Praise the Song of the Siren

[Mira Cavataio]

Dathomir, centuries before now

There was a certain chill in the air. There was something, a stench of death and a feeling of ending. Even before she opened her eyes, Mira had felt it in her dreams. It should have frightened her, but there was nothing inside her now, but devotion. The Optivus Res could not feel anything but the need for her goddess. The very distance from her tightened her throat, and filled her mind with fog. She wasn't an empty vessel, far from it. Mira was still made of flesh and blood and she still needed to satisfy her basic and primal needs. But the pull to her deity overcame all of them now. No longer could Mira think of herself first.

Today was different though. When she rose to her feet, her mind was filled with the voice of her goddess: My Optivus Res... As the heretics continue to reject all that is perfect, I, your Goddess call on my Optivus Res to show all what true devotion to Me gains. Shed all that is material and flesh from your existence. From the destruction, I will give you new life, My Optivus Res. A testament of her devotion and love for her goddess had to be made. And as much Mira craved to be near Petra, she could deny her nothing. So a sacrifice would be made.

The Cavataio female summoned her favorite slaves, among them her most precious of all, Cale, to come to her room when the sun was the highest on the sky. And when they arrived, Mira waited for them in a light cloth, petting her familiar, her snake Echis. A total of ten slaves arrived, eight of them members of the cult. The last two females were favored pets, but not yet marked with the symbol.

"Welcome, dearest. The Goddess asks for a gift and we will be rewarded," she said sweetly and moved to the side, revealing a piece of cloth on her table. Removing it, a dagger was revealed to the. A single gasp came to her ears once all had seen what it was. She picked it up, showing no reaction to the gasp and looked at them. "Sacrifices must be made." It was as simple as that in her mind. But when one began to protest, her beloved Cale was quick to hold her, bring her forth. When she still didn't accept the dagger willingly, Mira whispered to her familiar and it launched itself at the unwilling victim. After that, one by one took the offered weapon and chose their death. In the end, there was just her and Cale left.

"Will there truly be a reward?" Mira heard him ask and smiled softy, giving him a gentle kiss before whispering against his lips: “For me.” A moment later, she sunk the blade into his abdomen, a single tear falling down the tear as he watched her in horror. He was special to her, more so than any of the other bodies laid around the room. If they lived in another world, where Mira was not Mira, she would have pleaded her goddess to spare her most favored. But this Mira knew that this was the price. The sacrifice of her most favored. And the most favored of them had been Cale.

Slowly he slid from her arms, the blade still with him. Mira looked down on him, her head tilting. There was a pinch of emotion, perceived by another tear that followed the first. He was gone, his face expression remaining. He didn’t judge her but he expected more from what they felt about each other. Except, Mira was not herself anymore. The old Mira would have felt far more pain for what had been done but the purpose was said, the goddess had to be served. Lowering her head, she kissed the top of Echis’ head and frowned. One was missing. One so loved could not be given, sacrificed. His behavior had surprised her more so than anyone’s, when he too had surrendered himself to the goddess, same as she did.

The familiar hissed against her cheek. “Ssshh, soon my dearest,” Mira quietly told her and walked over to her bed. Through the Force, she sent two thoughts. One had been to her twin brother, a message without words. She sent him her love but also the disappointment she felt from him not coming to her. Then she sent one for to her goddess, this one possessing words: ‘For you, my goddess,’ the words flew out into the galaxy as she lay on the bed and whispered again to the snake, holding it out to her neck. The familiar sunk its teeth into her tanned skin, the poison coursing through her body.

She shook as the pain followed the poison before the Siren of the Void exhaled her last breath.

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[Petra Cavataio]

Centuries ago

“Here are the samples, Goddess.” A lab coat technician stated to Petra as he placed small case of filled with vials of blood. Petra simply smile as she picked one vial. The samples were her grandchildren from her daughter, Lauda. The twins were the first of her grandchildren to be clone like the children of her had been. They got the honor because they were Optivus Res with in her cult. It gave special treatment to them.

Petra was about to make a remark; however another tech brought her a vat for what she planned to do with the samples. The delivery changed the direction that Petra was going with. An idea popped up so it had to be done. Once the vials were empty and the vat had a good mixing, one vial was refilled from the vat. It was placed in a machine for genetic analysis.

Days went by as data was collected. The end result gave her ideas what to do. The results gave her one that led to the cleaning of the blood line. Engineering a cleaner genetic makeup of her grandchildren was important to her. Genetic species markers outside of her own were removed, and it continued to go more extreme on the genetic manipulation. The clones made from the sample would appear like her grandchildren.

