of unseen birds, their melodies blending with the faint rustling of creatures moving through the underbrush. The landscape was alive, even when it seemed deceptively still.
As they reached the designated meeting point, a gust of wind stirred the dry grass, followed by the powerful descent of a great winged form. Hedwig, the Owl Dragon, landed before them with quiet, predatory grace, her broad shadow momentarily dimming the sunlight.
The divine beast was a sight to behold, as large as a lion and wreathed in immaculate snowy plumage, her presence an undeniable blend of majesty and raw power. As one of Andi's pet divine beasts and the guardian of the magical creatures of the Wizarding World, her authority was absolute, her command over the realm's enchanted fauna unmatched. Her muscular, draconic frame moved with an effortless grace, each calculated step pressing her taloned claws lightly into the earth as she settled. A faint ripple of energy flickered along her sleek form, a testament to the vast reserves of magic she wielded. Her long, sinuous tail flicked idly, the feather-like appendages at its tip shimmering faintly, infused with traces of divine magic. Her piercing owl-like gaze, framed by a heart-shaped ruff, locked onto them with an intensity that suggested she could see beyond mere appearances, as if weighing not just their presence but their very essence.
Ida stepped forward first, her crystalline purple eyes meeting the divine beast's unblinking stare with quiet confidence. The subtle shimmer within her irises caught the sunlight, reflecting the same knowing intensity that Hedwig's piercing gaze held. Though she was well aware of the Owl Dragon's authority over magical creatures, there was a mutual respect between them, one built over years of shared encounters.
"Hedwig." She greeted, dipping her head in acknowledgment. "A pleasure as always."
Adrasteia inclined her head in turn, her violet eyes glinting with warmth. "It is good to see you again."
Hedwig studied them for a moment, her sharp, golden eyes narrowing ever so slightly as if weighing their presence with measured deliberation. The faintest tilt of her head, accompanied by the subtle rustling of her pristine white feathers, spoke of an intelligence far beyond that of an ordinary beast. After a brief pause, she let out a low, rumbling hum of approval, the sound resonating deep in her chest like a distant roll of thunder, carrying both acknowledgment and expectation.
Welcome. Her voice carried the distinctive trills and soft hissing clicks of a snowy owl, seamlessly translated into intelligible speech through the innate magic woven into her being. Her claws shifted slightly against the dry ground as she adjusted her stance. The Nundus are on the move. We shall begin shortly.
Before they could respond, a sudden flicker of movement drew Ida's attention, a golden blur slicing through the tall grass with effortless speed. In an instant, Hunter, the Kyon Khryseos, emerged from the undergrowth, his radiant coat gleaming brilliantly beneath the sun's golden light, as if woven from strands of pure sunlight.
As one of Andi's pet divine beasts, his very presence exuded an aura of celestial power. Yet, he carried himself with the easy confidence of a creature who had long since embraced both his divine nature and his playful, canine spirit. His intelligent brown eyes sparkled with warmth, filled with a knowing wisdom that spoke of long years of companionship with his mistress.
Yet beneath that composed exterior lurked an undeniable mischief, a roguish glint in his gaze that immediately put Ida on alert. The faint but steady jingling of his golden collar, its surface inscribed with ancient runes of protection and unwavering loyalty, accompanied his every step. The enchantments woven into it served as a constant reminder of his sacred bond to Andi.
Even as he approached, his relaxed posture and the lazy wag of his tail made it clear that whatever his reason for being here, he was enjoying himself far too much. His every movement radiated an easy confidence, as if he had arrived not on some assigned task but purely for his own amusement. The playful gleam in his eyes only reinforced the suspicion that, whatever he was up to, he fully intended to have fun with it.
Ida's crystalline eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering across her refined features as she turned fully to face him. Adjusting the glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, she tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing the golden retriever.
"Hunter," she said smoothly, her tone neutral yet edged with wariness. "Why are you here?"
The divine canine halted before them, his radiant golden coat gleaming beneath the sun as he regarded them with a mix of playfulness and wisdom. His ears twitched slightly, as if picking up on a sound beyond mortal perception, but his posture remained relaxed, exuding the effortless confidence of a creature that knew he belonged. His tail wagged lazily, each slow, deliberate movement an unspoken reassurance that he had no intention of causing trouble. At least, not yet.
Andi wanted me to check in on you. He admitted without a hint of shame, his voice carrying an almost smug amusement. Just making sure you are truly enjoying your time off.
