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Shapeless Heart [Jeufufns and Sigr]

Thiya couldn't help but giggle at the soft sigh that escaped Savia's mouth. She should...well, it was hard for her to except that she just had a new sister now. But Savia didn't act as pissy as she was, Savia seemed happy she had a sister and truth be told, she always wanted one. Of course, her mother had a reason for it. She was never told directly, but she assumed it was probably something her mother has discussed with her father when she was still alive. Her mother had only been pregnant once, contrary to other mothers who sometimes went through 1 or even two failed births. Even more would follow if they went for a second child. Her mother was always kind-hearted, and always loved children. She didn't think her mother could handle losing a child, even if it was at or shortly after birth. She didn't even think that the chance for herself to die played any role in her decision. She had always wanted a sister, but there was no father left to make one, and even then she doubted that Emaline could have mustered up the courage to try her luck again.

Emaline, however, seemed more and more concerned when Savia spoke of being warm. she quickly raised her hand to Savia's forehead, as if checking for a fever for lack of anything else she could think of. she only knew what could happen to a human teen, not to a...whatever Savia was, slime. "Are you sure you're alright?" Emaline asked with concern in her voice as she continued to check her, feeling her arm again to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

Thiya, waking up from her thoughts, looked a little confused as she glanced from her mother back to Savia. Savia was breathing heavily, and the blush from earlier hadn't gone away from when she absorbed the water. Her generous bosom bounced lazily with every heave of her chest, making Thiya a little nervous when she leaned forward again. Her curvy bosom now slightly less visible thanks to the drying effect the warmth of the fire had had on the material, but still generously outlined and presented.

"Are you alright?" Thiya asked as Savia started looking quite scared, more so when she started leaning into Savia's field of view again. Concerned, she followed Savia's sudden look of disbelief when she saw...her skirt bulging. She...well if she were a normal human, she would probably have burst out in laughter and called it cute, and she still couldn't help but smile. But wasn't Savia conscious of how she shaped her body? Was this a show?

"Savia? Aren't you?..." she started to ask before Emaline seemed to look at the bulge as well. It didn't seem forced at all, in fact, it seemed to be throbbing, outside of Savia's control. Still, maybe she copied the throbbing she'd seen Thiya's do the day before? But it didn't make for a satisfying explanation. Though throbs could theoretically follow naturally if you just copied well enough. "Savia?" Emaline asked, now looking more concerned than Thiya had seen her in a while. The last time she could remember seeing her so concerned was when she fell into the river filling up amphorae and hit her shoulder on a rock.

"Are you...doing this?" she asked, a question that Thiya had wanted to ask too but couldn't phrase it. At least Savia wasn't going to have the same clothing problems anyone else would have since she had control over it and could just expand or remove it, but that was by far not the greatest concern right now. Thiya, in a sign of concern, gently took Savia's hand and grasped it in her own, holding it against her chest. Perhaps not the best thing she could have done, but it showed Thiya's empathy towards her new sister.

"Savia, describe how you're feeling," Emaline said very gently, trying to calm the girl a little. she was scared, so much was obvious, so this couldn't be something she planned to happen. Was she more human than Emaline could have ever guessed already?
 
"Ah!" Savia uttered a small yelp, surprised even if not scared by her own body. She looked at her groin wide eyed, frozen as she didn't know what to do about it. She could probably get it under control, but she was so baffled at the event that she didn't even think of it. Savia's green eyes looked even bigger as she had them open wide when she looked at Emaline once she called her name twice. "Unknown... Savia no learn..." she mumbled, her stare wandering between Emaline and her package, trying to voice her lack of knowledge about what was going on. As Emaline asked if Savia was the one doing that, Thiya took hold of one of her hands, grasping it against her chest in a comforting and protective manner that was welcome but also sent a shiver on her back and caused a couple of throbs in her nether region.

"No..." the girl finally managed to answer. "Savia move hand" she said, rising her free arm and opening and closing her hand in a bit of a goofy show. "But Savia don't move penis, don't grow penis" she voiced, looking at the bulge on her skirt with curiosity, tilting her head and lowering her arm towards it. She didn't quite dare to touch it, so after hovering over her lap, she returned her attention to Emaline once more. "Feel... unknown" Savia started answering, making a surprised gesture with her face. "No bad. Weird" she hummed, her eyes going from her shoulder to the hand Thiya hold against her bountiful and still wet blouse. "Warm" Savia added. "Water..." she said, pointing to the pot she had poured over herself, then looking back at Thiya.

Her hand absorbed most of the water of her blouse, and escaping the girls grasp, she combed her hair between her fingers, getting a bit of the colder moisture as well. It was not enough to keep Thiya completely dry, as Savia could hardly keep what water she had already absorbed into herself, the beads of sweat-like liquid that appeared on her body multiplying. "Cold water no use" she said, seeing that she felt even warmer after caressing Thiya, and her troublesome genitals didn't cooperate at all either. "Ah! Wet..." she said, feeling curious and a bit embarrassed, as a darker spot showed where the tip of her penis was pushing the fabric, a small leak from the very tip.

"Savia no understand, deep feelings" she said, taking her free hand to her over her own sizeable chest. There were things, instincts, behaviors there buried, borrowed from the very day her consciousness was born, stolen over a horrible act, but now they fueled things Savia knew nothing about and coulnd't control. Getting rid of the skirt and her undergarments, Savia's penis rose upwards free of restraints, and even if it probably was the smallest of the room, it's sudden hardness wasn't to be scoffed at. The tip glistened with a clear fluid, the responsible of the spot in her now gone skirt, and Savia yet didn't dare to touch it, awaiting instructions from the more experienced women.
 
Thiya reflexively moved her hand to her shoulder when Savia yelped, though she didn't really know what she was trying to do or how she was trying to help. she had really no idea what was going on with Savia.

After she had held Savia's other hand to her bosom, it only seemed that Savia's problem was getting worse. She seemed to be warm, no she blamed it on warm water didn't she?

