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^{H i s t o r y}

In the mountains of the Western Terrains of the Earth's most mountainous region, a pious village inhabits the surrounding areas of a rocky temple, serenely erected, boldly withstanding the ruiness visages of the seasons -- in honor of the Goddess of Chastity, Fertility & Hunt – [NAME] ([NAME]). The Village is well-hidden in the area, draped in its meek and humble living, uniquely strengthened in its divinity and praise for the Goddess as a place where Elves and Humans live dutifully and in unity amongst each other as the heart of the physical realm to [NAME]'s prowess. The Village is a sought after legend for the believers in [NAME], and only the faithful are permitted through her graves to walk the path between the mountainous terrain and enter into the harmonious territory.

Rights of passage by living in the village are endured with gratitude. One of the most famous and dedicated rights is the Rights of the Cardinals. Every three years, it is custom for the Village to gift the Goddess one young, virgin female who has only just reached the likeness of her womanhood virgin. The young women's hand is spiritually sacrificed and solidified by oath in an elaborate and divine ceremony as she is ordained a maiden of [NAME] and referred to as a Cardinal, a handmaiden who abides her entire life's work under the chastity of the Lýkos Temple and in honor, praise, and worship to and for the Goddess [NAME].

Such great honor is bestowed upon the women who are deemed virtuous and chaste enough to be granted the gift of such a beautiful privilege. It is spoken quite ruthlessly, however, that the struggle of a Cardinal is not easy. Nonetheless, the true intricacies of the job are a mystery to the outside world. For such a case, the Cardinals are treated with utmost respect and revere -- as prophetesses and oracles, and women who cower from the likeness of the Cardinals are dismissed as unworthy and dishonorable disciples of the Goddess. As it has been passed down through generations of storytelling, the Goddess has bestowed ΖΩΗ (Life) upon the Village and all of its inhabitants. Should the Village fail to sanctify its Life with purity, the ζωή (Being) shall be withheld; the waters shall cease to pour forth; the crops shall cease to produce and be plenty; the animals shall cease to be abundant and worthy for food; the women shall cease to be with child; the village shall cease to exist.

This Western Terrain, so veiled in its modesty has a hidden name. The power in its name is taught with great authority and law as the key to its virginity, and thus, even uttering the Village's name has been forbidden and only taught to the Cardinals sometime after their ordination has made them worthy participants as Key Holders of the Village. The Cardinals do more than just protect sacred traditions, but they are taught, as a known fact in the Village, to be huntresses, skilled and trained in the Arts of Hunting -- marked by Archery: Arrows and Longbows.

The honor of such a position in the Village's society is so high that families groom their daughters in prayerful hopes of becoming a handmaiden of [NAME]. However, it is rightfully been declared law that Cardinals are to be Half-Elfin and Half-Human. Arrangements and Ancestry are studied prior to the like of Matrimony being considered between two members of the Village.

Malehood and his honors does not fall anything close short of that of a Cardinal -- holding other such authoritative positions as leaders and lawmakers, stoic to the cause. It is taught that although [NAME] bestows such life into Nature, it is not without the Touch of the Male does her cosmic connection bend through Time. And so, the Lýkos Temple allows one Elfin Priest (Elfin due to longevity and mysticism) to abide his wisdom inside her temple. His piety is very old and carefully considered before the former's repose. Through his antiquity, his chastity is measured with extreme caution to prevent scandal or the wrath of [NAME]. He is never to learn the name of the Village. As well, on the outskirts of the Village, there are various temples -- smaller in nature than Lýkos, which houses males who practice chastity and monasticism in honor of the Goddess [NAME]. However, there is only one temple, which allows for females -- Lýkos Temple -- the Holiest Temple of the Goddess [NAME].

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The Ancient Story of the Goddess [NAME] is preserved in the tradition of the Village as a well-known tale often depicted and re-animated through gatherings and Hellenistic pleasures such as music or other theatrics. The most famous tale of the Goddess that is cherished weaves her history as thus:

Conceived scandalously by the King of Gods and his mistress, the Goddess [NAME] climbed into the temple of her father's lap during her third Lunar Year of age and asked him to grant her six wishes - to remain a virgin, to have many names to set her apart from her brother, to be the Light Bringer, to have a Bow & Arrow and a knee-length tunic so that she may hunt, to have sixty "Daughters of Okeanos" to serve as her choir, and for twenty Amnisides Nymphs (Fae) as Handmaidens to watch her dogs and bow while she rested. Her father, the King of Gods, granted these wishes, and her most favored wish, the first one, to remain a virgin became her most important δόγμα (Dogma) to uphold.

