Vaid Empire: Mother of Tentacles
Chapter 9
37th of Twic, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
Exhausted panting echoed through the trees as Aifa and Darmi came to a stop. Their head start had lasted several hours, and for several hours they had run, never taking a break.
Darmi was the first to collapse. Having gradually cut through her wrist bindings, she spread out on her back, hands resting above her head upon the dirt of the jungle floor.
“Get…up,” Aifa commanded, leaning on her shoulder against a tree.
The girl released a pitiful whine. “I…I can’t…”
Scowling, Aifa searched their surroundings for danger. Miles upon miles away, the healthiest of their pursuers would be fully recovered by now. Their long sprint had been swift, though not wild. She had done all she could to mask their trail. Even the greatest hunter would surely be unable to find them once more, yet she had her doubts. After all, how had they found her after all this time? “We need…to keep going.”
“Mistress…please…”
When no immediate danger presented itself, Aifa’s heart began to calm. Feeling unsteady, the weight of her exhaustion made the world subtly spin. First, they had wasted a day spent in each other’s arms, enjoying the tentacles at their service. Then, the night had offered no rest. Ambushed and tortured until sunrise, another full day had nearly passed without sleep. The sun hung above the horizon, already well beyond midday.
She reluctantly sank to the ground. Her belly rumbled with a hunger she hadn’t noticed until now. Their pursuers would have to hunt, eat, and sleep just the same. “So be it. We’ll camp…here.”
Catching her breath, Darmi offered a weary smile in agreement.
Adrenaline had been Aifa’s ally. Now that it faded, she fought to keep her eyes open. “Vaecath,” she thought. The beast had never left her thoughts, always feeling close behind. His reassuring whispers continued to caress her mind from nearby, growing closer and closer. When she heard the rustling of vegetation, she made no move to protect herself, sighing in relief when his black tentacles burst forth to meet them.
The soft sounds of Darmi’s breaths came from the ground, already asleep as Aifa raised an exhausted hand to caress her grandson. His slimy surface was a calming comfort beneath her touch, tingling against her fingertips.
“The child? What of Jynae-bal?” she asked. In response, black tentacles parted to reveal the golden form of the younger creature. “Good boy.”
Gifted a moment of calm, Aifa rested her head against the thick red tree. Her hand cupped her womanhood, grimacing. The seed of their captor had long since leaked down her thighs during their run, yet cruel memories remained. She bit her lip, nearly drawing blood as her hatred burned anew. “Audir, my claws shall carve your throat.”
“The Red Vessel hungers. Vaecath must hunt.”
She grabbed a tentacle to stop him. Then, feeling the rumbling in her belly once more, she released the wiggling appendage. “Shelter first, then food.”
The beast obeyed its mistress, working quickly. Powerful tentacles quickly dug a shallow pit, allowing her to lie down. After moving Darmi’s body beside Aifa, Vaecath began to sculpt a temporary shelter around them, just as she had taught the younger girl. He seemed almost to pull the design from her memory without instruction, forming the shelter exactly as she would have done.
Safe, clutching Jynae-bal to her chest, Aifa was asleep before she felt the heaviness of her eyelids.
***
“The Red Vessel must consume.”
The thought eased Aifa from her deep slumber as if summoned back to reality. Expecting to meet blinding sunlight when their shelter was breached, she realized a hole had already been created in the ceiling. The black void of the night sky hung above her as she peered up. “How long?”
“The Red Vessel rests.”
Black tentacles lowered various fruits into the shelter from above. Even in darkness, her advanced eyes saw their vibrant forms bulging in the faint moonlight. She assessed each one in turn. They were all familiar, safe to eat, as if he had once more pulled knowledge from her memories.
“What’s this?” Darmi asked as she awoke, momentarily disoriented.
“Eat. We’re moving the moment we’re done,” Aifa commanded. She sank her teeth into the juicy flesh of a bright red fruit, staring ahead in thought.
“Where?” the girl asked, only to see Jynae-bal in the darkness. She hurried to squeeze the creature in her grasp, feeling it squirm as she giggled. “Oh, it’s so good to see you safe!”
“We’ll follow our original plan before the ambush,” Aifa commanded coldly, though the sight of the girl’s joy softened her tone. “We’ll find the group that neighbors your former tribe.”
