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What busy work all this has been, exhaustive in your condition, but you never let it get to you or display it until you're to yourself in your chambers of the upper castle. Here in private you can breathe easy and let go of some of the stress, that comes with gestating a divine being within you. Not too much longer now, as you caress your belly while pacing about your chambers, in preparation for a night's rest. You still wonder towards names, of course depending on the gender, and wish that Leon would make up his mind about-
<span class="mu-r">"No, no I don't need help in here, and please remember to announce yourself if you are going to enter- gah! H-Help... who are you... what are you... doing here?"</span>
Changing from your regal Menaji clothes for something better to sleep in, only by your godly perception and senses do you become aware of... someone else in the other room. Someones else in fact, three persons who, if you were a mere mortal you would not have noticed until they were upon you. So stealthy are they in their movement that you weren't aware of their entry or presence until they moved from their hiding places. An unexpected surprise that catches you off guard, that your initial response is to just try and cover yourself, and think it some rude or mistaken trespass.
By the light of the moon however, you come to notice the wet gleam of blood upon one of them, a held knife dripping. Dark as it is, your godly eyes can see them clearly... tall and slender, long ears, elves. But different? Dark-skinned and large-eyed, a strange manner of restrictive clothing with fine materials that make no sound nor catch the light. Even more spindly than elves you've encountered, they make you shudder in discomfort with their in-humanness.
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"Divine they said? Like the storm caller? Doesn't seem divine."</span></span>
<span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">"Remember what they said... don't look at her, don't listen to her."</span></span>
Conversing in their own language, though you know it from your time in the underworld, they speak of you with worried determination. Armed and trespassing, you can imagine what their purpose might be here but you don't much care, you're still capable of defending yourself. And you peacefully could, however they seem to have some practiced effort of avoiding interaction with you and simply doing what they came here for. One of them in particular, who looks like a more beastly sort of elf, loping on all fours and not communicating with the other two... led by them in fact, for the thing seems blind with such large, dead eyes from an assumed life in darkness.