παρθενιά (Virginity) as an eternal virtue was so important that even during such a time that the chaste Goddess did allow her heart to open once to another God not of her own family, and her brother -- pious in his jealousy -- tricked the Goddess into shooting one of her arrows through the God's head. It was later made true that the now reposed God had plans of murdering every wild creature on Earth. For her brother's jealousy and her lover's foolery, [NAME] has dismissed the likeness of friendship between male and female as not being anything but unchaste.

Her domain, reigning over prosperity, fertility, and chastity, many Mortals called upon her name -- often, in the midst of the night when the Moon had unveiled her own face -- for help in sustaining Life, and through wisdom of her past actions, she sought to continue such good fortune and set apart a village from the rest of the World. In this village, she also hid away the seed of her own heart so that she may not fall prey to another God and lose her αθωότητα (Innocence). In show of her mercy, understanding, and repentance upon her brother, she allowed males to dwell in the village alongside the females of her choosing.

Mortal Creatures of her choosing were Elves and Humans, alike. [NAME] took a fondness to the Human Form, but she knew their wisdom and powers were limited, and from such knowledge, she drew the eloquent beauty and magic from the Elves. In her most sacred place of worship, Lýkos Temple, only chaste, virgin maidens -- of half-Elfin and half-Human are allowed to dwell inside the Lýkos walls, and to consecrate her adoration towards her brother, she set aside a seat for a male Elfin High Priest. Keeping the traditions of the Moon Goddess abundantly are a dogma for the Village to keep it from disease and decay by the powers of [NAME] -- and thus, the Fertility of Life would be cursed.

The Moon Goddess now clothes herself from the Mortal World and is said to only intervene physically for specific reasons. The willful veil that keeps the Goddess from entering the Mortal World is said to be a garment that keeps her modesty abundant in fruits on the Earth, and during the rare and holy occasions that [NAME] does show her face, it is under the moonlit night, as to use the shadows of the night as a covering of her zeal and image.

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I like it when Neuer leaves the penalty area.

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

^{_{The First Dilemma of Lady Alssyana Grey}}

^{Part I}

𝓦alter lifted his wrist from his pocket and quickly glanced at his watch

or two
or three
or was it four?

𝓕innegan always has enjoyed Lady Alyssana’s willful nature...
𝓑ut I dare think at this exact moment, it is too much for me?

...Standing several measures away from Alyssana, Walter stared at her and studied her demeanor. She was unwavering and stiff in personality over the matter, and he felt a small flush of something forceful stroke over his forehead. Walter Lowered his wrist, and with his lips pursed together in some sort of contemplation, he shook his head lightly and gently nudged the brown curls of his hair with his fingers as if to recomb his hair. This gesture was done in all actuality on the accord that he needed some sort of touch against the racing thoughts of his mind, “I doubt that he will do anything of the sort, again, Alyssana.” He tried to assure her.

There was so much contradictory in her statement, and this statement was the least he could say to mediate the situation. Her dowse had been by accident, “It was by mistake,” Walter gently pushed the excuse from himself. It came as some sort of recited verse, like he had stared at himself in the mirror and rehearsed those four words over and over until he might as well have sounded like some mechanical doll the middle class could afford.

He recognized this in himself as the words were spoken to Lady Alyssana, but he still believed them to be true, and with a bit of gumption (not often seen in Walter unless defending his brother, such as in this exact scenario) he continued with his justification, “Finny is quite wonderful.” His let a small smile perk on his face, hoping for some sort of empathetic reaction from Alyssana, but her visage remained stern, “He is not perfect, and sometimes, I believe… He did very much enjoy Miss Ashton.“

His eyes averted Alyssana’s at this moment, “I am quite happy they are no longer together, though,” he paused, feeling that he must have crossed a line of bad etiquette. His eyes perked back to Alyssana’s impatience, again, “Finny is, as well,” his smile brightened feintly. There was no use mourning over spilt milk, and he thought that Alyssana was being too hard on his brother. Afterall, Finnegan was although a cunning man, quite confused when it came to his ordeals with women — uncertain of what his wants and needs were. His spoiled upbringing could be to blame, but Walter never held it against his brother (most likely out of sharing a similar struggle albeit displayed in an almost entirely different shop front).