Adrasteia let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing her arms as she muttered, "Of course, she couldn't resist meddling. Even under the guise of concern."
Ida exchanged a knowing look with her sister, neither particularly surprised by her mistress' interference. Still, there was something almost amusing about it. She exhaled, shaking her head, unwilling to let it ruin the day.
"If she were truly that concerned, she could have asked me herself," Ida remarked, rolling her eyes.
She knows you would say you're fine whether you are or not. Hunter grinned, his tail flicking. I, on the other hand, am harder to dismiss.
Adrasteia smirked. "A convenient excuse."
Ida sighed, but there was no true irritation behind it. "Well, since you are already here, you might as well behave yourself."
Hunter's tail wagged in satisfaction, the steady rhythm of his movements betraying his quiet delight at having been accepted into their excursion. His warm brown eyes sparkled with an almost mischievous glint, as though he found some hidden amusement in the situation. Settling comfortably beside them, he let out a contented huff, clearly pleased to be included in the adventure, his presence a stark yet oddly fitting contrast to the more solemn grace of the Owl Dragon before them.
Hedwig, who had been observing the exchange in patient silence, finally let out a low, purposeful trill. If we are finished with distractions, we should begin. The Nundus will not remain in one place for long.
At her words, the group shifted into motion, following their guide into the heart of the untamed wilderness. The air hummed with life, the rustling of unseen creatures threading through the underbrush, the scent of magic thickening with each step.
Hunter trotted along beside them, clearly relishing his inclusion. Adrasteia's sundress caught in the breeze as she walked, her expression light with anticipation. Ida, ever composed, adjusted her satchel and kept her gaze ahead, her keen eyes already scanning the horizon.
Their safari had begun.
The safari had been nothing short of breathtaking. Even with Hunter's unexpected addition to their party, the experience had been one they would remember for centuries to come. They had seen the Nundus hunt, a rare and magnificent sight that few living beings had ever witnessed and lived to tell the tale. The great, magical beasts had moved with lethal grace, their spotted coats shimmering faintly under the African sun, their breath leaving an eerie, shimmering haze in the air as they stalked their prey. The sheer silence of their movements had been unsettling, and yet there was an undeniable beauty to their deadly elegance.
Beyond the Nundus, the vast savannah had revealed wonders both mundane and magical. Herds of zebras, wildebeests, and gazelles thundered across the plains, while a lone Streeler inched along the sunbaked earth, its iridescent shell shifting colors with each slow movement, leaving behind a shimmering trail of venomous slime. Overhead, a flock of Fwoopers soared, their vividly colored plumage bright against the sky, their trilling cries mercifully muted by silencing charms. At one point, they had even spotted a trio of Erumpents lumbering toward a watering hole, their thick, armored hides glistening as they waded into the shallows. Even the mundane wildlife was a sight to behold, with giraffes stretching their necks to nibble the high branches of acacia trees and a pride of lions lounging in the golden grass, flicking their tails as they surveyed their domain. The air had thrummed with life, from the buzzing of insects to the distant trumpeting of elephants and the occasional haunting cry of unseen nocturnal predators. Near one watering hole, a gleaming emerald Basilisk, an invasive presence in the region, lay partially submerged, basking in the afternoon sun, unbothered as the other creatures wisely kept their distance.
Hunter, of course, had been a menace. The divine canine prowled alongside them with the self-assurance of a creature who knew he could do as he pleased. He had made a game of creeping too close to unsuspecting prey, only to dart away at the last second, his golden coat practically glowing with delight at his own antics. At one point, he had even attempted to startle a herd of Katoblepones into a stampede, seemingly just for his own amusement, an endeavor swiftly cut short by a sharp glare from Ida, who had clearly been seconds away from dragging him off by his collar.
Despite his disruptions, the day had been one of unparalleled splendor. As the sun had dipped beyond the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of crimson and gold, the sisters had watched the wilderness settle into twilight, the air alive with the murmurs of the nocturnal world. It had been the perfect conclusion to a day spent in awe of the untamed majesty of Wizarding Africa.
Now, back in their chambers, the day's adventures lingered in their minds as they prepared for bed. The golden glow of enchanted lanterns cast a soft radiance over the room, their gentle flickering adding to the tranquil atmosphere. A cool night breeze drifted through the open windows, carrying with it the crisp scent of the mountain air, mingling with the faint floral fragrance of their bedding.
