Nafi taught Horus a fun new skill set; despite the blushing we think he had a good time at boom boom school and we’re sure he’ll rise to the challenge for the good of the Tribe.
Atta boy Horus.
Kumya made faces into Hatasu’s maidenly flower (okay, probably not so maidenly), but was interrupted before he got close enough for a good whiff (even tho he swears he didn’t want a whiff).
It’s just as well, because it totally wasn’t what it looked like ok.
Deshret woobled in and out of consciousness, but finally came around in time to snark at her baby daddy, only to get some pretty sad news about actual baby 😦
The popular thought on this is that Sabit stole the baby and has her stashed somewhere, but we’re not sure if that’s actually a good thing O.o
Lime count: 18
It was officially official; Mosi did not wish to be a Vampire Temple Guardian any longer.
Perhaps it was the prolonged solitude in the company of the least engaging individual alive (animated-deceased?), or perhaps it was simply his desire to see his mother once more.
Er, and his sisters as well, naturally!
Mosi could not deny that some form of ensorcellment had been plaguing him since the turning ritual, but he was beginning to feel more like himself, of late.
‘It must have run its course,’ he frowned, considering the implications, ‘perhaps that would make an interesting case study at some point.’
However, the young vampire found himself wandering idly through the rooms, unable to focus; there would be no case studies until he could pull himself together again.
He counted the books on the shelves (one fewer than yesterday; Anubis must be reading in his chamber).
He counted the number of heartbeats on the Temple grounds above (two more than normal, they must have supplicants today).
He even counted the stones on the floor (exactly the same number as yesterday, but that was to be expected).
‘Perhaps my companion is feeling more sociable than usual,’ a laughable thought, but Mosi found his feet carrying him in the direction of Anubis’s chamber, nonetheless.
“It is afternoon.”
“Ah, yes, of course, my mistake,” Mosi searched for something else to speak on, and his eyes settled over the mysterious portrait he had never yet quite worked up the courage to address.
“May I ask about the subject of this portrait?”
Gah! He realised immediately that he should not have offered the other man an opportunity to refuse.
“You may not.”
See? There it was; infuriating.
“My apologies for the intrusion on your privacy, but she looks astoundingly familiar.” It was, at least, a genuine observation! There was just something about the woman’s nose…
Mosi frowned, considering his options, but the sound of an erratic heartbeat drew his attention toward the entry of their common room.
“I think one of the Priestesses is coming down here…” any visitor was a welcome distraction in Mosi’s estimation.
‘I wonder if she knows how to play checkers!’
Anubis stood immediately, “no, that is not one of the Priestesses.”
The younger man had only a short moment to be suitably impressed at the older vampire’s ability to distinguish between people’s heartbeats (and also very disappointed at his evaporated dream of having a checkers partner), before he was subjected to a particularly spectacular shock.
“Well? Can you do something about it?”
“It was very careless of the pair of you to let this happen, you know; I had thought I taught you better.”
Even after all these centuries, the older witch’s disapproval struck a nerve…
…especially for her eldest fosterling.
“Yes, thank you, Sabit, that’s very helpful,” groused Primrose.
“Though, I suppose when you set yourselves up in a cosy little hamlet such as this, it is easy to become lackadaisical and careless,” continued the older witch, “your senses begin to dull from the absence of stimulation, like a fat, domestic, lap dog–”
Primrose sucked in a deep breath, no doubt some sharp retort on her lips, but Bella reached over quickly and pinched her arm.
“We’ve certainly learned a few valuable lessons over the past few weeks, yes,” the ginger witch tried very hard to sound contrite, “but please Sabit, can you help the poor girl?”
“Why are you two so invested in this human?” Asked the older witch, “you know it would be much simpler to dispose of her.”
“We–” Prim paused, “–we care for this human.”
“Yes,” Bella agreed quickly, “she was born and raised here, she was friends with our–” the rest refused to come out over the unexpected lump in her throat.
“She was Oly’s closest friend, Sabit,” the green-haired witch supplied, “and she’s a very sweet girl; she does not deserve this.”
“And the fetus?”
“To be spared, if possible.”
