A couple knocks tapped on the door of Norton’s cabin.  “Nephew, I’m coming in.” The door opened and came in Norton’s supposed Aunt, Thalya, a worried look creased her rather beautiful yet serene face, her amber eyes flashing with concern for him.<br/><br/>“How are you feeling?  Still having the same nightmare?”<br/><br/>She strode to him and gave the young Lightbearer a loving hug.  “You know that I’m always here for you.  Just confide anything to your loving aunt here, and I mean anything.”<br/><br/>Thalya remembered the dark and horrible day that befell Latun, when Tenebrax manifested himself during the festival of the Winter Solstice, gloating triumphantly over a defeat and being violated goddess, Lux – a sight which plunged the city into chaos and madness, and overshadowed the world into eternal twilight.  She was supposed to be there to find leads in to her nephew, the Lightbearer, only to witness first-hand the dark prophesy that was foretold, through her communing with unearthly powers, to come into fruition.  Thalya would have fled like many others as the city was being overrun by evil creatures, servants and minions to Tenebrax, who were raping and killing anyone or anything indiscriminately, had she not noticed the a sliver of light from the corner of her vision.  Was her eye playing tricks with her?  All she saw was a young man, in priestly attire, wading through the sea of darkness and death, and for some reason her intuition told to go to him, to assist him, to protect him…<br/><br/>Her grasp for Norton tightened, pulling him closer to her and lower his head onto her ample breasts, while her hands seemly caressing his strong, firm back.  Upon sensing her nephew’s reluctance, and embarrassment, Thalya let him go, allowing him to breathe after smothering him into her bosom.  The former hermit gave out a heartily laugh.<br/><br/>“I was just fooling with you, nephew, to brighten up the mood, yours especially.  We can’t have the crew seeing you all serious and gloomy.” She clasped Norton’s shoulder and sized him up.  “But I must admit, you've grown to be the strong and handsome man I expected you to be.  Much like your parents..."  She then quickly changed the subject.  "Well then, shall we go out?” she said, putting on a jolly front.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Arcana</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2015-02-19 18:06:28, rikka (uid: 42423) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=72569)</div></div>