Yes, they shared a bedroom and a bed. They had since they were simple nymphs, tending to a hidden child who would one day rule Olympus, sheltering Zeus from the Titans when their palace was little more than a thatched hut nestled within the cliffs of Mount Ida. In those early days, huddling together had been a necessity, a comfort against the ever-present dangers of the world beyond their sanctuary. Over time, that necessity had turned into tradition, one neither had ever felt the need to break.
No matter how much their lives had changed, no matter how many centuries had passed, this was still their home. The walls might have grown grander, the chambers more refined, but at its heart, it remained the same. Mount Ida was their refuge, the one place in all the realms where they could shed the weight of duty and simply exist as sisters. And they were so much more.
Adrasteia moved with practiced ease, brushing out the loose waves of her hair with slow, methodical strokes. The moonlight streaming through the open window cast a soft glow over the room, catching the violet strands of her hair and making them shimmer with an almost celestial sheen. The long day spent under the African sun had left a comforting heaviness in her limbs, a pleasant exhaustion that lingered even after they had washed away the dust of their travels. Her lavender nightgown cascaded over her form in weightless elegance, the fabric shifting like mist with every subtle motion. The neckline, adorned with delicate lace, framed intricate embroidery in swirling patterns of lilac and silver, lending an ethereal charm to the garment. Loose, flowing sleeves draped gracefully from her arms, baring her shoulders to the cool night air, their delicate lengths connecting to the gown's body beneath the arms, a seamless blend of modesty and quiet allure.
Ida, ever meticulous, took her time with her preparations to go to bed. Adrasteia watched as her sister, still clad in the structured elegance of her safari outfit, moved with practiced grace, and began to undress by slipping off her gloves first. She carefully loosened each finger, sliding the fine brown leather from her hands with the same deliberate care she applied to everything. The gloves, supple from years of wear yet still pristine, were smoothed out and placed neatly atop the dresser before she moved to unbuckle her belt.
The slim leather strap came undone with a quiet click, freeing the satchel that had been secured at her hip throughout the day. Ida adjusted it briefly before setting it aside, her touch reverent as though ensuring that not a single item within had shifted. With her waist uncinched, she finally reached for the clasps of her utility jacket, undoing them in a steady rhythm. The finely stitched pockets and seams, so perfectly aligned, spoke to her innate preference for both function and style, and as she slipped the garment from her shoulders, she smoothed it carefully before placing it aside.
Beneath it, her sharply tailored black vest hugged her frame, accentuating her poised silhouette. With measured movements, she undid its buttons, one by one, before sliding the fitted garment free. Her lilac blouse, adorned with delicate pleats, became fully visible in the dim light, the soft fabric catching a faint sheen as she moved. She methodically unfastened each button, slipping the blouse off her shoulders to reveal the refined elegance of her bra, the delicate lace embroidery lending it an understated sophistication. The long, structured skirt followed, its pleated fabric whispering as it cascaded down her legs before she stepped out of it, folding it just as meticulously as everything else.
Now left in her undergarments, a matching set of finely crafted lingerie, Ida moved with quiet composure. The lace-edged bra was sculpted with both grace and functionality, its elegant patterns accentuating her natural poise. She ran a hand over the fine material, ensuring everything remained in place before reaching for her nightdress. The accompanying panties, designed with the same refined craftsmanship, sat comfortably against her hips, the delicate embroidery adding a subtle touch of luxury to an otherwise practical ensemble.
The cool white fabric of her nightdress was a striking contrast against her skin, flowing in delicate pleats as she slipped it over her head. Ethereal in its design, the gown draped effortlessly around her, settling into soft, cascading folds that pooled elegantly at her feet. Silver-threaded embroidery adorned the bodice, forming an intricate lace trim along the neckline that shimmered subtly under the room's soft glow. The fitted bodice accentuated her poised silhouette before flaring into a flowing skirt, its fine material whispering with each movement.
To complete the ensemble, she reached for the sheer outer robe that accompanied the gown, a diaphanous layer of fabric embroidered with delicate lavender vines trailing down its long, flowing sleeves and hem. The airy material caught the faintest movement, shifting like mist as she pulled it over her shoulders, its pleated design enhancing the ethereal grace of her appearance. As she adjusted the robe's drape, the intricate embroidery shimmered in the dim light, lending her an almost celestial presence. Draped in its flowing elegance, she exuded a presence both serene and commanding.
Was she checking her sister out as she got ready for bed? Yes, definitely. Ida was just that hot.