Enjoying the tiny golden tentacles as they affectionately explored her small breasts, Darmi nodded. “As you wish, mistress. There’s hardly any other choice, is there?”
Aifa shook her head. “We forge our own homeland, or we perish.”
Darmi fell into thought as she savored the taste of an overly sweet fruit. “We fled far, mistress. These are unfamiliar lands, and I’d rather avoid backtracking into danger.”
“Vaecath can sense the location of your former tribe from memory.” Aifa looked to the beast as if to confirm her words. The whispers in her mind offered a calming confirmation. “He’ll lead us near the cave along a new path, away from our pursuers. From there, you’ll lead us to your neighbors.”
“If I must, Aifa,” the girl muttered, clearly disliking the thought of returning anywhere near the cave. “Though like I said the first time, they won’t accept Vaecath’s touch willingly, no matter the pleasure we claim to offer.”
Aifa’s face hardened. “Offer? No. We’ll lure them away one by one, returning them with broken minds and fertilized wombs.”
A bite loosed glowing orange juices to drip down Darmi’s petite chin. “You said we’ll grant them a new pleasure they haven’t experienced, yes? We won’t have to…hurt them, will we?”
Wiping the girl’s chin, Aifa offered a disappointed frown. “So quick to condemn your former people to destruction, yet you shy away from spilling a little blood. Your neighbors would’ve betrayed you all the same.” She watched Darmi blush with guilt in the darkness. “After what occurred last night, haven’t you learned the vileness of this world?”
She shrugged meekly. “Are all beings so cruel, or merely those we’ve encountered? The tribe we seek treated my group fairly during our trade.”
Aifa glared. “A single meeting while you were protected at your father’s side is hardly enough to measure their nature. Face them alone, vulnerable, without ally, and you’ll see the true extent of their mercy.”
Darmi pulled her knees to her chest, cradling Jynae-bal. “So you say, mistress…”
“So I know.” The soreness between her thighs was enough of a reminder. “We’ll forge our own land, safe from the cruelty of the world. We’ll forge our own species, clean of Cavari savagery.”
A thought of her father made Darmi nod, looking away.
Aifa moved closer, easing her tone as she rested a hand upon the girl’s leg. “Finish eating. The journey ahead is long.”
Darmi bit her fruit once more, enduring the past in silence.
44th of Twic, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
“There,” Darmi said quietly.
Ahead, through the vegetation, Aifa was met with the sight of a colossal tree rising above the rest. Its thick blue trunk was unmistakable, as wide as three dozen men standing shoulder to shoulder. Even poking through the jungle ceiling, its width gave the tree a squat appearance, like a small mountain of branches held high above the ground.
Having traveled mile after mile, day after day, stopping only to sleep and eat, Aifa had desired a far easier target. Instead, her glowing eyes searched the branches high overhead, seeking any sign of their target before offering Darmi a raised brow.
“They’re here, mistress. I promise.” She pointed up. “They live in hollow alcoves cut into the trunk, or so my father claimed.”
Lips thinning with thought, Aifa squinted. “How many?”
“I didn’t think to count their number when I saw them, though if I had to guess, I’d say-”
Aifa silenced her with a hand. “Not you.”
At their side, hidden within the vegetation, Vaecath squirmed with anticipation, sensing new fertile wombs. “Five viable vessels await, nurturing three offspring. Two unviable sit among them. Six seedgivers prepare their spears.”
“How will we lure them away?” Darmi asked nervously.
Studying the tree like a hungry predator, Aifa finally smirked. “Five. Good enough.” She caressed the beast’s black tentacle, larger than the day before. “We’ll lure them with patience. Whispers can be quite convincing.”
45th of Twic, 767 BVE.
Deep Jungle.
“Come.”
The cool air of the upper tree felt like a gentle caress as Lafa rested in her lover’s arms. Nestled in a hollow chamber carved from the massive trunk, she peered at the blue wooden walls around their sleeping mat as she awoke.
Pressed against Hurr’s side, she heard his quiet breaths, still asleep. At his other side, she watched Brimi’s eyes open to meet hers as she lifted her head from their mate’s chest.
“Can’t sleep?” Lafa asked, swaying her tail in the darkness.
Shaking her head, Brimi stretched with a yawn. “You?”
“Come.”
Together, they peered at the gaping hole in the wall beside them, watching the treetops swaying just below in the night sky.