Savia's hand absorbed the water of her blouse before it slipped away, causing Thiya to look down at her chest in confusion. She hadn't been there when Savia explained how she took in minerals and water, so this all seemed a bit magical to her. She pointed to the pot of hot water before she ran her hand through Thiya's hair, absorbing the water there. Thiya brought her hand to the back of her head, feeling the dry strands of hair that Savia went through next to the still wet remainder and the root of her hair. Looking back at Savia, it seemed that she was sweating. Was she that warm? The real reason for the sweat didn't quite occur to Thiya.

But cold water didn't help? She hated having no idea what Savia was talking about. But Savia's next words redirected her attention to the tip that was taxing the fabric quite a lot. There was a wet spot at the end, pre coming out. So if Savia wasn't doing this on purpose, how was she?...how was she producing precum?

Emaline looked equally confused and saw her hopes of a quiet and civilized talk about sexuality dwindling rapidly, gently holding Savia's arm. Savia seemed to notice that her lower garments were becoming inadequate as she dissolved them back into her body, yet the act of shifting didn't seem to affect what was going on with her lower body. It was starting to reach what was presumably its full length too. Thiya couldn't help but appreciate how it looked and how it acted. It didn't act like Savia told it too, it acted like it should, the warmth it radiated and the power it exuded included. But she would not make it obvious she was attracted, she was taken so she had to act modestly in public.

"We should move Savia away from the fire," she said to her mother, to which she quickly agreed. Savia would overheat in no time with her genitalia hanging into the fire like that.

Gently helping Savia up, they moved her a few steps away from the fire, remaining standing as Savia's penis proudly displayed itself, standing up and ready to go, which seemed to irritate Savia to no end.

"Savia, try to calm down, try to calm down and it'll stop, I will explain," Emaline calmly said, though she seemed quite stressed. Furthermore, she seemed like she was still trying to figure out what she was going to say herself.

"You know, when you find someone's body...pretty in a way you particularly like, this happens, it gets erect," she tried to explain as innocently as possible. "It's something you avoid outside because it is impolite," she said, remembering that she had, in fact, explained what politeness meant earlier. "You...uh...try not to think of it any further if you want the feeling to go away, the feeling of attraction. Otherwise, you can explore the feeling more, somewhere quiet and things will get a lot wetter and then you're fine. It can be fun but one should keep it to a minimum. Just try to think of something else, something that doesn't excite you in this way," she slowly explained, hoping Savia would explore herself some time later rather than sooner when she had a grip on reality and the world around her. The poor girl had no idea what was going on...

Thiya tried to remain in the background, since she suspected she was the reason behind all this. She couldn't help but smile a little behind Savia's back for the unspoken compliment, but she didn't mention it.
 
"Away fire, yes..." Savia weakly agreed with Emaline's course of action, letting sister and mother help her move. It was very awkward to walk with her body behaving like that, as not only was she distracted by what was going on, but also stepping around wasn't any easier without the restraining underwear and sporting a hard on. "Calm, explain, learn" Savia mumbled, trying to focus on Emaline's words instead of worrying about what was happening down there, as she could feel how a drop of that liquid started to slide down her shaft.

Savia listened to Emaline's explanations, her usual nodding to her words seeming a bit anxious. "Emaline body pretty, Thiya body pretty..." she mumbled, her member twitching as she laid eyes on Thiya, looking back to Emaline again. "Penis... erect? Hard? Strong?" she pointed down, more focused on learning the meaning of words than she should, given the situation, but then Emaline's explanations got much more difficult to follow for the young girl, causing her to frown and hum disoriented.

"Explore feeling? Lot wetter?" Savia wondered out loud, having no idea how one could explore a feeling, maybe it was just a matter of thinking more about it? The alternative seemed to point in that direction, as the other solution seemed to imply thinking about anything else. "Or think of something else..." she added, balancing both alternatives without knowing what to do. "I don't know. Don't understand" Savia whined, pouting a bit as she had lots of trouble wrapping her mind about the issue.

In one hand, her inherited conscience and instincts from the moment she was born again confused her and were the ones out of control. On another hand, Emaline's explanations seemed of little help, or at least Savia couldn't comprehend them as they seemed to broach the issues in a very general way. "Savia need help" she sighed. "Savia good girl, what good girl do?" she asked, looking at both Emaline and Thiya, the latter showing a cute little smile that made her look all the more beautiful. "Good girl explore feelings or good girl think of something else?" she outright asked.

Savia wanted to be a good girl, despite what just happened with Thiya's dinner she wanted Emaline's approval and guidance, so she didn't want to do anything that angered her, now that she had seen a bit of how Emaline could be with bad girls. Did that mean Thiya was a bad girl? The thought was a first for Savia, not even realizing that perhaps Emaline wasn't in the wrong and Thiya was with her attitude and her questions even if Savia didn't know how. No, given that Emaline had agreed to give her dinner before the things got weird, whatever Thiya did couldn't be that bad.
 
The twitch of Savia's member only gave Thiya further reason to suspect she was the reason for Savia's arousal. She was amused, amused at the girl's reaction to all of this, but she also felt just a tad bit guilty. She definitely would be teasing her about this, when she was a little older at least, even if it wasn't nice or proper.

Emaline simply nodded along as Savia spoke, though seemingly not paying as much attention to their meaning as usual. She seemed quite stressed right now, a state that's so far been unfamiliar to Savia. While she was explaining things to the best of her ability, it wasn't really something you could explain. some explanation usually fed into some measure of self-exploration. But that was hard to do here. She didn't think Savia could do self-exploration like that, nor did she think it would be as good for her as for normal teenagers as Savia wasn't used to her body behaving in ways she didn't tell it to. That was what sexuality was really wasn't it, things you had no control over? But that Savia would be hit by it was something Emaline didn't understand at all, it really made no sense.