They were Optivus Res and they earned the right to be even more genetically closer to their deity after all. So clones were made with the purer version of their genetic makeup. Petra also decided to make options for herself. That idea would allow her to restore her Optivus to any age she desired.

Years Later
Petra had her cult moving forward until unrest formed by outsiders. Jedi and those like them were trying to prevent her growth any more. This led her to seek a servant of one of her Optivus Res. The two spoke of the future and how the cult would be if the fighting kept going. For the reward the seer got was cure from her curse, it meant death which Petra did quickly. However, a mark was given to the seer that was similar to Petra’s Optivus Res. Then samples were collected from the dead seer.

Clones of the seer were made and tested. Petra wanted to if the seer’s curse was going to transfer over to the clones. It did not at all appeared which made her happy. Once that was achieved, plans went to the next phase. Petra told her Optivus Res to show all what true devotion was. Of course, she know how to bring them back from death. It would the others that would not get the chance like her Optivus Res would get. This had to be part of the plan. It was too bad her children did not get the same guarantee.

Present Day
Unlike the last two defrost children, Petra decided an Optivus Res was needed now. The last child has been working out, but she needed more devoted person for the job she had in mind. She was back down in her stronghold. New body from storage had been brought out and set to release it from carbon-freeze. It was her daughter’s child. One of them that was Lauda and most loyal Optivus Res, Mira.

Petra did not have to worry about having a difficult time pulling Mira back like it was with Lauda. The mark that was given to Optivus Res was one from a Sith spell that she used to link them. That was what she was going to pull on. Chanting the same spell like before, focusing and letting all others fade away. Petra began her search through the force for the link to Mira.

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Mira's hereafter

Last moments before her death had been of pain, her last breath exhaled with tremendous effort. But once it had been taken, her spirit flew out into the unknown, liberated from the flesh that had once held her. The Force enveloped her entire body and pulled her into nothingness where Mira find only the cold. Beyond life was emptiness, longing and more pain. In time, it was lessened by the presence of her mother but for so long, Mira felt incomplete.

And then when he arrived, she felt whole again. For without Mirus, Mira was not complete. They were one. Even in the beyond, their souls sought each other out but it wasn't long lasting, as he was slipped from her grasp and vanished again. The loneliness filled her again and remained...

Present day

She felt a distant whisper reach out to her. Her heart, aching for closeness suddenly didn't feel so alone anymore. Something was calling her away from where she was. Mira did nothing but instead, the whisper pulled her away. Through the nothingness, she traveled until the whisper suddenly became clear and her entire being reached ahead, wanting to speed up the process. She was being summoned by her Goddess.

It felt so long, her journey back but before she knew it, Mira inhaled deep, her lungs demanding air. Her eyes opened instantly, seeing darkness and light before her. My Goddess..., her mind had called out with all the strong it could muster but her lips barely parted without a single sound coming out.

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[Petra Cavataio]

[member="Mira Cavataio]
[U]Setting: Pre-Netherworld Event[/U]

Petra prepared the altar with Mira’s purified body. It was purified on a genetic level as the body was cloned using Petra’s genetics. Her DNA was manipulated to make the clone body appear as a younger version of her Optivus Res. If their bodies were destroyed, the idea that death would not be an end for them since they were special had told on multiple accounts. Also, one cannot discount how the woman was vain enough to do this. It was the period that everything was always about her.

First thing she checked was the mark over Mira’s heart on her chest that there was [URL="https://k.nickpic.host/vcnavj.png"]the symbol of her cult[/URL]. It was to appear more as a birthmark, and function as the physical brand of the spell that linked the two from the sith spell she cast so long ago. Then added the collar Petra first gave to Mira when she became one of her Optivus around Mira's neck. Then words left Petra’s lips in a whisper, “Ut aditum mihi mortuorum evocare inferis.” While speaking her whispered words three times, she had cut her hand with the sharp end of her rancor claw saber. With her blood, Dathomirian symbols were painted on the girl.

That was the start. Petra sat down at the head of the altar with Mira’s head resting in her lap. The last drops of her blood were used to draw the cult symbol on the forehead. Cupping her hand right over the mark, she began to chant in two tongues. Her ancient Sith words were laced with Paecean. Her focus deepened the longer she chanted the words of magic. The plan was to reach into the depths of the force and rip her Mira out of there.