Lafa peered at her son resting near their feet, the only child she and Brimi had yet to grant their mate. With the boy resting in a deep sleep, she left Hurr’s side to dangle her feet over the edge of the alcove opening. Brimi granted their lover a careful kiss before joining her.
“Come.”
“Fresh air would do us good,” Brimi told the slightly younger woman, resting her hand upon her smooth thigh. The soft skin brought a memory of their carnal service mere hours ago, three red bodies together.
“Crave.”
Lafa smiled, running a thumb over the woman’s lips. “Hurr won’t be pleased if he finds us missing. I wouldn’t want to risk his misplaced jealousy.” A memory of their mouths meeting hours ago passed through her mind, two tongues serving their mate.
“Crave.”
“His jealousy is a dangerous thing,” Brimi chuckled quietly, placing a hand on her own midriff. A strange tingle caressed the back of her mind, coaxing memories of envy. Long had it been before Lafa’s son had arrived. Longer still had they both gone without another. When Hurr continued to grant them his seed each night without success, she couldn’t help but think of the other males of the tribe with a hint of…temptation.
Blinking, she banished the thought. Never had she acted upon her desires. Never had she betrayed her mate. Why did such thoughts come again now? Her hand remained upon her toned belly, trying to ignore the envy of her empty womb.
“Crave.”
Lafa subtly rubbed her thighs together, feeling the tingle that had never been entirely satisfied. Hurr always tried his best. Brimi always did better. Even still, their efforts had always left her wanting.
Touching her head, her thoughts felt distant, as if thinking through a thick fog. The dampness between her legs lingered, increasing, always present.
“Come.”
Brimi shook her head, feeling a slight dizziness as she grabbed Lafa’s hand. “A quick walk, nothing more. He won’t notice our absence. I just need some fresh air to clear my head, else I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”
“Come.”
Lafa glanced at her son, ensuring he was still asleep before shrugging. “A quick one, Brimi. It’ll help us both.”
With a final kiss upon their mate’s lips, they climbed over the edge of the gaping hole in the wall. Together, they descended the colossal trunk using handholds cut into the wood. Hurr’s sleeping nook sat atop the rest, reigning over the tribe. They passed several other nooks on their way down, hearing the sounds of intertwined bodies sleeping.
As they descended below the neighboring treetops, they felt the humidity of the jungle increase quickly as perspiration clung to their red bodies. They carefully slipped past several traps designed to alert the tribe at the approach of climbing predators. Hopping to the jungle floor, they searched the area for danger.
“This is far enough,” Brimi said, remaining close to the trunk for protection.
“Come.”
Lafa chuckled, urging her to follow. “Don’t retreat now. Just a little further. I promise we won’t go far.
Brimi knew they shouldn’t go alone without spears. Only when hunting did anyone risk the jungle. “This is foolish.”
“Come.”
Sighing, Brimi rubbed her head, feeling a tingle at the back of her mind. “Though I suppose we’ve already come this far. A little further won’t hurt.”
Holding hands, they crept carefully through the vegetation, hiding at every sound. Nocturnal monstrosities prowled the jungle, forcing them to move silently.
“Closer.”
Lafa stumbled, momentarily dizzy. She felt as if her mind was being caressed, massaged, calming her misgivings. Every step made the dampness between her thighs more demanding. Her brain tingled, coaxing her need until she blushed with embarrassment as her juices trickled down her leg. She tugged at Brimi’s hand. “Let’s return. I feel…strange.”
Tugging her forward, Brimi was more forceful than she had intended. With every step, she felt the emptiness of her womb turn into a sour bitterness upon her tongue. Never could she hate Lafa, yet as she felt a strange sensation caressing her mind, her envy turned to ire. “No. A little further,” she said forcefully. Lafa wouldn’t have her way this time.
“Closer.”
Led through the darkness, Lafa bit her lip, continuing to drip down her thighs. The need between her legs could no longer be denied. Left unsatisfied after Hurr had filled her, it had lingered through the night like a familiar companion. Now, it prodded at her with a demand that couldn’t be ignored. She wanted nothing more than to find quiet solitude to scratch her itch. Never had her own fingers been enough, yet they were something, knowing her body better than Hurr and Brimi.
“Two vessels arrive. Two wombs hunger.”