"If...well" Emaline struggled to explain. It really depended for both, but the same safe route was proabbyl the latter. Yes, definitely, in most cases the altter applied anyway. It was always good to be chaste. "A good girl thinks of something else," Emaline replied, knowing that a clear answer would calm the girl. Thiya looked at her with a mixture of confusion and irritation. That was a bit of a general way of putting it, but she guessed she was right. Usually you owuld just talk like this but being truthful in private was different, but not that different.

"Well, what mother said, think of something else, something nice that doesn't excite you," Thiya said, wanting to help too. The pot was boiling still with what remained inside, filling the room with a bit of relaxing background noise together with the fire. There was much Savia had seen, smelled, heard, much to choose from even now, from the almost elemental feeling of cloth to the endless mixture of smells in the city.
 
Savia stared at Emaline, eager to get answers, to learn more, but the woman's voice faltered and she looked like nothing Savia had ever seen on her. Was it something she just didn't know? It seemed unlikely, since Thiya's member had already got like that the day before and it was a known phenomenon, but Emaline's explanations somehow didn't seem to fulfill her needs. Finally Emaline instructed her that a good girl shouldn't be thinking about that, so any other line of thought would be helpful. The woman didn't speak with her usual self-assuredness, making Savia doubt for a moment even if she was eager to be a good girl, but Thiya echoed those same words, so it had to be true.

"Something else..." Savia hummed, closing her eyes and trying to distract herself. Her thoughts scattered around the room, trying to focus on all the things she had learned about the insides of the house, but that took to Thiya over and over, remembering the day before, so it didn't quite work. Her mind went outside, the town and its inhabitants, but she knew so little that it was hard to focus in anything else that wasn't the river, so Savia soon wandered to the city visit of that day. Wanting to think about the market and the crowd, the people there, Savia pushed that strange excitement down, slightly deflating her member. It was still engorged, but it wasn't pointing as vigorously up as it was before, slowly heading down.

The city thoughts also brought back memories of the strong warrior that protected the cart of strange metal, and memories of Edea, the exotic Zadean that she touched and kissed, sending a few twitches to the trouble between her legs, but were soon discarded as she decided to focus on the market crowd and how awkward it was to move around there. From the outside, Savia's face was a work of art depicting what crossed her mind, since as she was focused deep on her emotions, her visage echoed them all, from the smile of fond memories to the frown when she focused on worse ones.

Even if it was working, it didn't seem enough, as any wandering her mind did beyond her control brought back suggestive imagery and with Thiya close it woudln't be long until she had the same problem given her lack of self control. Even if it would hurt, Savia decided to go back, as far as she could to the very moment she gained awareness and the horrible crime that preceded that moment. That memory brought pain and sadness to her face, but ended her erection swiftly and mercilessly, her groin back into a cute reduced state. Opening her eyes, Savia created the undergarments and skirt once more, covering her embarrassing and troublesome parts.

"Savia good girl now" she said, but her voice didn't carry any of the usual cheerfulness she used when managing to do the right thing. Savia felt a bit frustrated, and having to plunge herself into her worst memory soured her mood. "I can learn cooking now" Savia added, remembering what they were up to before that chain of events started, but it was clear that she wasn't in a good mood. "Sorry for..." she doubted, aware of the disruption she had caused, but unable to pinpoint what she should be sorry about, given her lack of understanding or control over the situation. "Sorry" she just added, her shoulders slumping a bit.
 
Emaline and Thiya watched Savia try and think of something with rather uncomfortable expressions. Emaline felt a little guilty that she hadn't been able to prepare Savia for such a moment. The girl was scared at first. It would be cute if she knew how to fix it, but she didn't. Thiya, however, felt differently. It was her fault that this had happened, first she'd made her mother angry and then...it wasn't exactly on purpose...well, she did try to appear pretty for others, it was natural that she should. Perhaps not anymore, now that she was taken? No, she had fun expressing herself, being open, and her mother didn't mind. It was okay then...But perhaps after tonight, she would have to think about herself and her responsibilities. And she would have to except that Savia was going to live with them. and somehow that felt less objectionable now.

It took a while for them to wait, and they noticed that Savia seemed to have trouble finding something right, or at least that she had trouble disseminating what arose these feelings from what could calm these feelings. but eventually, she managed to calm herself down to the point where it was slowly going more and more down until it became tame and flaccid, allowing her to reform her clothes. From the point Savia had gone too, it was quite difficult to turn back, Thiya knew that, so she pitied the girl a little. MAybe release would have been better, but that's not how it worked. Usually, they discovered these things on their own. Had Savia really any private time yet? Could she handle being alone even? Emaline thought about this too. This had happened partially because she didn't do her job right, she was sure of that. She was guiding Savia all the way. But it was just the second day, she really couldn't do things on her own. It was a strange situation and it made her umcomfortable that things would happen to Savia that you would usually have to deal with some time later when you already had a basic knowledge of the world.

But once she had managed to calm herself, Savia seemed all but relieved. They could kind of understand it. Savia had been in quite an embarassing situation just now. But Emaline noted that it seemed genuine sadness rather than disappointment. Since she was standing next to her, she decided to wrap her arms around her shoulders, giving her a quick yet warm hug. She prefered it when Savia smiled and she felt comfortable.

"Savia dear, this was nothing but an innocent mistake, everything is fine. It can happen," Emaline tried to explain to her, running a hand through her hair. Thiya was tempted to say that it would happen. It was impossible to rid yourself of any and all feminine urges, nor should she try to. Ideally, she would come to discover them like others do. Maybe she'd be scared of the development? She had no idea how parenting worked, she doubted that she would be a good one, if it ever came to it that is...it would probably, sooner than she'd like. It was expected of her to have a child soon. But if anything she knew about the rate of death at childbirth was correct, she was scared.

No, this was the wrong topic, she shouldn't think about such things. Instead she tried to focus on Savia and her issues, though now she had managed to sadden herself just like Savia did. Perhaps she should take a second and rest, she did not want to think those thoughts again.

