I puked on Roux and Elwyn

You have emoted: "Let me know if you need anything, mm?" Arbre says sincerely to Lilly, but she doesn't wait for an answer, stepping forward and turning to face her sisters. Her tattoos glow brightly with no signs of cessation, but her face is completely pale. "Pit, can you still get the Bloom these days?" she questions, "does not feel like it, but I was vampire then."

Elwyn's eyes go to you, worry clear on her face. "I never got it," she replies.

Roux shakes her head in mute reply. "Are you truly feeling ill?" she questions, her face twisting into a frown.

Volmarion turns to you. "Is there something I can fetch you? A drink maybe? Anything?"

You have emoted: "Yes," Arbre says, leaning over and placing her hands on her knees again, "is this normal for breathers?" After a moment, she stands back up straight, her eyes flicking between Elwyn's and Roux's. "What the Pit is-" she begins complaining, then cuts herself off. She freezes, her eyes on Elwyn, a cold sweat on her body. "Fuck me..." she says in a whisper, her eyes wide.

Druid of the Looming Trees, Lilly, Heart of the Aureliana says, "Well then i will take my leave, i've got a few things to take care of."

"Farewell," Lilly says, with a quick wave of her hand.

Lilly prowls out to the west, moving like a jaguar.

Roux leans a bit as you does, watching the Azudim, her tail flicking in agitation behind her. "What?" she questions. "What is it?"

Elwyn watches you carefully, moving to place a hand on your arm. "Are you..." she trails off, her own eyes almost as wide as her sisters.

"Not a word," a hiss reiterates in your ear, calm but not exactly comforting. "This is ours alone, Cirtaleo."

You have emoted: "I'm pregnant," Arbre says in a small, terrified voice. With that verbalized, she leans forward hastily, her mouth open. Vomit spills out even as she's dropping to her knees, covering Roux and Elwyn's calves and feet before she manages to land on her own hands and knees. Her back arches up and then forcibly down as more comes up, her eyes watering from the effort, the mess in her hair and on her arms, her palms planted square in it. After the second retch, she breathes in and out heavily, calming herself.

Quietly, you say, "I feel better now..."

Roux is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, her soul safe until she returns to Aetolia.

Student of the Sacred Grove, Volmarion says, "I...think you shocked Roux too hard."

Elwyn grimaces, wrinkling her nose at the smell but she lowers herself closer to you. "You okay?" she asks, obviously disgusted by the vomit but she soldiers through it, keeping her gaze on you.

You have emoted: "Great," Arbre says in a hoarse voice. She slowly pushes herself to her feet and wipes her mouth off with her hand, which only succeeds in spreading the vomit and adding grass. "She is going to be pist with me for puking in Her temple," she says with a short laugh, "though She vomited in my pools, to be fair."

Volmarion rests back against one of the temporary trees, his eyes closed in relief as he murmurs, "Gods..."

Elwyn wrinkles her nose further, bringing a hand up to cover it a bit and making her voice muffled. "How?" she asks a bit stupidly. "I mean, I know how but...how?"

You have emoted: Arbre gives a nervous laugh, but doesn't answer. "It would be nice to go bathe," she says, "I will figure out how to clean this up next month."

Elwyn gives you a look but doesn't press further, glancing down at how wretched her sister looks. "Yes," she murmurs. "I bath would be nice." She drops her voice to a low mumble. "I never vomited on you."

You have emoted: Arbre raises her hand to her mouth and begins to laugh hysterically, tears beginning to run down her face before she bends over, gasping for breath.

Volmarion can't help but snicker softly as he watches on, staying wide of the puddle.

Elwyn just gapes at you. "It wasn't that funny," she murmurs lowly. "And I feel gross." She adds in a small whine.

(TOMGN): Elwyn says, "Are you keeping this secret for now?"

You have emoted: Arbre doesn't stop laughing, gasping in much needed breaths as she waves her hand at Volmarion, shaking her head. "Come on," she spurts out, "ride."

(TOMGN): You say, "Eheh ehehehe eheh yes. Sorry. Hehehehe."

You move about quickly and lose Student of the Sacred Grove, Volmarion.

A glittering, crystalline cavern. (City of Djeir.) (6838)
A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground.
There are no obvious exits.

You have emoted: Arbre walks straight over to the edge of the cold pool, dropping into it without hesitation, though she struggles to keep her head above water with the way she keeps laughing. A slight steam comes off her skin from the heat of her body, but the mess slowly begins to wash off of her.

Elwyn carefully removes her clothing before she joins you in the pool, keeping an eye on you and her hands disappear under the water, scrubbing vigorously at where the vomit touched her body.

You have emoted: Arbre slowly begins to calm, stripping her clothing off and letting them soak in the water. She treads over to the edge of the pool and begins to tug the braids out of her hair, pulling out the ribbons and beads to drop them to the side. "It was not Xavin," she says casually.

Finally satisfied with being clean, Elwyn treads a bit closer to you but decided to keep some distance from her. "I know," she says. "I know when he's been with someone else and you and he haven't been together even remotely recently for the child to be his. I also know you talked to him earlier." She falls quiet for several moments. "You know who the baby belongs to, don't you? But you are not going to tell us," she proclaims.

You have emoted: Arbre looks over to Elwyn, sadness filling her face. "She is mine," she responds, one hand holding the edge of the pool, the other lowering to touch her stomach, "for now, just mine."

Elwyn sucks in a soft breath. "Alright," she says. "How are you feeling? Physically and just in general."

You have emoted: "-Wonderful-, now that that is out of my system," Arbre says, a smile coming back to her face.

