OOC = For ease of use I will add a color to this post.<strong>Bold</strong>text will be Lunari,<em>Italics</em>are Nirael's speech (that you typed out in IM) and<strong>purple bold </strong>will be speech from Nilari.<br/><div class="floatright"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">NSFW Changeling form Lunari</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/1gYadMT.jpg)<br/>Lunari</div></div></div><br/><br/><br/>Lunari slid the robe from her form and stood, curvier than her mother in the dimly lit room, but did not step into the circle, standing quietly and watching her mother and her lover in the circle.   As Nirael entered the circle, Nilari, completely skyclad save her holy symbol gestured for him to stand in the center of the circle.  Then slowly she walked about him, her eyes critical, her loose hair creating a soft white curtain around her shoulders and breasts.  Finally she spoke,<strong>"Nirael, you have claimed the virginity of someone that I love deeply and I would know of you.  Tell me your full name, and tell me of your parents, that I may know them through your words."</strong><br/><br/>Nirael drew a long breath and spoke with serious tone of voice, having anticipated a question like this but not finding himself enjoying the thought of exposing all that he was, but finding it necessary to share.<em>"I am known as Nirael, and that is my true name, but I used to be Nirael Naeron back before I set on the road. I have not used my family name in a long time, after I set out, for I wasn't certain how my relatives would feel about my use of the arts of Eros Mage. My mother was a kind and caring woman, a woman from a family of four sisters, who was the oldest and the most patient among them." He paused momentarily, seeming to consider his words a bit warily. "My father in turn was a scoundrel. A wanderer who had his charms but also a rather carefree attitude towards things."</em>He shook his head head slightly at the time.<em>"Erinna Naeron was a kind woman but she felt betrayed when my father left town and leaving her with a swollen stomach. She wasn't pleased, but she had enjoyed their moments even though he had told her he could not stay, a wanderlust calling him to the road. The name Nirafal lead to my naming in similar form. He was a human, or so my mother thought at the time. In complete truth, he was a changeling, and a follower of Shoni. My mother respected Shoni's ways too, and I was brought up in them too before I began to show signs of my father's gift, and the curse he carried.. that of wanderlust... but my wandering for most part has come to a rest for now, feeling I -belong- in my present company more than on the road."</em><br/><br/>A gasp of surprise issued from Lunari, behind Nirael when he mentioned that his father was a changeling, and Nilari's eyes snapped over Nirael's shoulder, but she said nothing to her daughter.  Her stern gaze centered back on Nirael and she smiled, a satisfied smile and nodded her head.  Planting her feet in a powerful stance she put her hands on her hips and looked him up and down.<strong>"I'll admit, I did not expect such open honesty.  To admit changeling blood is a risky thing, as shape shifters often are looked at with fear at worst and suspicion at best.  By Lunari's reaction, I see that she had no idea, but I suspect that you are not surprised that I did.  Your open honest, and given so quickly goes a long way to endear you to me, and gain my trust.  It must mean a lot for you to have volunteered it.  But I wish to ask you further questions before I pass my judgement" </strong>She stepped closer, only a few feet from him now and her voice was less critical as she reached out and ran a hand down his chest,<strong>"Our people do not follow Shoni, but we are very sensual and sexual people and believe that the act of passion is it's own type of dance that can be dedicated to our goddess.  When you lay with Lunari, did you offer your actions up to your goddess in thanks?"</strong><br/><br/>Thinking on it a moment, he spoke a little embarrassed but choosing to be honest.<em>"I thank Shoni in my thoughts but I thanked Lunari even more. I considered the occasion one for which I am grateful to her rather than Shoni. While I respect Shoni and praise her for her aid in my life, I believe what happened between me and Lunari was between the two of us. Yet I did thank both of the beautiful women in my thoughts, and I know this: Later on, when fighting had grown fierce, I used one of the blessings I have received as an Eros mage to infuse some of the magic from that passion to help heal Lunari a little bit after our encounter with the dead-men at your borders. So, I would have to say even I am not sure. I was grateful in those moments but the blissful haze after the passion's dance has left me without a complete answer, without complete certainty. I believe I thanked both Lunari and Shoni, but in my eyes it was more between Lunari and myself than between us and the Goddess.. though I feel a bit hopeful she approved given that I was allowed to use the gift to aid her in turn. A gift I could not use without having pursued pleasures earlier that same day." </em>He looked at her a bit silent, wondering what Nilari might say, what she was thinking. Worrying about what Lunari was thinking as well, but answering as honest as he could to the inquiry they presented.