Maybe it was narcissistic to think so, considering they looked nearly identical, but the truth was the truth. Ida carried herself with an effortless elegance, every movement imbued with a natural poise that made even something as mundane as preparing for bed a study in refinement. The way her long, flowing purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way the soft fabric of her nightdress clung before settling into graceful folds, it was impossible not to notice.
As for being attracted to her sister? Well… they were Ancient Greeks. Siblings being more than siblings was nothing new. Look at Zeus and Hera. So, being drawn to Ida wasn't even worth mentioning. It simply was.
Once satisfied, Ida removed her glasses, placing them neatly on the side table before running a hand through her voluminous waves, shaking them loose from the arrangement they had been pinned in throughout the day. As she did, Adrasteia noted how the usually structured elegance of her sister softened ever so slightly in the glow of the room, her sharp intellect momentarily eased by the quiet comfort of their shared space. With her nightgown settled comfortably around her, she finally allowed herself to unwind, her usual composed presence touched by the serenity of the evening.
While Ida finished getting ready, Adrasteia slipped beneath the covers with a satisfied sigh, stretching her limbs as she sank into the plush bedding. The cool fabric was a welcome contrast to the warmth of the room, and she shifted slightly, making herself comfortable before turning to glance at Ida, who was still fussing over the final details of her nightly routine.
"Come on already!" Adrasteia huffed, her voice laced with impatience. "The bed is warm, and you are taking forever."
Ida let out a small, exasperated breath, adjusting the way her nightdress settled before removing her outer robe and carefully folding it with meticulous precision. She placed it neatly on the side table alongside her glasses, ensuring that not a single crease marred the delicate fabric.
Adrasteia watched the process with thinly veiled amusement, propping her head up on one hand as she lounged beneath the covers. It honestly baffled her why Ida even bothered putting the robe on in the first place, considering she was just going to take it off so soon after. There was no one else here, no pressing need for an extra layer of modesty between the two of them. It was just one of those little things about Ida, her innate sense of decorum and meticulousness in every small act, even when it was entirely unnecessary.
"You do realize you could have skipped that entire step and saved yourself the trouble?" Adrasteia teased, watching as her sister smoothed out the last fold of fabric.
Ida shot her a flat look but said nothing as she stepped toward the bed, reaching for the covers with a measured, deliberate motion. She lifted them smoothly, the fabric rustling softly in the quiet room, the faintest chill of displaced air brushing against her skin. Holding them aloft for a brief moment, she adjusted her grip, ensuring they were properly arranged before finally preparing to settle beside Adrasteia.
"Patience is a virtue." She murmured, her voice quiet yet pointed as she finally slipped under the covers beside Adrasteia.
Adrasteia immediately shifted closer, letting out a pleased hum as she nestled against the pillows. The soft fabric enveloped her in comforting warmth, and she stretched slightly before settling in, her body naturally gravitating toward the familiar presence beside her. A satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she relaxed fully, sinking into the mattress with an easy contentment.
"It has been a good day." She mused, a slow smile curling her lips. "A great day, even."
Ida nodded slightly, her violet eyes flickering with a rare softness as she finished adjusting her position. From her vantage point, Adrasteia could see the subtle shift in her sister's expression, the weight of the day's events gradually easing from her features. As Ida adjusted the covers around them, her usual composed exterior gave way to something quieter, more at ease. Though she would never say it aloud, Adrasteia knew the warmth of their shared presence was as much a comfort to Ida as it was to herself, a familiarity neither of them had ever needed to question.
"It was." She admitted. "Seeing the Nundus in their natural habitat alone would have made the entire trip worthwhile."
"That was incredible," Adrasteia agreed, her eyes gleaming at the memory. "And the way they move, so effortlessly silent, yet so terrifyingly precise in their strikes… It was breathtaking. Even the mundane creatures were a marvel, though. The herds stretching as far as the eye could see, the elephants, the giraffes… I could have watched them forever."
Ida hummed in agreement, running a hand absentmindedly through the ends of her hair. "Even with Hunter being a menace, it was still spectacular."
Adrasteia scoffed. "He tried to start a stampede. He is lucky you did not decide to put a leash on him then and there."
Ida smirked slightly. "I was very close to it. If he had taken one more step toward those Katoblepones, I might have."
Adrasteia laughed, rolling onto her side to face her sister more fully. "I still cannot believe Andi sent him to spy on you."
