"Is this really the best option?" Tia sighed.
"Well, it's the only way we're going to have a reason to spend time with her." Leslia chided.
"But... my body has never seen by anyone but me and the purification priestess..." Nona sighed.
"We'll just have to make it work." Leslia gripped their hands. She reached out and knocked on Elunara's door.
"Oh, Elunara's not in right now." A man with sandy shaggy hair smiled. "She's down at the pavilion, entertaining some travelers that came in on caravan this morning."
"Thank you..." Leslia bowed.
"Jerry. She's a sight to see, you should go up there."
"I think we will." Leslia smiled.
They followed the sound of singing. Elunara stood on a stage, singing her heart out and dancing around in circles. She managed to both sing and perform the traditional ballads all on her own.
"Look at her glow." Leslia said in awe.
"It's like a miracle of Elune." Tia agreed.
They watched as Elunara switched tone and song and performed a weeping ballad. Those around her seemed to be caught in a trance of her. The one known as Jordan sat by the edge of the stage, his face turned in an awed supplication. The one called Grogek was in the stands, his legs crossed as his head bounced to the tune. It was hypnotic.
"If she does not feel this..."
"I wouldn't know what to do with her." Nona nodded.
All three were well acquainted with Tulani who climbed up on stage and began to sing with Elunara. It was an obviously old routine, as Tulani picked up the female verses and Elunara went with male. The normally timid Tulani lit up with a festival tree as she performed the flawless duet. After a dip and a kiss, Tulani laughed as she made her way off stage. Elunara switched tones again and went for a war ballad. Even the most downtrodden of the refugees stood up and at the call to arms. Roaring and cheering, they asked for more, even as she slid off the stage.
She kissed Tulani. "Thank you, my little lovely. Even if you do hate the stage."
"That was amazing." Leslia clasped her hands together in front of her.
Elunara looked over at the three priestesses. "Uh, yeah. Glad you could make it."
"Do you do that often?"
Elunara scratched the back of her head. "Whenever there's a caravan mostly. It helps the refugees with their misery." She gestured to the now cheerful crowd.
Tulani smiled and cuddled against Elunara. "This is one of the reasons I fell in love with her." Elunara and Tulani kissed again in a soft and slow passionate way that made the three priestesses largely uncomfortable. Elunara ran her fingertips on Tulani's jaw, and then traced her lips.
Leslia cleared her throat. "Forgive me. We were hoping you could do our portraits.
"Oh sure, I can schedule them. Do you want all three at once, or individually?" Elunara dug a small pad of paper out of her pocket. "I assume you'd stick with portraits? I mean, it might be helpful to add your own pictures to Ina's physicals."
They looked at each other. "Yes, I think we should." Leslia finally said.
"You should know." Tulani smiled. "Elunara always tries to be respectful of your wishes, and she's gentle as a lamb."
"Aw, you're ruining my reputation as a big mean ogre." Elunara pouted. She looked over. With a sigh she kissed Tulani again. "Forgive me; I have to go whack Jordan."
Tulani sighed. "That man is forever picking at his face."
"What's it like?" Tia asked.
Tulani blinked.
"Living in that situation, I mean." Tia blushed.
"Well, sometimes, it's a little strange." She shrugged. "You get used to anything when Elunara is involved."