Elwyn gives a wry smile. "I imagine so," she says, leaning back against the pools edge. "That was throughly disgusting, I'll have you know." She closes her eyes, tilting her face upwards. "Just let me know if you feel sick again, I don't want to be vomited on again."

You have emoted: "Yeahhh," Arbre says awkwardly, "sorry about that."

Bringing a hand out of the water, Elwyn waves it, flickering water on your face. "It is fine, dear," she says dismissively. "What are sisters for, right? I do wonder how Roux will react to this news."

You have emoted: "She will be pist at me, I am sure," Arbre says. She takes a breath and lowers herself underwater to scrub at her hair roughly. The vomit comes out first, but it's followed by dirt and grass, signs of her life slowly releasing from her body. The water refracts the shine of her tattooing, lighting up the pool in a fiery glow.

Elwyn simply watches you as you cleanse herself and she hops up on the pools ledge, bringing her feet up to get out of the water completely.

You have emoted: Arbre comes up with a deep breath, grabbing her clothing out of the water and pushing herself up onto the side of the pool beside Elwyn. "Whelp," she says with enthusiasm, "that was exciting!"

"Terribly," Elwyn drawls, smiling a little. "I'm okay with this." She states this offhandedly, bringing her legs up and wrapping her arms around them. "You don't need my okay or anything. I'm happy for you if you are happy, is what I am trying to say. Even if you won't tell me the circumstances surrounding your pregnancy."

You have emoted: "Please do not ask me any more about it," Arbre says. She reaches down, pulling a kidskin pouch into her lap. She considers it for a long moment before shaking her hand to dry it off, then licking the very tip of her finger.

Elwyn's eyes fall to her hands but your movements don't escape her. "Should you do that?" she asks carefully.

You have emoted: "I really cannot see how any other moment is better," Arbre says, her voice reasonable, "I cannot imagine Raleha's dust to be harmful to me now."

Elwyn purses her lips. "Probably not," she says, eyes glancing at the pouch before going to her own hands. "It didn't seem very harmful. You know more about the stuff then I."

You have emoted: "It can be overwhelming," Arbre says, "but that is the worst of it." She pauses her actions, instead holding the pouch out to Elwyn, open, offering.

Elwyn hesitates a moment before licking her finger and dripping it into the pouch and she takes a small amount, bringing her finger to her mouth and sucking on it. The dust takes only moments to effect her, a smile on her face and her attention flits from this to that in the room, before landing back on you. "I almost want to ask for just a pinch of it," she says, rubbing her hands together for the feel of it.

You have emoted: "Slowly," Arbre says, bringing a kidskin pouch back to her lap, "you are Hers, and so maybe I will give you some. I would not give it to al-Akir. She does not deserve it."

You lick a finger and carefully dab the tip of it into the powder, collecting a thin layer of the precious commodity.
You take a fine opalescent powder from a kidskin pouch.

You have emoted: Arbre sticks her finger in her mouth, sucking the powder off.

Elwyn sways a little, dropping her voice to a whisper. "You probably shouldn't. I do not wish to use it for worship." She sucks in a small breath, obviously feeling everything around her and more. "Lin?"

You have emoted: "What else would it be for?" Arbre says, ignoring the second half of the question. She ties the pouch to her waist again and turns to face Elwyn. She pulls one leg up on the side of the pool, curling it in front of her and tucking her hands over her calf, her right leg dangling in the water. "What else is seeing like this but worship? Seeing the fire in all of life?"

Elwyn tires hard to focus on you and the words, easily distracted now. "You are right," she says firmly. "And you are being evasive but that is alright. I've learnt with you and even Roux, you will only tell me what you want. No good ever comes from trying to pry things from you."

You have emoted: "What am I being evasive about?" Arbre questions. Contrary to Elwyn, she's hyper focused, leaning forward to put her face right in Elwyn's, eyes wide open and dilated.

Elwyn blinks when you comes closer, focusing sharply on your face now. "Whatever you had with Lin," she says, her eyes, so like your own, slowly maps out your features as if committing to memory. "What are you planning to do about Xavin?"

You have emoted: "I had nothing with Lin," Arbre responds, "perhaps we could have, but I let her dust too soon, and now she wants only that, not me. She does not deserve more." She reaches up, grasping Elwyn's face and rubbing her thumbs hard over her cheeks. "And I will behave with him how I decided I want our relationship to be," she says, "we could be close friends, if he can behave like a friend. If not, we will not be. So everything depends on him now." She leans forward, placing her forehead against Elwyn's. "I told him to take a month to think before responding, before making promises. I think it was for the best."

Elwyn almost winces at the feel of your hand on her skin, overly sensitive to it and she trembles. "I had a long conversation with him myself," she says, obviously not caring enough about the other information now that she knows the basic's. "I believe he'll make the right choice in regards to you. I'm just happy a decision has been made, that you've made a choice." Her own hands come up, resting lightly on your shoulders.

You have emoted: "I think I have been being overly mean to him lately for not a good reason," Arbre says, her voice low as a whisper, "I could not figure out what was wrong, but I knew it had to do with him. It took me awhile to realize where my hostility was coming from. That I felt... violated, out of control."

"Violated?" Elwyn questions with a frown, letting her fingers trail over your shoulder gently and her eyes alight at the feel of your skin beneath her hands. "I worry about him but I think he will be okay with this. You were once his best friend, I think he just misses -you- and you know he can be with letting things go. I'm glad you gave him a bit of time, he can be stupid otherwise."

You have emoted: "We will see," Arbre says, finally releasing Elwyn's face, "I need to go now. It has been a rough month, and I could use a long nap."

"Of course, love," Elwyn says, leaning to kiss your cheek. "Rest well, you will need it."