"I can. She never truly lets go of anything. It is yet another way she resembles her father." She said with a sigh, her expression momentarily distant. A pause followed as if she were weighing her next words, but after a brief hesitation, she shook her head and continued. "But… I suppose it was not the worst interference."
Adrasteia tilted her head curiously. "You are not actually annoyed?"
"I am." Ida admitted, exhaling sharply through her nose, a trace of lingering irritation still evident. "But… I cannot deny the day was enjoyable, even with his antics."
From where she lay, Adrasteia watched as Ida's gaze softened slightly, the memory of the safari's breathtaking sights seeming to outweigh whatever lingering frustration she had felt earlier. The tension that so often clung to her sister's refined features had eased, replaced by something far more contemplative. It was rare to see Ida so visibly at peace, and Adrasteia found herself smiling, knowing that despite her complaints, her sister had truly enjoyed the day.
Adrasteia grinned. "That is high praise, coming from you."
Ida shot her a mildly amused look but said nothing. A comfortable silence stretched between them, the distant sounds of the night filtering in through the open window, the air cool and calm.
Eventually, Adrasteia let out a contented sigh, shifting slightly beneath the covers as the weight of the day melted away. The soft glow of the moon bathed the room in silver light, casting gentle shadows across the bed. The warmth of Ida beside her was a quiet comfort, a steady presence that anchored her in the peaceful stillness of the night. She nestled closer, her fingers tracing idle patterns against the sheets.
"We should do things like this more often." She murmured, voice growing softer with sleep.
Ida was quiet for a moment, her expression unreadable as she gazed at Adrasteia. Then, with a small nod, she simply said, "Yes, we should."
Adrasteia hummed in approval, her lips curving into a soft smile.
"And, I don't just mean that safari." Lily said meaningfully as reached out, fingers gently finding Ida's wrist and pulling her closer.
Ida tilted her head, amusement flickering in her violet eyes.
"And what else could you mean?" Ida asked coyly, tilting her head just slightly, though the knowing lilt in her voice made it clear she already understood. Her violet eyes shimmered with amusement as she let the question linger, her touch speaking the words she did not need to say. Her hands glided across Adrasteia's bare shoulders, fingertips tracing slow, affectionate patterns along the smooth skin. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver through the space between them, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken tension that had already begun to build.
"This." Adrasteia whispered, her voice barely more than a breath before she closed the distance between them. Her hands slid over Ida's shoulders, fingers curling around the delicate straps of her nightdress as she pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. The warmth of her lips was matched only by the urgency in her touch, each movement slow yet deliberate. Ida responded in kind, her own hands mirroring Adrasteia's actions, gliding over smooth skin as she eased the straps of Adrasteia's own nightdress down her arms. The fabric pooled slightly before slipping further, the barriers between them growing thinner with every passing second. The air between them grew charged, the weight of anticipation settling as they surrendered to the moment, lost in the quiet intimacy of each other's touch.
Their movements were unhurried, steeped in the quiet familiarity of lovers who had spent eternity exploring every whisper of touch and every breathless sigh. The flickering glow of moonlight filtered through the canopy above, casting silver trails across their entwined forms. It illuminated the soft press of lips against bare skin and the delicate tracing of fingertips over curves long cherished. The cool mountain air carried the faint rustling of leaves, blending with the hushed murmurs and gasps shared between them, creating a timeless symphony of devotion and desire. In that moment, there was no past or future, only the warmth of each other's presence and the steady rhythm of love rekindled once more beneath the stars. Thus, as they had for countless nights over their millennia-long lives, the two nymphs of Mount Ida surrendered to one another, making love beneath the watchful stars.
Done and done! Thanks to Nameless as always!
Ah, nothing like showing some of the background characters getting some time to shine. Ida really deserves it with how well she's helped Andi grow into the goddess she is now. Speaking of, seeing the usual strict teacher of our rambunctious goddess relax is quite the sight! And of course, Ida and her dearest sister are Greek nymphs, so they aren't unfamiliar with each other in a literal sense, wink wink.
Nameless: Are we exploring our kinks by making Ida shack up with her sister? Absolutely. Does it fit with the story? Definitely. I mean, Ida is an ancient nymph but has not hooked up with anyone? Suspicious if you ask me. Add in that incest is par for the course for those of the Hellenistic mythos and viola! You get this chapter! At least, that's how we came up with it at least. It certainly wasn't because we were joking around when we first introduced Ida and Adrasteia about how we would one day ship them. No, siree! Nothing of the sort!
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