Their tutor studied them for a moment, “extraordinary.”
Bella felt Primrose tense up, once more, and quickly spoke. “Will you help her or no?”
“Yes, I will help her,” it was as though a great tension was swept out of the room with the declaration, “it is a simple thing, actually, I’m surprised neither of you could figure it out.”
“Well, perhaps I’m not truly surprised; Primrose, be a dear and fetch some towels please,” she sighed, “humans are so very messy.”
“Okay little mister dirtybooty! Time for a baaath!”
‘Ack! No! Woman! Desist! Me and Spud are in the middle of some intense plotting here!’
It was no use though; bath time was not negotiable in the Hill household.
‘Enjoy your submersion, Dreamwalker.’
‘Whoa, did you see that?’ That couldn’t be a good.
‘Something is happening,’ the Gatekeeper declared like the Captain Obvious that he was.
‘Yeah, no shit Sherlock, but wha–‘
“Wha-what’s happening,” Selene’s face went as white as a sheet.
“Oh snap, you can see that?”
The weirdness was bleeding out into every damn where in a big hurry.
“Oh my Goddess, Ollie! You can talk!”
“Holy fuck, I can talk!”
Selene gasped, “OLIVER HILL! Where did you learn that word?!”
‘We must go immediately.’
“Dude, we can’t just leave her here–”
‘She will find her way, it’s yourself you should be worried about, Dreamwalker.’
“Wait–I know you…”
“Lena, there’s legit no one there, come on! The doggo says we gotta scoot–”
‘Let her stay, there isn’t time.’
‘This is her dream, when it unravels she will wake up,’ the Gatekeeper’s voice was bit on the panicky side, ‘but you will not, do you understand? We need to reach a gateway immediately.’
Whoa, there was whole levels to this dream crap that Oly still didn’t know about; Cousin P was gettin’ an earful about the lack of info when they got out.
If they got out.
‘Come, once we’re clear of the corruption, I will be able to transform and carry you; it will be swifter that way.’
“You mean like, a pony?”
Oly suppressed a shiver; maybe it was the thrill of being outside without a coat on.
Or maybe it was coming face to face with the backyard gate, because the backyard gate was majorly out of bounds.
“Wait son, you forgot to put your coat on!”
“I knew I was gonna catch shit for that!”
‘Ignore it, it is the wail of a dying dream trying to pull you back in.’
“Yeah, no worries, ain’t no dream pullin’ my anthing,” Oly gave the Gatekeeper a moment to lol over the double entendre, but no dice, “sooo, like three minutes ago you were all in a massive hurry, and now we’re just standing here shootin’ the shit?”
‘We must wait for the corruption to spread to the gateway; once it has been weakened I will be able to carry you through…’
“Ahh, gotcha! Well I’m ready whenever you are; suck my tiny wiener dream prison!”
‘It is not sentient, your taunts go unnoticed.’
‘But perhaps it would be prudent for you to mount me now, the spread seems to be excelerating.’
“Hehehe, you said mou–”
“Has anyone ever called you a stick in the mud before?”
‘Not that I can recall.’
Turns out giant dream spaniels were more slippery than Oly had anticipated.
‘Hurry, Dreamwalker, it is nearly upon us.’
“Look, you try climbing mount Spudmore in rubber boots when you’re not even tall enough to clock your face on a doorknob.”
But in the end, they managed to make it work just as the edges of the corruption began to lap at the sides of the gate.
‘Hold on tightly, this will be…bumpy.’
“Heh, sooo does this mean I’m taking a ride…doggy style?”
‘Don’t make it weird.’
Hahaha, silly Gatekeeper Spud: Oly makes everything weird (it’s what Olys do).
Man, a lot of women on tables recently eh? Ah well, maybe it’ll start a trend. Wait. NVM, that could go somewhere kind of dark 👀 abort.
Sooo, 3 chapters left 😱 (where does the time go?) until we reach Gen 4; it’s actually difficult to decide where one generation end and another begins, as one tend to bleed over into another, but eh, that’s when we’re going to start getting PoVs from the Gen 4 kiddos, so it works.
In the mean time, here’s something we don’t see a lot: