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This Mess We're In The city sun sets over me...

You awaken slightly disoriented on a beautiful, smooth stone floor. A look around will tell you that this place is a hilltop temple with a good view of the beautiful city below. On opposite sides of the temple are genderless depictions of deities. One is clearly powerful, made of onyx, held up in an imposing stance with one hand holding a gilded flogger and the other outstretched with an open palm as if to enforce a command. The other, made of polished white marble, has taken a knee to the dominant statue across from them. One of their hands is a vase for fresh flowers and you can see that new ones have been placed there today.

The music of an unseen harp begins to play and a golden light permeates the temple. Suddenly, you know what is happening here. The duality that is worshipped here, the figures in the temple, they have a name. The onyx one is Ceannasach and the marble one is Cuiristeach and together with their combined power they are the ones who have brought you to Parthas.

What is Parthas? Parthas is paradise! You have either been brought here because Ceannasach believes you contribute to your world in some glorious way and deserve to be honored and served or because Cuiristeach believes that you would be excellent in a service role, perhaps they even feel sorry for the state of your life back home and want to show you something better.

The deities here also brought you because they need lik which is the energy that allows them to exist. Lik is created in small amounts when you interact with other people, in greater amounts when you grow fond of certain people, and in greater still amounts when you begin to use physical affection. However, when you orgasm, that creates the purest form of lik there is.

Ceannasach and Cuiristeach reward you in a special way. When you have sex with your soulmate or your hjarta, your vördr, or spirit, leaves your body in a time-frozen moment to commune with the deities and ask for something big or small that you might like. Sex carries on as usual and only you will know that you asked for something. If you ask to be sent home, the deities will send you into a hyperaroused state when you least expect it. Hey, you offended them.

The deities also believe you should know of something they have placed in Parthas for your benefit. There is a river in a valley in the middle of housing that will give and take anything you like from your body if you should so wish. This can mean a illness, sadness, a memory or anything else, but be careful because this river runs on fickle magic.

As the harp music continues, you become aware of a new power of yours. You can hear any thought that any other person sends your way, even the ones sent accidentally, and you can see images and moving pictures, as well. Don’t limit yourself to one person! Send that thought to everyone!

The harp music comes to an eventual end and you are left with the knowledge the deities gave you. Your intuition leads you down a southbound path towards a city where a celebration seems to be taking place, if the colorful banners are any indicator. Welcome to Parthas!

Dancing Barefoot She, intoxicated by Thee; She has the slow sensation that He is levitating with She

There is indeed a celebration going on in South City as this is the month of Feabhra. Where it was daylight when you left the Main Temple, now that you have reached the city the only lights are colorful paper lanterns strung up across smooth stone roads. The warmth of the daytime has cooled, so it might be smart to snuggle up with someone in one of the city’s various gazebos – each of them has a swing made for two (or three if you snuggle close enough.)

Harps, flutes, guitars and drums play lively music for everyone to dance to in the city square where garlands of brightly colored and white flowers hang for people to do with as they will. A stately woman dressed in black and wearing a brooch with the face of Ceannasach stands off to the side, her dark hair pulled back in a chignon. Whispers circulate, getting to you and informing you that this woman is E’ara Fraoch, owner of the most successful brothel in South City, and she is paying 50 gold pieces to the best dancers and 100 more if they will come work for her at Where The Wild Roses Grow, her establishment.

I Feel You I feel you, your precious soul, and I am whole

Food and drink is plentiful at this celebration and some of it is even free! The vendors believe that this is a good promotion for their stores during the rest of the year. They wheel their carts about, humming jaunty tunes and offering delicious things to you, the new arrivals, and everyone else in the city.
There is a man named Sam wheeling his cart of beverages and chocolate dipped waffles through town. If you catch him, he’ll probably suggest you order the alcoholic drink The Spirit of Feabhra. This drink does not come without side effects. It tastes like a fancy gin cocktail, sparkling and sweet with the flavor of berries and mint hitting your tongue, but the moment you get close to someone you actually have feelings for, you start to feel it… Them. Their thoughts, their emotions, their dreams… It’s as if they have melted into you.

Is This Desire? Is this desire; Enough, enough; To lift us higher; To lift above?

You have been told repeatedly throughout the night by smiling (creepy) faces not to wander out of the city limits into the wilderness, but now that you are here you just don’t get it. Lichens and fungi light up the night with a soft glow from the tree trunks, seemingly drawing you in.