"How about I teach you how to cook now and everything will be fine, I promise. You'll be able to cook if need be," Emaline said, trying to lighten emaline's mood. "I can even teach you something Zadean later this season," she explained with a warm smile. Her mother always tried her very best, if only Thiya could be, or at the very least believe that she could be as good a parent.
 
Emaline's embrace caught Savia by surprise, as she rested her head on her mother's bosom she found relief instead of excitation, calm instead of restlessness. A refuge, even if temporal, from the strange ails that assaulted her. Once the hug was over she could feel Thiya's worried stare, looking at her warmer than before but seemingly with troubling thoughts of her own. Emaline didn't rest, as she kept talking about things to learn that would distract Savia from the embarrassing situation she had been in. Savia was still in a strange situation, odd feelings in turmoil. She had resorted to her worst moment, her most bitter memory so far to make her erection disappear, but even if her groin was back in its normal state, the memory persisted.

"Ah... cooking... yes" Savia nodded, sounding unstable, her voice wavering. "Later this season..." she echoed, not even thinking about it, just mindlessly repeating it. Savia wasn't entirely foreign to sadness, as she had experienced that before, but the more time she was passing around people, the more she changed to be like them. Some changes took place inside her, physically, others were just about her conscience, her awareness. The more time it passed, the easier the memories of the ones she killed faded inside her, leaving no trace of who they were, but just the pure, raw emotions that people had. Emotions Savia could tap into, be her happy, interested, ashamed, scared or many more she didn't have a word for them yet. But this time, with the moment of her crime so fresh to stop her excitement, one threatened to overcome her.

"Hmm?" Savia hummed questioningly at a strange feeling on her face. "Ah... ah..." her humming soon turned into a surprised sounding sobbing, as tears ran down her cheeks. "Savia bad girl... Savia bad things..." she managed to mumble between sobs, seemingly inconsolable. Her hands wiped away tears from her face, but they kept coming and coming as her cheeks reddened, her breasts bouncing with her gasps and cries. Savia was really crying like a little girl, hounded by what she had done, as having it fresh on her mind wasn't the same for the person she was now that for the one that Emaline met the morning of the day before.

It wasn't just a matter of being terribly saddened for what she had done, but also because she understood that Emaline had already adopted her, forgiven her despite what she had done. It was the relief of forgiveness combined with the freshened memory what broke the dam now that she had grown more adept at externally expressing what she felt inside. It wasn't a pleasant sight as her smiles, kisses and hugs when she was happy, but it was as necessary and honest as those, as Savia could now release the feelings trapped inside her instead of keeping them bottled down.
 
Savia still wasn't reacting in a way that satisfied Emaline's motherly instinct. There was sadness in her tone, regret in her tone. Was this really just because of what happened now? Was it more? Perhaps...

She looked from Thiya to Emaline, trying to judge whether what she was doing was actually succeeding or not, but Thiya didn't look very convinced. Worried, she looked back at the young child, the one she had adopted gleefully. If she was going to be a mother to this child the least she could do was make her smile. But it seemed so hard to do. She remembered the story Savia told her yesterday, and she remember how it saddened her. No, she couldn't have gone back there in order to do something trivial as suppress her arousal. Oh no, silly Savia...

It would have been cute if it didn't make Savia look like she was about to cry. She still didn't know how much of that story was literal in its truth but she knew that there was little positive interpretation, and she knew that Savia regretted every second of it. If she understood it correctly, she only starting thinking, after the event. So she must have been too young to realise what she's done surely. It happened sometimes, you saw it with cougars. Their young played with birds, but while they were only somewhat ill-intentioned, the birds did not survive their caress long.

"No Savia, no! you behaved very well today," she tried to say as Savia mumbled, already starting to sob. Quickly, she edged closer, as close as she could get before wraping her into a tight warm hug with a strong angle that made her genitalia spill onto Savia's leg, quite heavy and warm. Of course, there was no ill-intention behind it and in this world, things like that weren't particularly stigmatised, since it was unavoidable in gestures like these.

Savia was crying, like the little girl she still was. Her body, while a bit less than adult, still looked a bit older than she probably was in real terms. Yet she seemed to age rapidly, not in a bad way, just that she learned and grew up at a surprising speed. "Savia, it's all over, you don't need to cry, you were still too young to realise," she said, whispering so that Thiya would not hear. It seemed to bother the young woman though as she sat down next to Savia and began to hug her in the same way, smiling in hopes that it woudld calm the girl. She didn't want Thiya to know about savia's secret, she didn't want to ruin the spark of sisterhood that had emerged today.
 
That day Savia had both experienced and manifested new sensations and emotions. She had trouble separating the feeling from the physical manifestation of it, as it was new and sometimes linked in ways unexpected. While excitation rendered her penis erect, but did nothing to end it and she had to take matters into her own hands one way or the other, sadness didn't behave in the same way. Even if it caused her to sob, the crying itself already helped, lifting a weight from her chest. Smiles were easy compared to the turmoil that assaulted her those last few minutes in two very different ways. As Emaline wrapped her in a tight embrace, it was time for Savia to start understanding and feeling something new, even if emotions could be linked in ways she didn't understood. It maybe was the closest she ever hugged her, Savia's state and their situation in the house making it a bit awkward. Savia didn't mind, no matter what parts of Emaline touched her, even if she was only partly aware of the slightly uncouth brushing.

How could something be bad if it felt so good? It wasn't Edea's exotic looks, or Thiya's curvy physique. It was something... deeper? Different at least, as Savia felt warmer, cared for beyond normal worry, a care that she felt back to Emaline, a care she wanted to return. She didn't have a word for it yet, nor she was aware of different kinds of that feeling existing in the world, but what Savia felt was no doubt love. As the girl leaned into Emaline, her sobbing slowed bit by bit, specially hearing Emaline whisper, explaining, excusing what happened. Savia heard those words without a hint of doubt, those words that exonerated her, released the girl from the guilt that clutched her heart, the core of her being.