There was no movement from her but the words she said aloud. Hours rolled by without end in sight. She dug deep into the force as each word in Sith and Paecean left her lips. The marks would make it easier, but the veil was strong since it had to hold the living and dead apart. However, this was worth it in Petra’s mind. Even, “Jaa’nu Mira ku mi” slipped into the spell while on the search.

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Her sould sought shape, her spirit was inhaled like a breath into a body and her essense given form. Mira could feel a warmth that cam with the presence as the loneliness vanished as if it was never there. Where the soul had been alone, the body was with the one who could fill her heart and mind with such ease. Her head moved ever so slightly and she felt the presence on her neck and almost instantly, she recognized the fabric against her skin as she inhaled another breathe, feeling it touch against the flesh. Eyes fluttered shut as the voice spoke clearly. "Dea," she managed a weak breath, startled by the voice that didn't fully sound familiar.

Then finally, her eyes began to open with her gaze shifting upward. The presence at her side had been already there and yet when she saw the face above her, her heart filled with joy once again. "Dea!" Mira called again, attempting to move but everything felt unfamiliar and foreign. Her spirit had been free for so long. She was aware of time to an extent, she realized yet the thought fleated as she watched to the face that captured her attention, staring up at the Goddess as if she hadn't seen her in an eternity... as she hadn't.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Once her Mira was found and brought back with a violent pull through the force, Petra was happy to Mira’s voice. The summoning had better results than Lauda. Plus being called Goddess was sweet words from her favorite song. Lifting her right hand from Mira’s forehead, it came down and tenderly caress the girl’s cheek. A tone that is never really heard came from Petra as she looked down with glee. “Relax, Jaa… no need to move just yet. Let yourself get used to the body.”

Petra kept Mira’s head in her lap. Fingers caressing the cheek continued, “Focus on the moment here.” It was her intent to keep Mira calm and relax. That was important for right now. She did not need the spell be counted from panic and shock. However, she did need to move from sitting there for as long as she did make her legs hurt. Slowly lifting Mira’s head up, her legs moved to the side, and allowed her to gently rest Mira’s head on the altar. Then she stood up.

Leaning down, a tender kiss was placed on the girl’s forehead. Then she moved back up to look down with a smile. “How does it feel to be awake, Jaa?”

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

There was a tenderness in Dea's touch, calming and centering Mira with an ease very few ever had the possibility of doing. She was safe and happy, even when she was aware of the distance and time from old reality. Her chocolate gaze tried to focus on the Dea as an image flashed through her mind. Will there truly be a reward? For me. The memory made her blink, eyes trying to focus on her Dea even harder as she shivered, Cale's face flashed through her mine. "Dea?" Mira found herself asking, seeking guidance in her voice.

Her memories were hazy, the images in her mind were confusing. Not everything had come to the surface immediately. Her hand moved slowly, trying to reach her mind, her head was starting to hurt. It was his voice going into it, his words ringing true in her head. Focus on the moment here, she heard the Goddess tell her, her eyes trying their hardest to keep watching her. "Save me, Dea," she muttered, "your words... help," she managed out, with no more than a whisper as memories invaded her mind. She had killed. It felt so real now. Her brain seemed to process backward.

How did it feel to be awake? She blinked. Straniero... Differente." Mira wasn't aware of the fact she was speaking in two different languages, all the words sounded the same in her head. It was strange and different to her. Each time her eyes refocused on her Goddess but her eyelids were blinking without any will and in the moments of darkness, her brain was recalculating memories, trying to make sense of everything. Where was she? When was she? Why had Mirus abandoned her? Where was her La'Ca? Her Dea was here. "Dea...", she muttered again, willingly drawing her attention to the one person who could calm her, who could keep her focused.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

If this was the first time bring a soul back, then there would be some concern. However, Petra did wait for this moment to bring Mira back. So, the failures of the first and so on would not impair the restoration of her favorite. Moving her hands, they rested upon the symbols on Mira’s chest and forehead. Then lovingly added, “Yes my Jaa’nu, your Dea is here to save you… do relax, let the moment of now drift into the next and only focus on me.”

Petra softly spoke in several tongues for a spell. Her mind focusing on her precious’s mind. Soft purple shades of ichor started to crawl up the sides of the altar and Petra. It slowly moved to her hands. Like a dripping faucet, her hands and symbols were the points for the ichor to seep into the waking woman. The old witch Goddess wanted nothing more than the spell to calm the mind and help order it.

