Lurue's Gift and the Blessing of Kiaya Fleur

Celestial / Cosmic

Kiaya Fleur's commissioned keep had been completed and the demands of Lurue had been met prior to the ceremony. Fleur would walk herself, Anya and Ava Trant, now three years, and five of her and her bannermen's most exquisite maiden mares, naked and untethered, to the grove under the midnight full moon.   The wisteria sat burnt and dead with a cavity running through its entire core, the broken blade and hilt she'd wielded covered with a spattering of mud and rust impaled at its base. The mares grew uneasy as the clouds parted and bathed the tree in its silvery glow.  

  The horses would leave her side and gather at the waters edge as the tree's blackened flesh would begin to regrow and its lustrous silver sheen shimmered in the moonlight as new leaves and branches began to sprout and bud and small rainbows danced through the air. While the moonstones bathed the entire grove in an ethereal pale-blue glow. And from the core of the tree as the tree grew tall and manifested a hollow two feet above the ground would cradle the weapon in its center. A solitary male Unicorn would emerge from the broken blade.   The horses nervousness would evaporate in the Unicorn's presence as, one by one, they would present their flank to him. He would press his horn to each of their bellies as they walked by.   The Unicorn would then cross the threshold of the water and approached Kiaya Fleur, staring at the naked women before pressing his horn to Fleur's and the twins' stomachs.  

The Unicorn's voice echoed through her head.

It turned back to the wisteria, newly grown and strong, a kaleidoscope of colors now dancing in the moonlight.

Fleur and the girls would see the Unicorn fading into back into the hollow and five mares before her with heavy, sagging bellies. Deeply moved by Lurue's gift, Fleur would declare the unnamed grove in her honor and her unnamed keep, Unicorn's Bastion.

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