As if that wasn't enough given a bit of time to calm, Savia felt Thiya hugging her as well. Maybe the young woman didn't understood her predicament completely, but she didn't need so to feel empathy and be sorry for Savia, or at least show it so. Enveloped into heartwarming, caring and tender love, Savia soon stopped sniffling, her green eyes ceasing on their tearing. "Thanks..." she mumbled, managing to draw an honest smile in her reddened face, looking at both Emaline and Thiya. "Bad memories gone" she sighed, so comfortable in that wrapping that she didn't want to let go. Luckily Savia didn't read the moment as something exciting, at least not in a sexual way, so after all that happened her body seemed to be behaving as she wished, at least for the time being.

"Learn cooking" Savia said after a while, the usual sparkle of curiosity back in her eyes. "Emaline make good food. Thiya and Emaline eat good food. Everyone happy" she nodded, wanting to end that long and eventful day in a high note. The girl's shoulders slumped a bit, sending yet another quake to her breasts. "Savia... need bed after" she mused. "Savia feel..." the girl struggled for a word, looking a bit sleepy. "Tired?" she said, not exactly sure if she had found what she meant.
 
Indeed, it took little understanding to feel empathy for a girl, young and pretty crying with terror at her memories. Thiya didn't understand, but she could nonetheless express her empathy in a way that would help the girl, and it did. Much to their joy, it seemed that their loving embraces, one motherly the other sisterly, helped calm the girl down as her eyes stopped tearing up after a while. But, throughout this little episode, there was something that mother and aughter failed to notice, that was becoming more apparent now that their kneejerk reaction of empathy had finished processing. Savia was producing tears. Well, maybe that was norma, but noone had really taught her that. She hadn't even seen anyone cry before, unless she'd seen someone do it in the city. It was starting to feel more and more like magic had something to do with this, and while Thiya didn't go that far in her reasoning, Emaline was starting to think. Maybe she should bring Savia somewhere magical at some point. Not to mention her reddened face. She was so human it was harder and harder to tell her apart from the real deal, perhaps impossible now just from a visual assessment. It made her wonder what else she could turn into and mimic perfectly. Most species she knew were quite similar in their build up after all with a few minor differences, though there were of course some that were very different. She couldn't exactly just repeat the many adventures she and her mate had embarked on, but perhaps she should at least try. There was a pragmatic reason to do so as well, but that was not one she paid much heed to.

Overjoyed that the sparkle of curiosity had returned to Savia's eyes, she gave her young protégé a gently kiss on her cheek as a mother would before Emaline gave her a last, gentle squeeze. "Yes, a bit of food will help. We can go to bed after that. We've done a lot today," she said with a very motherly tone. She almost had the impulse to tuck her in like she did with Thiya when she was small. Perhaps she shouldn't be too much of a mother, but it was hard not to.

Thiya on the other hand had a different issue. Withdrawing a her head a bit to be able to look into Savia's eyes, she glanced down at her bosom as it jiggled inside her blouse, feeling a slight pang of jealousy inside of her. The body she'd go for if she could just change her body willy nilly like that. It made her stomach flutter just imagining it. The many ways she'd be able to surprise her girlfriend...

But perhaps that was not something she should be thinking, and she withdrew from the hug when her crotch started accumulating blood. She didn't want Savia to notice, and she managed to keep it under control. But she didn't have any ill-will towards Savia. She was a good girl, she'd rather have her have that ability than most others. Nonetheless, she couldn't help but think about how she could encourage Savia to explore those powers.

"Well Savia, let's get cooking then," Emaline said with a bright smile as she moved away, closer to the pot and the fire as she made sure the water was still plentiful enough for them to continue. It wasn't by the looks of it. Shame, it's been boiling so nicely. Reaching over to the amphorae filled with water, she tipped it enough so that some would escape into a small bowl she was holding next to it. Some of it spilled thanks to the unwieldiness of the thing but she managed okay, before she lifted the bowl up and carefully dumped its contents into the pot. The pot protested with a sizzle, the noise going down to a more quieter sound than before as it cooled down.

"You see Savia, water, just like the water in the river, begins to boil, to bubble and sizzle when it gets very hot. You saw this yesterday, correct?" she asked with a very friendly tone. She seemed to be having fun herself. Thiya just seemed to kind of phase out a little, leaning back onto a small pillow made of old fabric and straw while her mother talked. It seemed that the talk of cooking bored her.

"Now Savia, before we can put everything in, we must check that the rice is in order," she explained, scooting over a little to be able to grab a larger bowl with a big of stretching. The room was a bit cluttered, she should tidy up before they went to bed.

Taking one of the smaller pots of rice, she began to shake a little bit into it, more and more until a respectable pile of rice had been achieved, filling the small bowl to the brim. After the heat of the fire had dried the second bowl, she put both of them between her and Savia, scooting closer to her again so that she could show her.

"I think I showed you this before. You know we thresh the rice so that the outer shell comes off. Now we just have to make sure it's been removed properly. Always double-check things Savia." she said with a stern, motherly tone before she took a handful of rice. Sorting through it skilfully by rearranging them in her hand, she managed to identify two bits of rice that weren't properly threshed, taking them out before putting the rest into the second bowl. "See here Savia, they haven't been treated properly. So we peel off the shell like this:" she continued, gently scratching off the shell before peeling it off entirely, revealing the now naked piece of wild rice. "You see? It's very easy, but it's hard work sometimes. Now you try. Let's do it together. Just take a bit and try it," she said, egging Savia on a little with an enthusiastic smile. Emaline was a very enthusiastic and fun teacher. Perhaps it was no wonder that people's curiosity was peaked around her. But as there always was with this child, there was something that made her a bit more excited, something that reminded her of when she raised Thiya rather than of the days she taught the village children.
 