<br/><br/>Nilari nodded her head,<strong> "and you accept Lunari even though she has secrets from you, the way she has obviously accepted you, despite the rather large secret you kept from her?"</strong><br/><br/><em>"I accept Lunari fully, though I feared that this revelation would eventually cause harm to her trust. I found myself roaming wild and yet without a purpose. I hoped to prove myself worthy of trust that when I had to come clean with this, she would not judge me as I have been judged in the past for actions such as those my father chose to take." </em>He bowed his head slightly.<em>"I will accept any secrets she may keep, they are hers to keep or share as she chooses. I hope she understand and forgives me for what I hoped to keep from her a bit longer yet out of worry, but I admit it was selfish of me to not wish to reveal this earlier."</em>He looked at Nilari seriously but hoped that Lunari would not reject him after these revelations when her turn came.<br/><br/>Nilari nodded her head,<strong> "and I've invited you to stay in my home, under my care and protection while you prepare for your quest.  But in our culture when a woman invites a man to stay in her home, and they are not family, there is a silent understanding of carnal interest.  Does such an arrangement suit you, or would you rather find lodging at the inn?"</strong><br/><br/>Nirael drew a short breath and spoke seriously.<em> "I do not see shame in sharing of pleasures, but I would listen to Lunari's opinion on these things. I admit I have found myself resorting to her judgement a bit more in things after meeting her, though I admit I have a fair share of desires of my own."</em>He smiled a bit jokingly, letting out a chuckle.<em>"I will admit being a touch shameless in pursuing pleasures in my past, but since meeting with Lunari and then Mara, I've sought to keep such desires within our small group rather than flirting with every charming person I come across." </em><br/><br/>Nilari ran her hand across Nirael’s naked chest and he noticed now, even in the very dim light, how tight and hard her dark nipples were.  He became aware of how close she was standing and how her smaller, more compact breasts heaved with every breath on her athletic frame.  The only thing she wore, her silver and black pendant of Eilistraee moving up and down between the cleft of her firm orbs in time with her breath.  Her eyes, glowing very dimly, looked up at him with their deep violet gaze as her hand traveled down his chest.  Along the human form to run across his abdomen until it grazed along his manhood.  Feather light the strong fingers brushed along it, caressing the head for a moment before her grip changed and she took the shaft into her hand.  Gently squeezing it and stroking it lightly, then releasing it to let her hand travel lower and cup his testicles.  She smiled at him and said,<strong>“Well then I think it is time to hear from Lunari.  Step outside of the circle and remain silent.  Oh, and I told you to expose yourself fully, drop your guise and stand quietly as you truly appear.”</strong><br/><br/>Then with that, she gently turned him and released his testicles, a light two fingered push onto his chest, urging him back out of the circle.  The moon lit windows to his back now, he could see Lunari better on the other side of the circle, her face a confusing mix of emotions, her body softer and fuller than her mother’s.  Yet the elvish people did not age the same as humans or changelings.  If a human had no experience with the elven people, one would swear they were sisters, so ageless they both looked.  So full of life and prime in beauty and form, they could easily be a match in beauty for any human woman just preparing to enter her twentieth year of age.  Nirael knew of course from conversations with the younger elf, that Lunari had only seen nineteen years come and go, but he didn’t know how old her mother was.  In any regard, Nilari appeared as young and beautiful as her daughter, though of a different look.  Yet despite the more lean, muscular physique, the smaller breasts, the more predatory stance, he could see the familial resemblance between the two.  Something in the angle of their eyes, the shape of their jaw, and the way they bore themselves suggested more than racial similarity, but one of blood.<br/><br/>Nilari waited for Nirael to shift from his human guise into his natural, pale skinned changeling form, one he oh so rarely wore.  Only then would she nod, satisfied and turn to face Lunari.  This giving Nirael a view of the elder elf’s well toned thighs and perfectly sculpted buttocks, with just enough fat on the muscle to give it a pleasing curve.<br/><br/><strong>“Step forwards Lunari, and be prepared to answer,” </strong>she said to her daughter.<br/><br/>Lunari took one hesitating step forwards, then strode to the center of the circle.  Her eyes flickering back and forth between Nirael and her mother.  She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, causing her full rounded breasts, tight and firm with youth, to heave upwards for a moment.  Then she nodded her head, signaling she was ready.  