“Yes! This is the best one so far, I’m sure Quinnie will love it.” Luminara decreed jovially as obvious satisfaction spread through her features while examining the sock she’d just finished sewing.
“It’s good, just like the previous hundred pairs you’d made…” Malakar murmured under his breath, but he was cruelly ignored.
“Lumi, what do you think of this shirt?” Mearie asked while holding a shirt up for the first elf to observe. The elven primordial mother solely focused on mastering the art of crafting socks, but the human primordial mother decided to focus on all other areas, not trusting mortal women to make good enough clothes for her child. Well, to be fair, she wouldn’t trust them even if they were immortal.
“I like it, the color goes well with the pair I have in mind for my next creation.” She nodded in response.
The three of them sat together at the edge of the floating land where Quinlan had originally arrived, where Malakar was ‘fishing’ – also known as throwing his fishing line into the empty air and pretending to fish just to get away from these two women since they drove him to near insanity with their desperation that stemmed from the millions of years they spent without having a baby to pamper.
Since their adopted son’s arrival, they became bearable again though he still would’ve preferred to fish alone, but since this was where their son landed they were adamant about waiting for him here. As for why he didn’t move away?
It was his spot. One doesn’t simply surrender their territory due to discomfort caused by trespassers. That would be a sign of softness. A man can’t be soft, or so the father of humanity thought.
They were suddenly brought out of their thoughts when the space itself rippled and then split open. A fissure tore through the fabric of reality. The tear didn’t just randomly appear – someone forced its way in, generating a brutal wound in the dimension’s very essence.
The area around the fissure convulsed. Colors stretched toward the tear like they were being sucked in.
The tear then began to widen and despite the dimension doing its best to close the fissure, to expel the unwanted intruder, something, or rather someone more powerful forced it to open from outside. Then, an entity stepped through. In mere seconds the entity was through. The opened hole immediately began to close as the threads of reality pulled back together.
This place was Thalorind’s primordials’ sole dominion, meaning no one had the right to enter, but gods could still force their entry by using such a forceful method made possible by utilizing their divinity.
The two mothers instantly stirred with a great deal of hope evident in their features, though when they saw that it was not Quinlan but just a divine entity they sighed dejectedly and went back to continue their handiwork.
The newcomer was not deterred by their antics and they made their way to the trio. Since they were sitting on the edge with Mearie in the middle, the newcomer elected to sit down in front of all of them – on the air. They crossed one leg over the other as they plopped down.
The two mothers were a bit hurt due to their disappointment of the newcomer not being their baby so they didn’t feel like offering their welcomes, but at least Malakar had the decorum to do so.
“Greetings, Goddess.”
The newcomer smiled brightly at him before gently shaking her head, “you can call me by my name, Malakar.
“…” He was a bit reluctant to do so, but in the end did as told. “Lilyanna.”
She happily nodded and offered her greetings in return. “Good to see you, Malakar, Luminara, Mearie. It’s been a while. How have you been?”
“As good as can be.” The man grunted before elbowing Mearie to snap the woman out of her childish tantrum. He failed, for she refused to open her mouth. “Excuse these two, they are sulking…” He murmured with disbelief that he had to say this line to the Goddess.
“It’s all good! Sometimes I’m sad too.” She accepted his words without a second thought.
“How have you been, Lilyanna?” Malakar asked to steer the conversation.
“Hmm…” She began thinking deeply about her answer as if he’d asked something serious that needed a great deal of inner deliberation. She even started to fiddle around with her fingers.
The Goddess then gasped as she found her answer. “Ah! I’ve been good, but there’s a big deal! The newborn is seriously a horrible primordial being! I’d been watching him closely throughout his time in Thalorind and he is a complete menace to society! I should smite him down. Hmph.” She finished her reply by crossing her hands across her chest and scoffing with her head turned to the sides.
Malakar gulped and nervously glanced to the side but before he could speak up what he feared would happen, happened.
“Hey, bitch.” Mearie growled.
“What did you just say?” Followed by Luminara.
“Shut your trap…”
“Before we do it for you.”
The two women hissed their venomous words at Lilyanna in perfect teamwork.
“Huh?!” She yelped in complete shock. The Goddess had never seen anyone show so much animosity towards her, especially for no good reason at that! “W-what do you mean?!”
“Exactly what we said.” Luminara answered, but Mearie felt it better to add another threat. She really didn’t like what this woman had just said about her baby. “If you dare make a move against Quinnie I’ll pin you down and lay waste to your misbehaving behind.”
Whether she could achieve such a feat was doubtful at best, at least if the Goddess fought back properly, but that was not the issue. The dark, menacing eyes of hers glared at the woman, telling her wordlessly that Mearie would do everything in her power to make her promise come true.
Lilyanna was so flabbergasted that she couldn’t even mount an answer. She simply opened and closed her delicate lips but no sound came from her throat.
Malakar stepped up to the plate to enlighten her. “These two adopted Quinlan as their son, so your threatening to smite him down made their motherly protective instincts flare, please forgive them. They didn’t mean it.”
“We. meant. every. single. word.” Luminara decreed.