Savia looked at Thiya with her big green eyes when she broke the embrace, glad about having her support. It seemed that Thiya was feeling a bit awkward and distracted, although Savia couldn't guess why, so maybe it was just lack of food or general exhaustion. Her thoughts were soon focused on the cooking, as Emaline started the process all over again. Watching her mother pour water into the pot, and amused at the sizzling sound, Savia listened with her usual rapt attention to what she said. "Yes, water boil. Hot things, boiling water, fire, dangerous" she added, remembering how they reacted when Savia spilled boiling water over her minutes ago. "Savia strong, but good girl... is careful" she mused, trying to show that she could handle those things, or so she thought, but still was going to be careful to not worry Emaline or Thiya.

"Rice in... order" Savia repeated, not exactly sure of what Emaline meant but knowing that she would explain or show further, so she patiently waited. Thiya didn't seem to be interested in the cooking lesson, probably because it was something that she already knew, so Savia understood that she was more interested on the end result of getting some food than the process itself. With her attention back to Emaline, Savia noticed how her mother was setting everything up for a practical lesson. "Thresh the rice. Fields, yes" she nodded, curious about what they had to do with the rice if it was already done. "Double check..." Savia hummed, remembering all the noise of the market, the produce and spices there. "Check two times? Two times... Twice?" she tried to put everything she saw and heard in context, trying for things to make sense.

"Ah, bad rice!" Savia said, somewhat childish when noticing the badly threshed grains. "Peel" she nodded, imitating Emaline and rising the clear grain to eye level. "Double-check" she added, returning the already clean rice grain back with the rest after checking it around. "Savia clean rice, Savia double check rice, Savia want good rice for Thiya and Emaline" she commented, wanting to make sure that they only ate properly threshed rice. Soon the girl started to go through the bowl, making sure that each and every grain was properly cleaned before returning it to the receptacle. Almost Savia musically hummed while focused, slightly swinging side by side as she worked, the tone of her humming rising in pitch when she found a grain that needed her attention and returning back to a calm low when she was done with it.

"Rice clean" she announced victorious. "Thiya, Savia cleaned rice" she said, looking up to her approval. "Emaline teach good" she nodded, before remembering something else. "Spring onions thresh? Double check?" Savia asked, wondering if those would also need some specific attention too. "Water almost boiling" Savia announced, specially skilled on perceiving certain things, mere moments before the water started to actually boil.
 
Emaline was starting to feel comfortable again when things started to normalise. It was back to her teaching her young prodigy everything there was to know about life as a Taracian. No more crying, no more awkward situations, she was sure that Savia would feel much better this way. But perhaps, this was mostly about her feeling better, being distracted from the question of whether magic played a role or not, and her previous lack of control over the situation. There was no need to teach her to mimic other things if she was happy the way she was.

But Thiya wasn't sure about that. She had no motherly instincts controlling her thoughts. She wanted to explore the possibilities, what Savia could become. If the two of them ever had a free moment, she should take Savia somewhere private to try it out. The field work didn't quite factor into her calculation, but she still realised the possibility hat Savia might be intrigued by some of her fellow field workers. She wanted to learn more about the body right? You got to see a lot of that around the fields. It would probably be the closest thing Savia would get to an anatomy lesson outside of the house.

"Huh? Ah yes, twice means two times Savia," Emaline quickly responded to affirm Savia's question as she looked around for where she had put the onions. There was still a bit of rice she had to check, she didn't think she quite did yet there, but it couldn't help to find them first. Thankfully she didn't put them too far away, so she didn't have to stand up first the cutlery laid in a small shell in the same box she put the other smaller cooking equipment in. Normally she didn't like having so many flammable things close to the fire, even if it was very unlikely that anything would happen, but she'd had to move them a bit when she tried to find a space for the bed.

Once she'd retrieved them and a knife to cut things with a simple, sharpened stone blade, she made sure that Savia did everything properly, and she did. With a little bit of help, they made quick progress, and Savia didn't mess up once. They managed to finish all the rice quite quickly, with Emaline's practised hands helping out. But it seemed that Savia had abilities that couldn't quite be learned with practice.

She looked up at her adopted daughter when she mentioned the water being close to boiling. She turned her head, trying to see if it was, and it wasn't. But as soon as she turned back to Savia the bubbles started appearing inside her pot, a sound she knew from countless years of experience. Bewildered, she looked from the pot back Savia and back, visibly confused. Blinking a few times, she nodded slowly, like she didn't quite know what to say to that. "Yes...it seemed you were right. How did you know?..." she asked, her curiosity taking over as she moved the rice to the side to have some space.

"Well...no we don't need to thresh the spring onions. They grow in the ground like this," Emaline explained, holding it out over the now empty bowl that the rice was originally in. Taking the bowl with her free hand, she dumped the rice shells into the fire before putting it back under the plant she was holding. "We only need one for a meal," she explained, holding up the one onion between them. "We need to cut this, so we need the cutting board," she said, reaching back into the same box she got the knife from the get a small, wooden board, which was basically just a piece of scrap wood that's been sanded so there wouldn't be any splinters getting into the food. It looked like it had some irremovable stains and scratches on it, indicating previous use.

"We use the cutting board because it's flat and smooth," Emaline explained, running her hand over it to demonstrate the texture of the surface before she set it down next to the bowl. Putting the onion down on top of it, she showed the knife but didn't raise it between them like she had the others things. She was very careful with this. "Now, Savia, knives are dangerous. This is a knife. It cuts, I will show you what cutting looks like. Maybe that'll show you why it's a bad idea to cut yourself or others," she said, taking a stern and serious tone before she lowered the knife to the board. Holding the onion, she slices it through from top to pot along the long middle. This was how you cut them usually, but she was going to give half to Savia for her to try later on. The onion made cracking noises as it was cut, the knife scratching the surface of the board, sensations and sounds that were less susceptible to Taracians than some other creatures. It certainly sounded as dangerous as Emaline said to the uninitiated.