I hope Finnegan comes back with the tea, soon.

𝓣ℎ𝑒 𝓕𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝒻 𝓐𝑙𝑦𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑎 & 𝓕𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛, 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡.

“𝓣ea would be lovely.

𝓦hy don't you go make some,

𝓦hile Walter tells me about his week?”

“As you wish,” Finnegan said after a small split pause, mentally asphyxiated on his loss. Slightly bothered, he went through the usual litany of asking what type of tea she would like, and Lady Alyssana remained faithful to her usual stance in taste, much like the fashion she so boldly assumed, even during ballroom dances (that will come eventually in later chapters). After such a quaint conversation, the man left the room but not before making a quick glance at Walter, who in all of his manhood was still standing a bit too boyish in his burgundy suspenders, button down shirt, and a hand tucked into his darkish slacks.

He followed Lady Alssyana into the laboratory, much like a puppy without his owner, “Oh…” His thoughts were still lingering on Christopher, and he decided not to prod. She would have addressed the question if it was meant to be said as opposed to being shuffled aside for her to...

...Seek revenge on Finnegan, “I beg your pardon?” Walter was in the middle of working his line of thankfulness while introducing the ins-and-outs of his week to her and found himself caught off guard, “I…” He looked around the laboratory, all the fragrances stirred momentarily, and his eyes marveled at all the things he was just beginning to learn. These things were merely just the beginnings of beginnings, which meant wholly nothing about what he was going to learn about his brother and most interestingly, he was finding out, his own self discovery.

Drawing in a deep breath, he mustered up a puff of an answer, “A lot has happened in the past week.” His eyes continued gazing the laboratory. The last woman he had just encountered was Madame Sophronia, and Lady Alyssana, while still just as sharp if not sharper had the scowl of a lifetime that could send the most mixed messages of frightening confusion, he knew he ought to be less airheaded with her. Her question about Madamoiselle Evelyn was certainly something he wanted to avoid, but as the woman had proved to Finnegan, there was no skirt-tailing details, “Honestly, I think I have spent most of my time in here. I like it. There’s a lot of wonderful things to see and do, and there are far less people who come and ask silly or stupid questions,” he chuckled a little at his own interpretation of Finnegan’s interactions with customers, “As for Miss Ashton,” he tilted his head and tried to feign some happiness, even if sarcastic in nature to hide the following plea:

“Must I say?”

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_{And so begins}

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^{The First Dilemma of Lady Alssyana Grey}

Post a random fact about yourself.

Mister owl was wrong. It did not take me three licks to get to the tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop.

@Hellion

Same, tbh. My count was ~100+ (w/no crunching involved).

However, considering this is a writer's guild, I am going to put on my witch's duck bill and slap some psuedo-metaphorical prescription on the actual meaning of the commercial. Each lick represents something. One for the money. Two for the show. Three to get ready, now go cat go... Catch 'em Church mice, little pussy cat in London? Okay, but really, the three licks transcends to the graves of the Rule of Three, and to make things even catchier, the commercial breaks the "omne trium perfectum" or "everything that comes in threes is perfect, or, every set of three is complete." (Gratias tibi, Wiki) Obviously, licking the lollipop three (3) times is not the correct amount to get to the center. In fact, it is absurd, but through the misleading device (number of licks), the audience erroneously believes that three (3) is the correct number allotted for enjoying the product being advertised (the Tootsie Pop) and thus is tempted to prove or disprove this comical statement. And... Boom! They have a sale, and through word-of-mouth (free advertising), Tootsie Pops is the topic of conversations -- such as this one!

Addendum: Technically, Mister Owl is not wrong. His words taken at face value make customers get to the center of a Tootsie Pop. It's a cheap trick, like crunching the pop after three (3) licks! How else is the world ever going to know, anyways?

Slightly Related Side Note: Briza thinks Mister Owl's glasses are cute.

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