Nilari continued her soft circling, walking around her daughter as Lunari looked forwards, her eyes glancing up and down at Nirael’s true changeling form.<br/><br/>Nilari began her questioning and moved closer, allowing her fingers to graze her daughter’s bare shoulder, brushing the snowy white locks away as she asked,<strong>“You have answered many of my questions on the short trip here to the village, but now you must answer questions concerning this man, and truths that he may not know.  I want you to start regarding the incident with the ghouls this morning.  You were affected by their touch, yet any who knows of the elven people know we are divinely blessed to resist such a corruption.  Explain why it is that you found the filthy touch of a ghoul locking your muscles until this man freed you with his magic.”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari’s face showed just a moment of panic, and for an instant she looked truly vulnerable and naked in a way that had nothing to do with her completely nude form.  But then she steeled her resolve and answered, “<strong>Because while the elven people are immune to the effect of ghouls, making them ideal for a defensive buffer against humans, I am not a full elf.”</strong><br/><br/>Nilari prodded Lunari in the small of her back with one finger, a silent admonishment to continue.<strong> “I am only half elf, my mother is a full blooded Eildari, but my father was… not.”</strong><br/><br/>Nilari let the half answer slide and circled again slowly, her fingers seeming never to stray far from Lunari’s skin or hair, lightly touching or caressing, “<strong>Tell me of Alher Wanderspirit then, and why you chose to defy my wishes and leave this village almost a year ago.”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari’s jaw was tight and she nodded,<strong>“I was confirmed as a full adult in the tribe on my 18th name day.  My life was to do with as I wished.  I chose to carry out my father’s wishes, as he trusted no one else to do so.  He explained that the magical shielding on the charm he carried would fade after his death.  That when it faded, the demon that held the other part to the artifact, would come looking for it.  He always told me that it was imperative that the artifact find the hands of it’s next owner, and that it not fall into the hands of the demon whose name I dare not invoke in full, but whom he called Marda.  I have only the lightest touch of the magical gift, barely enough to read his spell book and cast an orb of light into being, but it was enough to see, when he died almost two years ago, that the ward he’d placed on the artifact was failing.  So after I came of age, I took the artifact half and I fled.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Why, why did you flee when I told you that I wished you to remain, that the village would stand with you?” </strong>Her mother asked, placing her hands on her own hips defiantly, a slight tinge of anger in her voice.<br/><br/><strong>“Because Nilari, I did not know enough about the demon, nor who might be the next one to be able to bear and use the artifact.  I only knew that once the warding failed, it would be a signal fire in the night for the demon.  I wished only to protect the village, protect my people,”  </strong>her voice softened for a moment and she added,<strong>“protect you mother.  Our people have been dying out for hundreds of years, slowly, the tide of time is against us, and I did not think the Eildari could survive an assault by a powerful demon.  I dared not risk it, even if I lost my own life searching for… well, searching for Nirael, and even if the artifact fell into the demon’s hands, I knew my people would be safe for a few more generations at least.  That is why I felt I must ignore your wishes.  Just as you protect our clan from outside threats, I did what I thought was right to protect them, in my way.”</strong><br/><br/>As Lunari explained, Nilari’s expression and body language softened, she saw then, understood, why her daughter had left.  She closed and embraced the woman, their nude flesh pressing together, athletic woman holding tight to the curvier form.  She whispered something then, but Nirael’s ears couldn’t pick it out.  But when Nilari stepped away, there were unshed tears in Lunari’s eyes, but the smile on her face said they were tears of happiness, not pain or sadness.<br/><br/>Still Nilari continued, and this time as she circled, her hand never left her daughter’s skin for more than a moment or two,<strong>“You were gone for almost a year, why?”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari, her smile fading slightly answered,<strong>“At first my only thought was to get as far away from this place as possible.  But after a few weeks I realized that I may have left too soon.  My father’s warding was still in place, and while it was failing, it was failing slowly.  In the end, it took the better part of ten months before it faded finally.  Almost exactly two years to the day after he died.  But once that happened, the artifact began to point in different directions.  When the sun shone in the sky it pointed towards what I came to realize was the other half of the artifact.  But when the moon shone in the sky, it pointed towards it’s destiny, towards the man who could reunite and wield the artifact, towards Nirael.  