In the forest, the music fades and the chittering of small animals creates a different tune. You don’t seem to be in danger. You might come across the healthiest, most beautiful apple tree you’ve ever seen. It is completely free of pests and only the dew clings to the apples’ shiny surface.

Should you pick one for yourself, you will feel a strange compulsion to bite it. Go on. Do it. If and when you have, you will find yourself incredibly aroused, but you won’t be able to bring yourself to orgasm – another must do it. If you didn’t bite the apple, maybe you gave it to someone else. In that case they will be unstoppably attracted to you with arousal to match. If you chose to plant it near your home, a tree like the one it came from will grow there and you will ICly receive a special reward.

Dead of Night When delirious fun; Has seriously begun; You'll be down on your knees; You'll be begging us please

Now you’ve done it. You’ve wandered into the woods without a spiritual guide from the temple. Now the vættir have been awoken and they are ready to fuck shit up… Sort of. Right now, these spirits kind of only want to ruin this party, but who knows what they’ll do later?

A low-lying cloud of black smoke crawls down the hills from the forest to the city until it covers the smooth stone roads and reaches up into everyone who is either of weak constitution or just simply tired and possesses them. It doesn’t take total control, but rather influences them, and causes them to destroy decorations, vendor carts, and do wild things they wouldn’t ordinarily do. Basically, these spirits want to cut through the façade and see you party like a rock star.

The only way to exorcise one of the vættir from a friend or loved one is to call on the deity of light – Cuiristeach. They accept demonstrations of service as the highest form of prayer, so get on your knees for your friend and get this done!

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Separate kingdoms bordering other kingdoms is dangerous. I hope you're sister manages, this is the situation I find myself in.

[He suggests the route she has been considering. He may not have wanted to be king, but he had a head for statesmanship.]

Our country is small in comparison, but there is another way to build an army. There are mountain clans, natives unalligned to either cause. If I can negotiate with them, they may help. It is possible, if we offer something to their benefit.

Then you may want to consider it, depending on what they are seeking. Do you know what these mountain clans might want?

( It could be similar to what he offered the Wildlings, back when, and if so she could probably muster their help. )

[She leaned back against one of the pillars, shutting her eyes for a moment, considering it.]

Likely a measure of autonomy and a guarantee of their freedom in some measure. It's something the other kings won't offer. We need to be united in some capacity. It's what my husband must do, create one whole kingdom, but there is a chance that they could keep their freedom in some way, so long as we compromise.

It seems you have no good answers while you're here. You need to be able to negotiate it and I don't think you can call your banners and send a messenger from here. I don't think the raven would get there. Or a horse, at that.

( Jon laughs softly, though it is ironic and not because he thinks it funny. )

This is all very inconvenient for you, isn't it?

A raven? Banners? [She’s never heard of any of this.] We have reserves but our territory is small and lightly populated. We would have the numbers, if I negotiate.

[It was all overwhelming and she preferred to focus on the here and now.]

I'm sorry. I'm speaking so much about myself. You should be given my full attention.

( Jon laughs and lifts his hand. He prefers to listen to other people than talk himself, usually, because when he starts talking that's when things get all muddled up and messy. It had with Daenerys, anyway, and Ygritte wasn't much for talking about anything. Sansa usually bailed him out of his spoken messes. He's better at swinging a sword. )

No, don't worry about it. I'm no good at talking anyway. I would have just said something stupid if I was talking about myself.

I understand. I'm much the same. I always liked the quiet, not having anyone watch me or speak to me.

[The drink is starting to take a stronger effect. Ignoring doesn't seem to be wise, ad everything feels fiercer, warmer.]

We don't have to talk.

No, possibly we don't have to talk, but it would be rude if I just stopped talking while you were standing here, wouldn't it?

( Jon doesn't want to make things awkward for her, especially when she'd confided in him about her problems back home and he'd tried to give the best advice that he could about it. )

It's very cold, where I'm from. I'm not used to being as warm as this. I think some of it is the drink but...I think this place is simply warmer, too.

I might be one of the few that would understand the silence and not take offense to it.

[After all, she preferred it too. It wasn't as if he was unpleasant to look at. His presence was gentle and strong, there was no reason to be afraid around him.]

It's cold where I am from too. This is...strange. This heat makes me want to touch...