"You see, it cuts. Things that are cut are hard to bring back together, so be careful," she said with a stern tone as she pushed Savia's half to the edge of the board so it wouldn't be in the way. Cutting the edge of the stems off, she then slices the remaining part in half, pushing them next to the stems still attached to the onions. "Now we cut the stems, it's faster if you halve them first like this," she explained. "Now watch carefully. This takes practice to master, so don't worry if you're slow at first," she said before starting to slice. With quick, precise motions, she cut off small bits of the stems into small cylinders that piled up the further she went down the stems. It was a quick procedure, so she finished in a about ten seconds, pushing the small pile of cut stem into the bowl next to them. Juiced stained the board a little, but not too much.

Grasping the small white onion, she sliced it down vertically, separating them into small half-circles. The process was much faster than with the stems obviously since there wasn't much to cut, so she quickly dumped the result into the bowl.

"Now, you try," Emaline said with a warm smile, grasping the knive by the side of the stone blade and handing it to Savia the safe way. She perhaps didn't need to be so careful about savia herself but she'd definitely need to be careful with others. Others could get seriously hurt with such a tool. "I can guide your hand if you like," she said, moving her half of the spring onion to the middle of the board. she waited almost expectantly, her hand hovering next to Savia's if she needed assistance. She'd be more than welcome to show her motion.
 
Savia shrugged when Emaline asked how did she know the water was about to boil, but even if it wasn't an easy question to answer, the young girl tried her best anyways. "Tunnels dark, but I could move around. I feel... sound of things" it was troublesome to put it into words she didn't know when she wasn't even sure of what it was, as it came naturally to her. "My body... lots water, and I eat water... so I can feel water. Like touch, but no touch" she tried, in her mind making a link about her bodily composition and eating habits with her capability of detect changes in what constituted the main element of her body and diet. "I had no eyes, no ears, no nose... but I always felt water" she added, since it wasn't an ability that depended of the usual senses as she knew them.

"Cutting board?" Savia soon abandoned her self reflection to interest about something external and new. The odd sounding implement it turned out to be an extremely simple yet practical thing, but the point of interest was more in what it was used with. Savia looked in silence as Emaline talked about how dangerous it could be, how careful one had to be with such a thing. Small images of the intruders she killed came back once more, as they were armed with bigger knives, but they haven't been of no use against her older self. The smell of the freshly cut onion made Savia come back, focusing on the moment and task at hand. "Onion smell nice" she commented, moving around her button nose a bit, as it itched a bit.

"Knife hurt people, like guard weapon" Savia pondered out loud. "Savia careful, Savia will never hurt people" she nodded, looking with her eyes wide open to Emaline and Thiya as it was a promise. The girl moved slowly, but unassisted, seemingly capable of mimicking certain movements as well as she mimicked people. It was a cute little thing, as Savia's lips moved forming soundless words with each step, completely focused on the task at hand, taking it way too much seriously. "Savia slow, Savia careful..." she repeated, trying to make every step exactly as Emaline did but getting irregularly cut onion chunks as a result, unable to reproduce the process properly.

"Done!" Savia announced with the happy jingle of an accomplished little kid. "Look Emaline! Look Thiya! I cut the onion!" she said, taking pride on something that wasn't hard, but it had taken her so long and it took the use of a dangerous tool like a knife, so she was particularly happy about it. The onion's cut was irregular, but not by so much that was unusable. Most of her chunks were about the same sizes as the ones Emaline did, but a few were either bigger or smaller than perfect. Enjoying the wild smell of the onions, Savia touched the cutting board with a finger, absorbing the traces of juice that the cutting left there, shivering as she did so. "Onion strong... smell? Taste?" she commented, having trouble naming how she could feel the properties of the food with such a weird approach to it.
 
So, Savia felt the 'sound' of things? That made little to no sense. Of course, Emaline could hear the water boil, but as early as Savia heard it? It seemed unlikely. But the way Savia described it was almost a sense of water like she could feel it in a more spiritual way. The way she described it almost sounded like the urge to hunt and the instincts that came with it, only for water and less aggression. Curious...it seemed like she had a sixth, or even a seventh sense...of sorts. Emaline's curiosity was peaked, but she planned on keeping Savia on track for now. She could always look more into it later.

And indeed, it seemed like she had Savia's full attention and curiosity, which was needed when talking about such an important topic. She hadn't yet judged her strength, but her species seemed like one that would be strong without showing it if she really wanted to at least. Or maybe not, who knew, she certainly didn't, like most things about Savia. Yet she probably knew the most about her around here. Same went for most other species if she wanted to be honest. There was a slight exchange of cultures in the major cities, but out here? Depressingly little. She missed the time when she could live in the city and move from trader to trader, perusing the foreign craftsmanship. Those were times...before things started going downhill...

"Good, but remember, some species are more sensitive than others, and some people are more sensitive than others. Try not to hurt either," she said with a warm tone. It wasn't a lecturing one, more of a confirmation. She believed Savia when she said such things. There were an innocence and purity to Savia that made her word carry more weight. She didn't think Savia would ever hurt something, especially not after the traumatic experience that seemed to resurface sometimes. At the very least she should help her overcome that.

This innocence was beautifully reflected in the way Savia handled the knife. Carefully, trying to mimic Emaline's movements, while forming some words with her mouth. Were they her own? She couldn't quite tell. If they were, that only made it more adorable, if silly. Savia seemed incredibly excited to be able to cut them, and it all bubbled out of her when she finished. She was positively beaming with pride and joy. The onion was cut a bit irregularly and weird but it was done. Practice would help her along most likely.

Thiya looked up when she was mentioned, looking a bit tired, but she smiled warmly to make Savia feel good. But Emaline was more enthusiastic, putting a hand on Savia's shoulder, where she proceeded to gently rub it for a few seconds. "You did well Savia. you'll become better with practice," she said, looking down at the chunks. Carefully, she brought the bowl up to the end of it before angling the board, pushing all the pieces into the bowl with the back of her hand. There was now a sizeable amount inside the bowl, enough to put into their meal.

