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..ATAVISTIC..

(adj.) Relating to feelings or ideas that people had in a distant past.
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Mature content ahead! Read at your risk.

"Off the way you creepers!"

Mordana yelled at her novices who were moving not much better than a tortoise. Her roars earned a quirky glance and respect. But they noticed none as they moved ahead and away.

It was past evening and it marked the commencing of silent hours in the diaries of Narngons. Wiping through the buzzes and rushes of the day, which felt like some slated to never stop eternity, they paraded towards their chambers in their tired pace.

The women were ecstatic as they were chosen by their goddess. Rumbling tornados and guzzling whirls of delight and daintiness had been filling their once desolate nerves. But, they were worried if they would triumph this task in a deserving way. They never hummed about what they were informed. It was never needed as the three were the same when they wander drifted.

They knew it was their last day here in the Narngons of Aetherth after when they would have to leave for a purpose. The one that their supreme mother had entrusted them to. The one that is still a stained maze for these ancient moths to explore.

After some feeble strides, they stood in front of their fence. Mordana placed her palm over the opal that was fitted into the oxidised iron so did Serephina on the ruby one. Eir stood merely lost like a deep ocean without rays of warmth. Mordana sighed and then a golden palm did merge out of thin air which stroked the amethyst. After that, the door opened ajar. Once done they entered while something deterred Eir.

"Sloth! Get in. Let's freshen up and do what must be done." Mordana sounded more commanding.

"I want to clean up," Eir spoke with a weary gape.

"Enter in and then you can. Whether cleaned nor smelly you are always a sloth." Serephina's words made them both titter and their titters crashed a wrong chord on the target.

"Enough! Messy bullshit mess! I'm done for this life," Eir screamed than keeping the grace. She was mentally elsewhere and avoided their eyes to keep her hidden.

"What's it? Are you unwell?" Mordana raised her palms to examine which was held taut by those swaying golden palms that were following Eir's thoughts.

"Oh! You won't speak yet can command this thing that's mine?" Mordana stated while trying to ebb but the palms didn't allow her to.

"Do you want me to burn this?" Serephina asked while her eyes glanced at those dusty fingers.

"I know what to do." Stating that Mordana waved her black inked nail beds over those aureate ones. Sooner that it fled from where it does belong. After some fractions, Eir looked up that revealed the tears chasing her storms.

"Just nothing! Get off my way," she said promptly while entering into their curing cocoon.

"Whatever!" With that Mordana secured the door. They both perpetrated to their after academy freshening chores.

Eir sat still saturated in her thoughts while her eyes were fixed on the night sky. It was a mellifluous sight. A day less full moon was shining amidst the velvety black brine with scattered glowing comets like the glow bugs amidst the dark forest floors. This serene site was not soothing her izles of agony. Under the beam of fullness, she was becoming a stale scintilla.

Mordana whistled to capture Serephina's attention who was parching her fierce rubricate locks. She oriented her gleaming blood crystal balls towards the amethyst child. She went near her and held her shoulders firmly in concern. Eir dissolved in her glimpse of warmth. Pooling tears etched with sour resurfacing recollections did wet Serephina's tender palms.

"I'm sorry Sere! I have brought you guys into this. It's really hard. I am sorry." Eir blurted out while her breaths fell simply short.

Mordana sat beside her on the other side. Together she and Serephina squeezed Eir in a caressing hug.

"Wither off! It's ok to wane. There is no need for you to be sorry when we know what's hurting you," Serephina affirmed.

"She is just a woman of respect in Narngons and just keep it up like that," Mordana added.

"Maybe she's a divine novice of the priestess yet she is a cimmerian. My worst nightmare!" Eir declared coldly.

"Call the calm! It's just tomorrow and then we would be going to Earth Eir!" Serephina exclaimed enthusiastically.

"I don't wish to see that cranky woman tomorrow. It's maddening me. It brings back what I try to reserve for my abyss. Shit, I'm breaking for that narcissistic noir," Eir chided herself.

"Get stronger you punk! We are something better than what we were yesterday." Mordana diverted her.

"How?" Eir implored with her blurring orbs that could still focus her glares through the clear tears.

"Ahem! So the tale is..."

"Tale! Again? Oh please! Should it always be you and your ale or you and your filthy tale." Eir choked her with parody.