There was no desire to have a repeat like with Fabula and Lauda. Only one other came out as desire and she was not going to be the last. That how important it was to Petra to make sure only perfection was done to Mira. As she felt the spell root and it runs on the back burner of her mind, warmer and caring words where given. “Keep on relaxing, you are home, Jaa… I know this state of awareness and feelings are new, but you are fine… just let your mind rest and you continue to be safe with me.”

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

...your Dea... here to save you... let the moment of now drift into the next... only focus on me...

There was power in those words, a magic that siped into her veins with such ease that made her obey. Her Dea commanded, her mind began to focus. Cale in her mind lost voice first and began to fade from her vision as Petra's vision became clearer in her head. "Dea," Mira muttered as her eyelids closed willingly just as they did when she bowed. She thought she was bowing, in her mind, she was but, in reality, she'd still been lying down even if she wasn't fully aware of the body she was in now. There was just a foreign feeling around her soul still.

Mira wasn't aware of the spell taking root but she felt her soul draw closer to her Goddess which she easily assumed was part of their connection from so long ago. She heard more instructions as her eyes opened, focusing back on Petra again. ...keep on relaxing... the words continued to drop into her consciousness. ...you are home, Jaa,... Home. What was home? "You are home." The thought presented itself with such as ease as she continued to watch. Petra claimed she understood the state of awareness and feelings that were not but she was fine. Mira trusted her words without asking how. Someone else would have asked, an Optivus Res didn't. The Goddess knew best. Her voice was already taking effect as it should have.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Hands slowly moved upwards from Mira. The purple ichor rose with her to keep the connection between the two. It stretched while Petra’s hand lifted higher up. The ichor disappeared only when she turned her palms towards each other. This sent the mist back into Mira’s body. The spell continued to do its ordering. The cult symbols pulsed the glowing purple where the ichor had entered. It was working to ensure mind would put to rest and not reject Mira. This had to be done like how Petra did with the ichor. Doing any other way was out of the question due to risk or long-term effect. The mist slide from the sides of Mira.

If there was a moment, event, or situation one would see Petra actually be caring and gentle, this was the time to watch. Petra’s hands moved under Mira’s head and back. Using them for support, she helped move Mira up to a sitting up position. The hand from Mira’s head slid down to rub her back. “It is all over, Mira… no more time spent among the dead.”

Arms moved around Mira to pull her in closely. Holding her Optivus Res tenderly, lovingly but curiously asked, “What does my Mira remember before seeing me here?”

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Some spots on her body grew warmer as Dea's hands moved above her. The feeling was intoxicating, making her inhale sharply as her minds cleared. Images and voices fell more into place and became clear. She could see memories more clearly now. Cale, she had taken his life for her Goddess. He wasn't the only one whose life she had taken but he was her favorite of the slaves she'd taken. Other than Mirus, he'd been the only male she had ever developed such feelings for. He was the last she had seen though and in the great scheme that was Mira Cavataio's life, he was the most important either. He was just the last she remembered in that life...

With the clarity, his face left her mind though, placed in her memories where he belonged. Mira's mind arrived into the present completely, more aware of everything around her, of the skin she was wearing. It felt young and different. As the Dea spoke, she said it was over. No more time to spend among the dead, she'd told her. "Grazie, Dea," she responded within seconds, as the thought filled her mind. She had died for the Goddess and now she had been retired. Because the Goddess kept her promises.

Then, an odd question was asked. What did she remember before seeing her? Mira blinked and thought back. She remembered her precious Echis taking the lives of the slaves, remembered her last thoughts. One for Mirus, with love and disappointment and one for her Dea. For you, my Goddess," she spoke as she recalled the telepathic message she had sent before raising her hand slowly, moving against her skin before reaching the edge of her neck, searching for the bite marks she had ordered Echis to give her. "Echis bit me, I died," Mira recalled, fingers still touching at her neck though no mark was there now.

Her thoughts becoming clearer, she remembered a single thought her soul knew. "Mirus. He didn't stay with me. Did you grant him life, Dea? Is he here?" Her mind was clear but as her eyes diverted away as if he was going to be there. Mirus belonged here, at the side of their Goddess and her side. He belonged nowhere else but at their side.

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[Petra Cavataio]

Petra was please that the recall did not send her over the edge. The spell had worked but the memories brought a question. One of those you try to ignore or deflect. Still Petra had faith in her Mira holding it together. Taking a breath, she lovingly told Mira the details. “Mirus is no more… His being is completely destroyed. When I had you offer your life to me, I was killing the rest of the families from my blood. I kept Mirus alive to serve until all of it was handled. Turns out, some hid and take longer. Mirus lost a fight and transferred into another body. That cut the bounds that tie us together. He realized that he had to hide too. Centuries went by until I found him and made him for his sins.”