“Brimi, did you say somethi-” Lafa gasped as something wet coiled around her ankle, sending her tumbling forward. She knew better than to call out and alert predators, forcing her to wince as she slammed into the ground.
As Brimi turned towards the sound of her companion’s struggle, she tripped as her leg was snagged by a vine tied across the small path through the trees. The moment she fell, two women leapt from the vegetation, forcing her down. She struggled furiously to claw at her attackers, her mind too hazy to have sensed their scent.
Lafa watched as the attackers pinned Brimi to the ground with wide eyes. Trying to yank her foot free of whatever had trapped her, she felt wet tendrils beginning to slide up her legs. Kicking, she rolled onto her back, only to be met with the horror of the creature looming over her. Black and dripping, the mass of tentacles dragged her closer until she was ensnared in its grasp, unable to escape. Her body was lifted, pulled into the writhing mass. Unable to contain a scream, her fear was quickly muffled as a tentacle wrapped around her head to tightly restrict her mouth.
“Get…off!” Brimi cried out as her arms were forced behind her back. Her attackers tied her wrists together with vines, covering her mouth as she struggled.
“There’s no need to fight your fates,” a soft voice said quietly. “I struggled, like you, only because I didn’t know what glorious pleasure I’d be granted.”
“You waste your breath, Darmi,” the other woman bit back harshly before addressing her captives. “We require your wombs, nothing more. Try to escape, and I’ll blind you both.”
Brimi offered muffled protests as the woman’s claws traced beneath her eyes.
“Aifa…there’s no need to-” The younger girl flinched as her mistress raised her hand.
Black tentacles wrapped around Lafa’s limbs, pulling her tightly against the monster’s mass, rotated to face outward. Arms and legs forced far apart, she muttered muffled curses, whimpering as tendrils tickled up her wet thighs.
Patting Darmi’s cheek instead of smacking her, Aifa offered a firm look. “This is not the time. Follow my lead.”
As the women rolled Brimi onto her back, she watched with horror as Vaecath teased between her companion’s legs. Moving closer, towering above its prey, its tentacles coiled around her own kicking ankles, pulling them apart.
Lafa squirmed, feeling the tingling slime with each teasing lick of a tentacle’s tip rubbing her lower lips. The sensation toyed with her maddening need as she fought against the creature’s hold. Having grown large enough to easily contain her, he caressed his prey as tentacles explored her bound body.
Unrestricted, Brimi would’ve barely proven too much to handle on his own, unable to pacify two struggling women without harming either. Arms bound, however, she could do little but strain her thighs as her legs were stretched far apart, leaving her sex vulnerable.
A gag was forced into her mouth after she tried to bite the hand muffling her cries. The tentacles crept up her legs, moving with a taunting slowness.
“The vessel obeys.”
Panicking, the strange tingling at the back of her mind was all that prevented her from hyperventilating as tentacles found her waiting lower lips. Tracing her labia, they made her writhe as she fought to escape, watching Lafa moan.
“The vessel craves.”
Blushing deeply as moonlight poured through the branches to reveal her shame, Lafa shuddered with arousal, her need aching deeply between her legs. When the tentacle began to slide inside, she screamed, clenching her eyes shut.
The sight horrified Brimi, watching her companion’s violation as she squirmed to get away. Utterly at the creature’s mercy, she squeaked, feeling the tip of a tentacle pushing into her own clenching tightness. It forced itself deep, claiming her as its prize.
“Don’t fight,” Darmi said, comforting her with a gentle hand on her midriff. “Vaecath whispers your desire. We know what you seek.”
Lafa groaned, feeling guilt rising with each tantalizing thrust. She was Hurr’s, his loyal mate, yet the tentacle pushed against her cervix, deeper than he could ever hope to reach. Toes curling, she fought against the pleasure pulsating through her loins with every forceful dive of the slimy appendage. For once, she was full, tapping against her long unsatisfied urges.
Brimi wanted to scream. She wanted to curse them, to beg for mercy, to call out to Hurr and demand to be avenged. She wanted to weep, to fight, to punish her attackers. Instead, she could only writhe as the tentacle slid in and out, violating her deepest limits. The flexible appendage would’ve been humiliating enough, yet the tingling slime tickled every inch of her tight loins, driving her to madness as her muffled cries continued.