"So my job is done! The normal Eir is back." Mordana pinched her howling cheeks.

"Aye aye captain! You got me back," Eir remarked while her lips flared up.

"So..." Mordana dragged.

"So what?" Eir voiced while Serephina reflected the anxiety.

"Let's party! Woohoo!" Mordana screeched like a mad ape.

"But why?" Eir polled again.

"Oh, Ms Messy Curie Queen. Do you remember that this would be our last day at Narngons? Maybe we might return soon but a party is ought to occur! Our short send off bachelors night!" Mordana alleged her craving joy. Eir pressed her lips and stroked her frontal.

"Yes, a party is for partying!" Serephina straightened her stooping self and brimmed in elation.

"Oh! I love you Sere. Finally, I have one soul who understands me. Put some sense into her," Mordana growled while knocking on Eir's forehead.

"Already Euphoric? So we need no ale I guess. Without ale, a party is too much fun!" Eir wink bothered them much.

They both looked at each other and fixed their gaze on Eir absolutely.

"Strict sloth! Grow up." they mocked her in unison.

"That signifies we are up to the party strictly!" Eir remarked.

"Yes oh, godess yes! Finally!" Mordana gripped her hands happily.

"That means we would be out of the senses for some ample candle melts we would be lost in ecstatic exhilaration?" Eir clenched them right.

"Maybe or not! Are your wonderless queries done? Can't wait to dance like a mad bug!" Serephina conveyed her momentum.

"Ok then, let's pack the things and indulge in the antique style of pooling booze. Better?" Eir's words killed their pounding heart with a burning rip. Their jaws dropped in astray.

"Sere, can I please hit her once? Just a shot and that's all. Eir! You deserve no fun. Such a stringent string. You are stinking and you do the stuffing that kills time. Party is my priority. Getting it from your captain?" Stating that she walked to fetch her mugs from her overstuffed yet organized mahogany bounded translucent rack.

"This is a divine intervention and you still seek little things? Poor you. I wonder why she chose you?" Eir chastised her while she went to fetch her satchels.

"Ok! Let's do these concurrently. Isn't it Mordana?" Serephina asked as she waved her hands like a falling leaf in the voiceless breeze. After a brief thought, the others knew what she meant.

"Sere! My saviour. Bless thee, child. Now I know what I must do." With that, she wriggled her palms and enunciated,

'Congrieo tryft palmonsae'
(Congregate the palm)

The more paired aureate palms emerged. She closed her eyes and directed them to do their stints. Once she visualised what to be taken inside the satchels, they began their job. Then she poured three mugs of ale and ensembled the musical instruments to play an upbeat melody.

When the palms and psalm loaded the air with perspective, Mordana and Serephina drenched every drip of their blooming and old blood with the cold and trancing ale and wines lavishly. Eir reclined in the cushioned satin vulture carved couch and rested back while tipping her fingers in the mugs. She kept track of what's going in and out of their satchels and watched her friend's clumsy cranky moves to the tunes filling the vacuum around them.

"You don't need them?" Mordana asked surprisingly.

"Guess so, get me some pepo tea. I'm all set," Eir replied while handling her mug to Mordana.

"Too good for a good girl! At times it's better to be a mad bad thing." Mordana grinned ear to ear while watching the mug to gulp it on a single shot.

With that, she clutched an empty palm that was moving in air to command,

'Warm some pepo tea for this thin summer pumpkin." Those hands struggled to move in confusion.

"That's the common tongue. Mora, you are a way too tipsy," Serephina spoke through her kid giggles while turning in her knitting limbs.

"Aye! I know, I'm the captain," Mordana said coyly. Serephina embarrassed her with her blows of chuckles and patted her hands on her back.

"It's ok Mora I can get it myself," Eir said while relishing their drama of intoxicated intolerance. She made her way through their clumsy moves and placed her pitcher over the air hanging flame that she made with a snuggle.

"Bravo move Eir!" Serephina added while straightening her webbed legs toxic-cautiously.

"Eir! Why do you hate ale?" Mordana asked while gulping some amber frothy sizzles down her gut.

"They bring back some bad memories. Like the mud out of the disturbed waters. Call it health cautioned," Eir answered quietly.

"What is it?" She queried while rolling herself on the mattress.

"Already tired? Or reviving?" Eir tried to avoid the road.