Placing a kiss on Mira’s forward, “Even though that waste is gone… I can deny the help he was, but it is the last actions of the person like the Optivus Res that matters. He failed to earn life unlike you Mira. My favorite of the Optivus Res… so loyal and devoted. Thus I got something better for you. Also it is slightly improved too. Like to see it?”

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Mirus was no more, she heard and blinked, realizing suddenly how calm she was at the moment. Inside her, a fire was borning, a scream was ready to unleash but on the outside, Mira was calm and not a single one of her emotions were truly threatening to erupt to the surface. His being is completely destroyed. Her soul screamed. She was angry with him, betrayed. Ever since he had rejected her. And then leaving her in the Netherworld, all by herself. It broke her heart, angered her. He'd made a mistake. For all the love Mira felt for Mirus, she was angry with him still, wanted to punish him for what he'd done for her. Once had been enough, the second time had been a crime on her soul.

The Goddess continued, pulling her out of her thoughts. She spoke of killing their family when she had Mira offer her life to her. She had kept Mirus alive to serve her until it was handled but Mirus lost a fight and transferred to a different body which cut his bonds to their Goddess. Traitor, the thought had passed through her quickly. Not only had he betrayed her, he had betrayed their Goddess. He hid from the Goddess until she had found him, centuries passing. "Traitor," she voiced.

A kiss was left on her forehead, sending a warmth through her body, to her soul. He was a waste, and he was gone. He failed to earn his life unlike her. Her favorite of the Optivus Res, loyal and devoted, her heart sang a beautiful tune to those words, a praise like no other. She was devoted and she was loyal. Mira gave her life and her favorite of slaves to her Goddess without hesitation and she was ready to do it again in a heartbeat.

She got something better for her, improved. Would she like to see? "Sí, Dea," Mira answered. She wanted to see.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[Petra Cavataio]

There was a little worry about how this would turn out. The surprise was the first, it was the experiment that led to Fabula, Lauda, and Mira return to the land of the living. So there were rough edges to the item. She did a lot to it. The insanity was unique, but it hindered everything that was going to be needed now. In the end, it had been a few years, and the surprise had been handling everything well.

Petra smiled as she snapped her fingers. Then commanded, "Sweetie, come out and say hello."

Then slowly from outside of the circle, Petra had made, La'Ca walked up to Petra's side not hiding an inch of herself from the other set of eyes. She did not look her old way as Petra had messed with the removal of Decuir bloodline from the body. The new body that did not have the markings that drove her insane. Those are the shadow pieces that follow where ever she goes. Petra spoke up as her hand went up to rub La'Ca's head. "My Mira... this one is why you can be here. You should thank this little one that you knew as La'Ca."

La'Ca quietly stood in place, nuzzling Petra's hand. Every mark that she had in her past life was there. Plus, she had a new marking that was Petra's mark and placed like Mira on her chest over the heart. Because La'Ca's focus was more on Petra, she did not notice Mira. Even to La'Ca, Petra's Optivus Res looked different from the past.

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

At the words spoken away after the fingers snapping, her head turned slightly to the side to catch the female approaching. The first thing she noticed was the brand on her flesh, same as hers. Mira didn't have to look to see if the Optivus Res was on the body or not, it was branded into her soul either way. Slowly, she had watched the female as she approached, nuzzling the offered hand as the Goddess spoke.

The girl was the reason why she was here now, the one she should have thanked... the one she knew as La'Ca. Her mouth drew a sharp breath. With the Goddess at her side, her senses weren't reaching forward, focused still on the deity. However, as Petra said La'Ca, Mira found herself reaching for the female through the Force, touching at her soul to find her.

"La...," she muttered, body slightly moving, willing herself to move as hand left her own flesh, reaching out for the previous girl. She remembered, she didn't need explanations or words. She looked different yet watching her now, it felt like she knew her like she had known it was here.

[member="Petra Cavataio"]

 

[La'Ca Cavataio]

One of the biggest smiles La’Ca had in her lives was on display. Memories of Mira when they were kids to the last time she saw Mira before the end came. Both were different in the physical form for different reasons, and their new bodies were stunning. However, La only saw the Mira the way she knew her entire life. Seeing the soul and light of the woman that she was her best friend and sister, her own family exiled her many times and hated her. It was why she was loyal to Petra to no end, and when the dark days were coming, she told Petra the details.