“This is a gift. You’ll understand soon,” Darmi said, continuing to comfort her bound victim. “Vaecath whispers of your craving. You desire to be a mother, yes?”
Watery eyes opening wide in shock, they soon filled with fury as Brimi thrashed. The girl’s words struck her deepest craving, something she had fought to bury every day she allowed Lafa’s spawn to suckle at her breasts. How could she possibly know such things? Why did the fog in her mind only increase, caressing her brain? Slowly, anger drained away into emotion, releasing a muffled wail.
“Vaecath shall give you what you desire. You’ll see.” Darmi smiled. “Calm yourself. Let him take your mind and remake you. You’ll have the child you seek, though better.”
Aifa cared little for her words, merely enjoying the sight of their moaning victims. With a demanding snap of her fingers, a small creature emerged from the vegetation, for Jynae-bal’s golden tentacles crept towards its mistress. She brought his small form to rest in her lap, concealing parting lips behind her hand as she lightly gasped at the sensation.
Tiny golden tentacles squirmed between her parted thighs as she watched Lafa groan in Vaecath’s grasp. The woman’s body was a temptation, a tantalizing sight as she writhed in the creature’s wet tendrils. Her smooth red skin dripped with slime as her form was caressed and teased, gleaming in the moonlight. Had they met as allies, Aifa would’ve gladly accepted her as a lover. As predator and prey, however, her body was useful only to bear the offspring of Onaalag’s line.
“Mistress, are you…” Darmi blushed at the sight. Her own need called to her, ever demanding. A merciful finger beckoned her forth, summoned to Aifa’s side.
“Jynae-bal is as much your blood as he is mine.” Aifa kissed the girl, unable to keep the dripping arousal from her tone. “You’ve done well tonight. I’ll let you enjoy the fruits of our designs.” She gestured to their prey.
Nestling close to her mistress, Darmi’s temptation was too great to bear. The bound women before her moaned and squirmed as she parted her thighs. Leaning on her side, Aifa intertwined her legs with the girl, letting the golden creature rest between them. The small mass of tentacles played against their lower lips, venturing inside them both.
Vaecath’s tentacles moved with greater urgency as he drank in the presence of feminine pleasure radiating around him. Four females moaned. Two already carried his children, only days after their conception. Two others awaited his seed.
Toes curling, every movement fulfilled Lafa’s need. Never had Hurr made her feel such things. Never had Brimi known exactly where to touch and rub to drive her wild. She wanted to hate her violation. She wanted to go back to sleep at her mate’s side and pretend she hadn’t felt such pleasure. It’d be impossible, of course, for nothing could make her forget.
Whispers massaged her mind, calming what little resistance remained to her. They seemed to drive her lusts, as if urging her body to demand more. Memories of nights left unsatisfied were plucked from her mind as if in a calculated selection. For too long she had felt an itch her lovers couldn’t reach. For too many hours she had sat in the aftermath of their carnal moments, feeling a frustrated ache pulsating between her legs.
Moaning, she felt her pleasure building towards a limit she had rarely reached. Her body almost seemed unaccustomed to the sensation, as if unsure how to endure, yet a tingle within her mind calmed her misgivings.
Finally, with each deep thrust driving her further into desperation, Lafa screamed against the tentacle covering her mouth as she found her orgasm.
“A vessel is rewarded.”
Trembling, her eyes rolled back as she endured what she had sought. Pleasure erupted through her body, never ending, seizing her lithe muscles. Whispers echoed through the fog in her mind, drowned in the blinding light of her climax. It persisted, holding her in its grasp. Her back arched, straining, shaking, unable to breathe before her orgasm shattered. Utter satisfaction flowed through every limb for the first time as she recovered with gasping breaths.
The sight of her companion moaning mindlessly filled Brimi with dread. She struggled to break free, squirming on the ground. Every thrust was a betrayal of Hurr. Every moan dishonored her mate.
“Crave.”
She felt the tentacle tapping against her empty womb with every slippery movement. An image of her belly round with pregnancy dripped through her mind before she shook her head.
Darmi moaned as tiny tentacles licked at her sensitive folds, exploring inside. “Give in…as your companion does. She’s…ahh…” The girl clenched her thighs as a golden tendril lightly squeezed her bud. “She’s deep into a euphoria only Vaecath can grant.”