"Stay focussed, don't leap. Why would you avoid ale?" Mordana enjoyed her definitive decibel.

Eir kept it simple with a smile and stirred her boiling tea that spooked its whispers to the boozing atmosphere.

"If not this then tell me this. Why would you hate your mom? People speak that she is involved in your father's death. Theories differ but only you know the truth." Serephina threw up and wiped her lips quickly.

Those words of hers were enough to stride the tears that were shut with strain at the back of Eir's lashed lids.

"Stop it, Mora. That's off the limit. Just sleep or do whatever except asking some uncomfortable questions. This is a party!" Serephina chided her and pulled off her mug.

"I want to puke now!" Mordana resisted her.

"Get up and go," Serephina added in her cold slurping tone.

"No! Not that. I wanna puke words. Make this moment wordy. Silence is nauseating," Mordana snickered in a sense deducted pace.

"That's enough and now clean up the puke. Close your silly slum and sleep. Good that you are on your bed." She made her lay down and wrapped her inside the thick covers to keep her out of the chilling night winds.

While Serephina was handling it Eir picked her pot and dribbled her tea on the flipping flame. She snatched the mug from Serephina's hand and poured the ale from the container and sipped it all up like a thirst struck lad amidst the barren airs. She then guzzled the complete container until it was emptied and fell onto the floor and mewled querulously.

"It's ok Eir! Calm down. Just she is too much off." Serephina tried to reason out.

"Yet the truth is what she said. It was a cruor."

Eir's words fell like rumbled on their ears. All these years she would avoid it. They considered it her decision and called it off rather than intruding on it. Now her words froze everything that was normal.

"Really? Like seriously?" Mordana jumped out of her bed in awe.

"Yes, I remember that too well. To clear to ever haze. She tried to coax me that he died of injuries. I know he was harmed in that hilarious fight he had with some miscreant. That made my mom have him her way." Eir continued when she heard no response from them.

"He was a family man, a caring dad and a genuine husband. He kept stressing himself with that sermon's eye, his special ability. He was proud of it but we never knew his disimmune would make it rot him. Some nights he would get up and shout at my mom. He would hurt him and try to jump down the porch. He would slaughter some rodents, call her his whore and pay her on their compassionate counters. She was fighting his madness until someday he tried to kill me with his rapier while I was asleep. So one night while they were immersed in a loveless sync she spelt him to clasp her lips and to him, it tasted like the Ater Mel." Eir paused to catch hold of her revealing breath.

"She made her saliva the venom? How cool!" Mordana exclaimed.

"Silly, but yes. Then I heard his shouts for life and then I saw him bleed all his blood. His coughs, his tears, his sweat everything was fuilech and rusty filth. I thudded the door but could, fortunately, open the windows to see her kiss him more and him spilling out his blood. He tried to push her yet he failed. She let him fail. I stood there as a little crap. Frenzied and frozen battling my hurricanes. Then she chose to be a diviner. A perfect excuse to trash me. Later we never spoke about anything informal. That's it." With that, she wiped her vaporising tears while Serephina cried for her.

"I'm so sorry for your loss but how could she conceal that?" Mordana inquired. Serephina shot her brows with a glare towards Mordana.

"Just she did some sealing and reversed it back. But what's done is done. Now we have different lives. Thanks to my dad, he taught me about that when I was four years and then I saw him die because of that three years later. Maybe it was his destiny." Eir wiped Serephina's tears.

"Must have been hard," Serephina consoled her.

"Just a practical class which is a nightmare then. Now that I had let it out it would be better." Saying it, she held Serephina's palm in a trusting hold.

Mordana came up with other containers of ale that she had prepared in her bizarre way. She poured it out and gave it to them that made Eir wig wag at it and her.

"It won't work!" Eir recollected.

"Our reserves are done. Just drink it and sleep. It will help us get up on time." Mordana sounded sensible.

Without delaying it they drank it all till their heart's content and curled huddling on the ground. The vague winds enveloped them and all that filled the vacuum was their silent dreams and irregular snores.

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•..Glossary..•

Pepo: A Latin word for pumpkin.
Ater: A Latin word for gloom and dark.
Mel: A Latin word for honey.
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.Ø. What do you guys think of Eir's emotions? Any empathy or sympathy
Do you stand for or against Kenna? Was she right?

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🦋..Yaris.🦋