Now the new Dharma known as La’Ca was exposed with Mira touching her soul back. It pulled her closer to the other. Hands slid over Mira’s hips and longed her lower back, pulling her in closely. Arms wrapped around. She hugged Mira tightly. Planted a kiss on the woman’s cheek before whispering. “Welcome back, Mira… I have been waiting for some time for my reward, and now you are here.”

Mira was La’Ca reward for being a test subject for Petra to use. Poor girl could not tell anyone how many times she died and was brought back to adjust her body to ensure perfect seer without being the same way as the old Dharma. The world was so different now in her eyes, but she now had Mira to share it with.

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Petra decided to let the two have a moment before moving on. She observed and let herself relax. The two have been apart for a long time, but she knew they would have years together. So she took the time to think over the list of children that were left. Each one had their pluses and minuses. However, she did want them brought back altered to ensure they were more like her Mira. That one was a beautifully crafted piece of art. The things she learned from La’Ca, she had applied and perfected it. There could be a chance that her family is given a fresh start with the risk of the past repeating.

[member="Mira Cavataio"]

 

[Mira Cavataio]

Hand outstretched towards the other girl though her body was still adjusting to her commands now. Mira was thankful as La'Ca came to her, hands moving around her, pulling her to her. With the help given, she slowly set up, her own hands finding La's sides, drawing her closer before she was hugged. She felt the kiss to her cheek, a burning sensation, a longing with her body pressing towards the girl she loved.

Mira was always more physical. She lovely very rarely. Though that she loved though, she loved with her entire soul. La'Ca was one of those very rare individuals in the galaxy who had that from Mira. And her love for her was tenfold and strong. La whispered to her. She had been waiting for her reward. Mira's head lowered into her neck, inhaling for a moment, familiarizing herself with the body that was as foreign to her as her own. She knew her though. She was her La'Ca even if she was somehow different. Her soul, it sang a slightly different melody than it used to. It was still here.

"Mine," she whispered before kissing her neck. With the presence of the Goddess and La'Ca, Mira felt more comfortable in her new skin, more herself in the body that wasn't her own. "Always mine," she continued, fingers moving, discovering unfamiliar territory over familiar presence. Touching her made her remember moments of their time. She remembered the girl and the teenager. She remembered them together and her La's marriage to the other woman. None of it mattered, La was hers.

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[La'Ca Cavataio]

Holding onto Mira, La’Ca did not want to release. It was a moment she had been waiting for several life times it felt like. Cooing softly to warm sensations of her Mira’s fingers exploring her body to refamiliarize with the new body. Then came those words. Sweet music that sent chills of delight through all her nervous. A moan slipped from her lips.

The Dharma of old was there all there in sense that everything in the room had Dharma there. It was just that La’Ca had pieces that Petra had picked to fill the body and left rest as shards to float around La’Ca. They were shards of Dharma. Everything that ever happen to the witch was there. La’Ca could simply probe for details.

This was done to keep the woman in the present and not twisted in a crazy reality where everything talked to her at once. If she was to be there for Mira, then La’Ca needed this done. It still kept her as seer, but she had to do it differently.

Petra cleared her throat. That reminded La’Ca what she need to show Mira next. Although she did not want to release from Mira, their Goddess was there and there were orders before hand. So she broke the embrace they had going to turn around. Lifting the back of her shirt above her shoulders, La’Ca showed off a new brand that covered her back. Happily explained, “The property mark of Mistress Mira Cavataio… another gift from Goddess.”

 

[Petra Cavataio]

Petra finally really did something. She spoke up while La’Ca was showing off the brand. “I thought it was a mark that fits my Mira perfectly… and this one is special besides being on your first slave. I made sure I cast a spell in blood and souls as I marked La’Ca. It is a spell to ensure you never have to question her about loyalty or love. This one shields the slave’s mind from all influences that aren’t her own making. So if this one misbehaves or is perfect, it is actually all on her, and not my influence like other slaves might have.”

The witch walked over so that La’Ca could see her. The simple point at the floor to command La’Ca down to her knees at Mira’s feet so Petra could continue talking to Mira. “A pure mind and soul that is all yours, my Optivus Res… now for such rewards, you have a lot to live up to in your role. I know I could do this all now because you have yet failed me. You may work on getting your slave numbers up, but remember, the cult will need converts, and you need to study to become even stronger. These are simple start for my best Optivus Res.”

[member=Mira Cavataio]