( Jon reaches his hand out to hers and brushes against her fingertips. When she mentions the heat makes her want to touch, he realizes it's the same for him, but he doesn't want to overstep his bounds. )

It's usually better in the North to have someone to sleep beside you so you don't freeze to death. It's even better if it's a beautiful woman.

[Her fingers twitch at the feel of his skin. Propriety would say stop, but that delicious feel pumping in her wants more heat, more skin. Her fingers curling around him, lightly tracing his palm.]

That I wouldn't know. My bed is my own and I'm the sole occupant.

Do you sleep beside a beautiful woman?

Oh, no, it's just...a general statement, really.

( Gods, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. That's just a stupid thing that Tormund used to say, not something that he'd actually say to a proper woman like Eirene. )

Just that when it's cold you...share. Sorry. A friend of mine says it.

I'm surprised you're not married. A king needs a queen.

[She smiled, ignoring the breach of propriety. That was a bit of a miracle, but the drink was likely the cause.]

If it perpetually snows in your North as it does in mind, I think your friend might be right.

Warmer with two people, aye. Of course, I don't presume women want those things. Some do, though.

( Jon doesn't know what kind of world Eirene comes from, though, and he wants to err on the side of caution. They might be in this place to serve these gods in...that way but it doesn't mean that a woman's virtue is of no consequence. )

It's warmer here than at home right now, though. Lucky that.

I don't really know. I can't say I've had much opportunity to find out.

[Given her husband's preferences, it wasn't as if she had much experience in coupling. Her position didn't allow much freedom. This world seemingly encouraged it.]

So you feel no need for a bedmate?

Not now. I had someone. It...I miss her. She's gone now.

( That isn't the whole of the story but anything about Daenerys is too raw to talk about to anyone other than Rhaenyra, who shares his Targaryen blood and can understood why and how he loved the woman he had. )

I will do what I must to survive and I may take pleasure in it but my heart might have gone with her.

Im sorry.

[It's a pity. While she was raised not to expect love, her friends had someone. One lost her lover on the journey to the North. Loss she could empathize with.]

You may yet warm to another here?

It is possible. You can find love more than once in your life. I managed to do it and consider myself lucky for it. You said that you were married - was it a love match?

( He doesn't wish the sadness of separation on her but knowing love is something everyone deserves. )

[It's a fair question in light of the conversation. She envies the freedom he grants himself, never having the strength to break out of her own imposed system. Love twice, it is remarkable.

He is remarkable.]

No. It was arranged by a matchmaker. I consider myself lucky that he's my friend and ally. It's enough, I think.

I wasn't raised for love.

Many people aren't in my home either. Sometimes you can find it in a friend and ally and sometimes you can't. You're lucky, though, to have that.

( Jon is still sad for her but not the way he's sad for Sansa, who has never known love in a marriage and only pain in one. )

This place seems to encourage one sort of love.

We have a mutual understanding of our limitations and we both protect the other from...trouble regarding it.

[That protection was invaluable to them both. For now, it was enough.]

How do you...are you brave enough to try that love?

I've been with women before. It's something both people should enjoy, if you're doing it the right way. I guess it's easier for me because I don't have to worry about a child.

( Jon falls quiet for a moment. He normally would never talk about these things with a lady and he guesses it's the strangeness of the drink and this place that makes it easier for him to do it. )

You don't have to be in love for it but it's better if you are.

You fear having a child? [It's an interesting confession. To be honest, she has her own fears regarding that, but hadn't thought to be concerned here. Children were never mentioned by their hosts. One would assume that they are safe. Regardless, she will take precautions.]

Caring, I hope will be enough. I wish I could make this easier for you.

[For all of them.]

My mother died in childbirth, my lady. I wouldn't want that for anyone I cared enough about to be with so aye, I am afraid of having a child. I think it's a wonderful thing to have one but then every action you take after it means you have to be more cautious because you have someone else to think about.

( Jon knows this makes him soft, to care so much about the duty of women, but he does and he'll accept being soft. )

I'm glad I have no one to worry about having left behind.

I'm sorry. It's a dark path to carry a child, one full of illness and death. My mother had several children in rapid succession. I was fortunate she lived, but I hardly saw her. Her pregnancy left her preoccupied.

[She doesn't think less of him, but admire his tenderness towards a woman he might wed one day.]

No one? No one at all?

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