The memory of Lafa’s pregnant body crept into Brimi’s thoughts, a vision in the haze of her mind. It lingered, taunting, coaxing her jealousy anew. Why had she been blessed with a child? Brimi was the woman’s elder by nearly two years, yet Hurr’s seed had succeeded with her younger rival instead.
Rival? Her head felt like it was spinning, swaying, slipping away as her body was ravished. She tried to force her legs together, failing against Vaecath’s strength.
Hurr had failed her. Even tonight, after spilling his seed within her, she knew with a curious certainty that it had failed once more. The other men of their tribe wouldn’t have failed. Perhaps she had been foolish to merely fantasize about them, rather than-
Shaking her head, Brimi fought to escape her thoughts. They clung to her, inescapable, pulled from the depths of her subconscious. She cried out, knowing no mercy would come.
The vision of her pregnancy returned. She moaned, feeling each squirming thrust deep inside of her. She wanted a baby. She wanted seed worthy of her womb. Disgust rose inside her, hating the slimy appendage stirring her loins, only to fade into a steady pleasure. Her cries turned to groans. Her struggling movements turned into passionate writhing.
Aifa savored the sight of her moving body, reaching over to caress the woman’s breasts. Cupping her perky flesh, she brushed her blue nipples, feeling them harden.
Her touch made Brimi whimper, another reminder of her helpless fate. Her body urged her to give in. Her mind tingled with a foggy desire she couldn’t understand.
“Crave.”
She wanted a baby. She needed a baby. Hurr had failed her.
“Beg.”
Brimi closed her eyes with a low whine. Once more the thought of her belly returned. She saw tentacles spewing from her loins, making her recoil in revulsion. With every torturous moment, however, the thought repeated, drawing her attention. Could she birth such a horrid creature? Would it grow? Would it thrive, as every mother hoped for their child? Perhaps…
The sound of Lafa’s ecstasy was a beacon. Brimi’s body could endure no more. Her womb ached to be filled. Her instincts urged her to get pregnant.
“Beg.”
She wanted to breed. Damn Hurr. She wanted the creature’s seed. She wanted to birth its tentacled offspring, to nurture their child as she had always craved to.
Aifa lightly pinched the woman’s nipple as she watched the change within her eyes. “You’ll return to your tribe. You and your companion shall swell with pregnancies. You’ll mask the children as your mate’s, and when the time comes, you’ll birth them in private, permitting them time to safely escape your tribe’s wrath before they realize the truth. Do you understand?”
Brimi nodded as her body rocked subtly from the force of Vaecath’s thrusts. Her gaze appeared mindless, flickering with sparks of awareness as she moaned.
With a satisfied gesture from Aifa, Vaecath unleashed himself. Lafa and Brimi cried out together, permitted to climax as white seed spewed deep inside their fertile bodies. It began to ooze heavily from their loins, pouring onto the ground below.
Quivering, broken, the women were held in orgasms that persisted without mercy. Whispers massaging their minds, their eyes rolled back, lost in bliss.
Darmi squeaked as she trembled, holding Jynae-bal tightly between her thighs as she found her own finish, remembering the night Nula-bal had opened her mind to the pleasure the pair now experienced. Second after second, however, she turned to Aifa with concern as they continued to convulse.
Seizing, Aifa found her relief at the sight. Only then did she gesture once more to Vaecath, and the women fell limp as their orgasms finally ended. “Let them remember that…for the rest of their days.”
Slowly, urges fulfilled, the black beast released his prey. He lowered Lafa to the ground beside her companion as both women continued to leak, unconscious.
Darmi held Jynae-bal like an infant as she studied the pair. “Are they…”
“Broken and remade. They’ll obey.” Aifa ran a hand through her long white hair, savoring her temporary satisfaction. She picked up a flower from the perimeter she had hid beneath the vegetation to conceal their scent. “Build a shelter, Vaecath. Let them rest. When they wake, they’ll find they share our purpose, and Onaalag’s line shall expand.”
There had been very little reason to smile since Nula-bal’s death. Aifa had claimed small moments of peace and satisfaction, found small victories, and savored brief periods of bliss under Darmi’s touch. Now, however, she grinned, a savage thing that appeared unnatural upon her lips, for they had completed their first steps at forging their new homeland, their safety, their refuge.
She would find Synaalag.
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