I tracked him for five days, watching his every move, making sure that I was correct and he was not the demon.  During that time I saw nothing to suggest that he might be the demon.  But still I remained cautious and approached him, with a pilfered hand crossbow, ready to shoot should he react poorly.  But were he the demon, he would have done anything to get the artifact I believe.  So I decided to trust him and tell him the story.  He had to be the man of destiny that my father had spoken of.”</strong><br/><br/>Nilari stopped behind Lunari and let her hand slide down her sides, caressing the woman as if a lover might, but asked,<strong>“But you did not tell him the whole story did you?”  </strong>Lunari shook her head and Nilari asked,<strong>“What parts did you leave out?”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari sighed, and looked Nirael in the eyes, and it seemed as if she were addressing him directly and not her mother,<strong>“In the months while I waited, I had to do things.  I had many men offer to take care of me, but I did not have any desire to know the touch of flesh until I met him.  But ten months is a long time, and my particular skills come in very handy in a certain line of work.  I took jobs, was paid to kill men and women, silently and secretly.  I only took the jobs where I felt the target was bad and deserved it in some way.  But still, I am an assassin.  It was only when the warding on the artifact began to fade, and it began to show me two directions to travel in, one towards the demon, one towards Nirael, that I decided it was time to leave that life behind.  So it was on my last job, that I killed the head of the assassins guild in Port Voyalis.  I claimed his magical voidcloth as my own, and immediately began making my way towards Nirael.”</strong><br/><br/>Nilari hugged her daughter from behind, a caressing embrace that seemed overly sexual and not what any humans would consider appropriate for a mother and daughter, but more for a lover consoling another, and possibly offering pretext for a sexual encounter.  Especially when Nilari’s hands came upwards to caress the soft globes of Lunari’s breasts, her finger tips lightly rubbing against Lunari’s nipples, which seemed to grow firm, even in this dim light.  She said,<strong>“But that isn’t what I mean Lunari.  You didn’t tell him that you were only half elven, even though you look like a full Eildari.  Tell him now, show him, explain.  Do this and I will accept that both of you have passed the ritual with my approval, but only after you explain and only if he accepts you.”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari sighed, and a soft breath issued past her lips as her mother, stroking her nipples pinched them lightly.  She closed her eyes and nodded her head,<strong>“Very well, give me some room Nilari,”</strong>she said, and her mother released her now hardened nipples and stepped back, giving the younger woman some room.  She opened her eyes again and said,<strong>“My father Alher came to this village a little more than twenty years ago.  He said that he was a wanderer, that he had no desire to settle down.  But when he learned of our village's great need, and of the fact that he could live here and have a new woman every month if he so desired, he decided it was time to settle down.  I think he was getting older anyways and was tired of drifting.  But then he and my mother fell in love and they agreed to live together to raise the daughter that she carried, to raise me.  Of course he was not monogmous, such a concept is ridiculous to our people, and so I have half sibs, but I do not doubt that he loved my mother, even into the very last years of his life when he moved out of her home and began to work in his mystical workshop full time.  Several years before he’d begun to forsake all pleasures of the flesh, and it seemed that it was because he was growing old or ill, not because he didn’t desire it any longer.”</strong><br/><br/>She paused and Nilari, standing patiently behind her, but watching Nirael’s face asked,<strong>“You say it seemed as if he was growing old, could you not tell?”</strong><br/><br/>Lunari shook her head,<strong>“No, he always appeared as if he was a youthful human in his early to middle years, even right up until the last day he drew breath.”</strong><br/><br/><strong>“Why?”</strong>Nilari asked, even though it was obvious she knew the answer.<br/><strong><br/>“Because he was not a human.  He was a changeling and masked his own form, up until the very day of his death.  That is why I am half elf.  Though not half human, I am one half changeling.”</strong><br/><br/>With that, Lunari took a deep breath and focused.  Even in the dim light, Nirael could see her lavendar skin growing more and more pale.  The deep purple of her nipples losing color and going grey, and before him stood a woman much like his own natural form.  Still elven in shape, though maybe a bit more gaunt, but with pale grey skin and white hair that picked up the muted colors in the room.  Lunari too, like Nirael, was a changeling!  Now the two women stared at Nirael, watching for his reaction, now that the ceremony was over and the secrets were all revealed.<br/>