Wesley's family's home was lovely. It definitely seemed like it belonged on the seaside port. As Ayane announced their arrival, another scantily clad woman came out of the house and tackled Wesley to the ground. Proper clothing was not something his family knew about, it seemed. Still, even that couldn't distract her from how stunning his mother was. She could see where Cassandra and Wesley got their looks from. She looked way too young, though, and she couldn't help but secretly wonder if she was a witch or something. Her antics reminded her greatly of her own father, and she couldn't help but smile a bit.

She has to say, though, her father definitely did not grope Wesley when he met him.

Nadeline let out a small gasp as her skirt was lifted, but as she attempted to pull it down she would grab her butt. And not just some quick little thing, it was full and lingering. When she thought the worst was over, however, she surprised her once again. She felt her breasts, lightly fondling them, and now Nadeline felt just a pang of regret. This must be how Emiri had felt anytime Nadeline felt particularly frisky. As Wesley's mother would give her approval, Nadeline felt somewhat violated. "[b]A...pleasure.[/b]" She replied, as if afraid her response would warrant another frisk.

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The trio listened, and once Jaakuna had finished, Mtra would speak. "[b]Let me tell you a little story or a tragic life, much like yours. Once there was a little girl who did not know her purpose in life. For most creatures, this thought does not come around until a much later age. One incident changed this: the destruction and utter obliteration of a small town called Senpal. You may or may not recognize the name. Despite its size, it was home to many a magicite mine. It was actually occupied by Archadia for many years despite being in Nabradia. One day, however, the people of Senpal decided to declare its independence from Archadia. How did the Emperor respond? By wiping it off the map.[/b]"

Ryua would chime in at this point. "[b]The people that had not fallen with their homes scattered themselves, though one thing was common: fear of the Empire. Out of a population of around eight thousand, only ten were confirmed survivors: five because they happened to have left to visit a neighboring village quite a distance away. The little girl was found underneath whatever remained of her house, comatose. It had been a miracle that she had survived. She was shipped off to Archadia, the very thing that she feared, for the only family she had left lived there. As the days went by, her fear turned into a seething hatred. She wanted revenge for her fallen mother father, she wanted to see the Empire burn to the ground in payment for her dead brother and sister.[/b]"

"[b]Like every other hume, she sought out power. Unlike every other hume, she realized that it was not enough. Nothing could be enough. No amount of power would bring her dead family back. But as the years rolled by, she realized that she was not alone. There were others like her, those who had lost everything. She gathered them with her, and sought to protect them from the rest of life's horrors. She did realize, however, that she was wrong in protecting them. They did not need to ask for an easier life, they needed the strength to endure a harder one. And so once again, she sought out power. She reached to the gods themselves, and to them proved her worth. They offered her power, and she declined it.[/b]"

"[b]She would discard her previous life and create her own army of sorts. She had connections in every country. Despite having such a large group they managed to stay discreet and would have sub divisions claiming to be different groups. They even managed to reach the royal families; each country would think they had their own group but the reality was that she was the one in charge of them all. That girl was now a powerful woman whose power was widely known and yet kept under traps. The stories have made her notorious--the Blue Rose, Shion of Nabradia.[/b]"

"[b]The fact that you faced her and lived is no small feat.[/b]" Aloa concluded the storytelling session. "[b]Like Shion, you have faced tragedy. Like Shion, you have realized that the power you sought is not what you need. What you need is true strength, the kind that no outside influence can give. She has yet to show her own power; in your battle she used outside resources.[/b]"

"[b]It may seem contradictory, but it isn't.[/b]" Ryua said. "[b]There's a difference between relying on something else's power and using an outside power. Once you get the difference, then you can know what strength and power are.[/b]"

"[b]But first, you must get rid of that poison in you.[/b]" Mtra wrinkled her nose at him. "[b]Zodiark's Mist is truly disgusting...[/b]"

Ryua finished Aloa's braid and the viera stood up. "[b]So then tell me, what is it that you wish to do?[/b]"