Avalora's Progress

HP 1 (WC 344)

Avalora had finally made the trip to Sakana's temple of blood. Though she hadn't met the priestess herself several others had jumped at assisting her, recognizing her similarities to Dioscuri. The whole thing had been a flurry of far too much attention for her tastes but it seemed to her that they were all reasonable enough folks. All she had to do was ask and the number of helpers dwindled to one who showed her around the large main chamber and then left her at the steps of Ichor's altar with a cushion.

And so that's where Ava sat. Legs tucked under herself, eyes closed, back ridged, and bathed in the colorful light that fell from the rainbow glass ceiling. She meditated with her sword across her lap and took in the ambiance. She focused on the low constant murmur of life that filled the temple. Occasionally laughter would ring out as a conversation got carried away. It wasn't still and quiet and rigid like Reinala's city and temple for Themis had been. Not as perfect, at least not in the usual sense. But it was warm, she decided in the quite of her mind. With it's fabric streamers, pools and colors and life. She felt content with the temple's atmosphere. 

She remained that way for a while before her eyes opened again. Her rainbow gaze slid to the massive cushion stage that the blob had indicated was Ichor's 'seat' should Ichor choose to take it. She wasn't sure how the goddess would take such a gesture. It was good, in her opinion, that they cared to honor her with all of this. But considering what she knew of Ichor's feelings about her influence over the lives of her blobs... she worried that it might be... too much? Regardless, it wasn't truly Avalora's place to assume on Ichor's behalf or impose on the choices of others. She'd leave them to it unless her goddess asked otherwise, and maybe visit more often to be sure they didn't do anything to harm Ichor's name.

HP 3 (WC 394)

The sound was liquid and covered her form. It roused an lulled in equal measure. Lapping at flesh and soaking her clothing as it consumed her body pulling her in. Pulling her under. As the liquid engulfed her, her lips parted. Blood slipped in the opening- thin and strangely flavorless. Like tainted water more than blood, but she knew without doubt that it was blood. Then the blood flavored itself iron as she sank to the bottom. Her eyes opened and red seeped out of her mouth into the watery blood around her.

The figure of a man shrouded in shadow stood above her. Kicked at her prone form but she didn't feel it. She was unmoved by it. Both emotionally and physically this shadow figure couldn't reach her. Then she was standing, floating a bit above the ground. The figure still kicked at the spot she had been as if he didn't notice. She drifted a moment, back and away. Until suddenly the shadow was gone and the land and sky reversed. Standing on nothing her legs still manage to drive her forward. What she ran towards she didn't know, but she seemed to be making progress as the sands above her shifted by rapidly.

Then she saw her. It had to be her. Who else could it be? There was no one else to look for. It had to be her. Avalora thundered across the sky delighted and reaching. She had found her. But then her small form flashed and instead of open arms it was an open toothy maw that screeched a horror into the air and rent flesh- but the blood wasn't hers. The bloodied maw laughed and said something without words. She understood it just the same. 

"Eat one of mine and I'll eat yours." It was not her blood...

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"DIOSCURI!" She had screamed the name mutely into the water as she woke thrashing and reaching for the godborn who wasn't there. The lady blob calmed quickly as the colored light and water filtered into her awareness. She remained under the water. Back tracking. Trying to remember what she was doing. Where she was... which was in the bottom of a pool in the temple of blood. She vaguely recalled drifting off after the soup. She was safe. And that... whatever that was, had been a dream.

Agil 1 (WC 223)

Another temple blob had approached her. This one was bipedal with a relatively strong looking build. He introduced himself as a guard of the temple and hoped that she might be willing to teach him something. Avalora was confused as she wasn't sure where he had gotten the idea that she could teach him anything. However, it was an honest request and perhaps they had something to learn from each other. 

The last time she had faced another blob- so much as jumping in Kali's way was facing her- she was barely able to deflect any of the other blob's attack. Some practice in that regard should do her well and if she could help the other blob work on his form then... all the better. And that was how Avalora found herself spending the better part of a number attempting to dodge attacks and correcting the other blob's form.

"Keep your knees bent while you swing, mobility is key. Lean into it and follow through." The stick he was using to practice swung at her again and she attempted another dodge to the side while keeping an eye on his form. This time though the makeshift weapon missed her, admittedly tender, shoulder and the two blobs exchanged a shared grin in the victory. They had both made progress this number.