"Onion does smell very strong. It brings tears, like joy or sorrow...sorrow is sadness, tears are...you had some earlier. Water coming from your eyes," she explained, a bit distracted as she edged closer to the fire. Carefully, she dumped the bowl into it before taking the big serving spoon. It mixed rather well with it.

"It will be ready soon," she said, leaning back just a little bit. She felt unusually relaxed despite the rather perplexxing delivery this morning. It just irritated her that some kind of experimentation was going on that she didn't know about. It was rather interesting to study these things. But...what could she do tomorrow? She had to work with the other weavers of the village, and Thiya wanted to do something with her partner, presumably. She'd work extra hard so that she could afford taking the time off to take a trip with Savia. She really wanted to take Thiya with her too but she didn't know if they could afford it. Probably not, it was a long trip and they'd need to bring food and all. They had no horses, no carts, no way to carry any of it.

She'd have to think of something...

"Thiya? Are you out to meet your love tomorrow?" she asked as she turned her head to the dozing girl, prompting her to raise her head yet again. Might as well stay there considering the food was nearly done.

"Yes, from noon to sunfall," she replied, causing Emaline to frown slightly. It was enough time she supposed. It would just lead to Savia watching her wash. Then again, maybe that was a good thing.

"Could you watch over Savia while I'm with the weavers tomorrow morning? Some sister time together?" she asked with a smile, though her tone had gotten a little stern. Thiya noticed this, furrowing her brow a little. She still wasn't sure whether calling Savia her outright sister was a good idea, but she considered her part of the family. Besides, there was some amount of curiosity in her about Savia and how she functioned. Maybe it was a little selfish, maybe it would be helpful to her. Perhaps both.

"I can, we'll have lots of fun together! Don't you think Savia?" she asked with a wide smile as she looked back at the young girl. Emaline seemed to have disconnected from the conversation, prodding a little at the rice with the serving spoon which meant that Thiya and Savia had to look at each other through the flames. with Emaline blocking part of the view. But Thiya had warmed up to her and she seemed happy about it, so...
 
"Savia no hurt people anymore" she nodded obedient, loathing the idea but not letting it disturb her peace, happily helping at the kitchen. Emaline complimented her work and tried to explain the notion of how onion's strong smell could cause tears. "Happy tears, sad tears, onion tears..." Savia enumerated, trying to make some sense of the world around her and such a strange human reaction. "Tears complicated" she finally admitted, shaking her head, assuming that further knowledge would come with time. Besides cooking Savia could appreciate that Emaline was up to something, pensive and silent at times. She just waited, slightly rocking side to side, as a kid that couldn't stay still, looking at the cooking onion from time to time.

Savia frowned at the word love, not grasping what Emaline meant at first, but whatever reason she had to use that word Savia caught the gist of it, as she asked for Thiya's availability. It wasn't also something directed to her, so she understood that there was no reason to struggle over every word and meaning, being a bit patient for once. The mention of her name made Savia perk up a bit, stopping her attention on the cooking altogether to stare at Thiya with hopeful eyes. She didn't quite know what kind of task would have Emaline busy the next morning as she didn't quite understand what she had to do, but all of that paled with the chance of being with Thiya for a while. Not only that meant a chance of learning new things from a new person, but also bonding with her a bit after a quite rocky start.

Thankfully Thiya seemed enthused by the idea and didn't argue with their mother, so Savia's expression, specially those bright eyes of her, went from hopeful happiness to utter joy. "Fun together!" she echoed, more akin with the notion that Thiya wanted to get across than the word fun itself. Thiya wanted to have a good time with her, so that meant learning more, being close, being nice. Sure the daughter was different from the mother, so Savia was already eager for the morning to come, curious to see what Thiya had in mind while Emaline wasn't around.

The flames were something of a nuisance between them, but Savia was happy to share that sentiment of joy with Thiya. She would taste Emaline's cooking once it was done, out of curiosity and just a taste, as she didn't need that kind of sustenance and the market had taught her that a resource like food was a valuable one that couldn't be wasted. Despite her eagerness for the morning to come and the excitement about having her own bed, Savia would probably sleep soundly that night, not too different from an exhausted kid that had quite an active day.
 
Thiya's eyes began to shift around a little from her mother to Savia and back now that they had caught the attention of the girl by using her name. She didn't quite know how to react. especially since her mother was still talking to her and she was starting to miss out on some words. So she tried to focus for just a second. She ultimately agreed, which made the young shapeshifter cheer with visible joy in those eyes of hers. The reaction was so genuine and cute that Thiya couldn't help but chuckle sweetly, smiling as she got a little more comfortable under her covers. Savia was so cute, she felt guilty about staring at her chest for a bit too long. Maybe she'd like it? Obviously, Thiya was already taken and they were sisters so...it wasn't really weird if she complimented Savia on her looks just to make her happy. She definitely seemed to value her word...in a cute and naive way, not that she would abuse it or anything...

Emaline was still busy preparing the food, but it was done quite soon. And the spring onion did serve to create a great difference in taste, especially for someone who could taste as accurately as Savia could. Thiya seemed to enjoy herself as her mother relished in the past, trying to taste out every note and where she'd tasted it for her first time. Today was a very nostalgic day for her, and she loved thinking about the past, as sad as it could make her. Emaline tried to get Savia to eat a little more but Thiya gave her a look in support of Savia's request. The girl didn't need any sustenance and saving money, they could do more interesting things. In many ways, it was the ideal scenario, a worker that needed no food or drink to get more money in the house, but neither of them thought of Savia that way, though the possibility did occur to Thiya.

This gave Savia the time to get to know her new bed, its relative soft material, its shape. It felt different to sleep in your own bed and depending on how you laid it was more comfortable in regards to the Taracian anatomy. No doubt that some of the positions would feel more or less comfortable if you had horns and heels like the woman Savia had set her eyes on today. But it wasn't long until she'd fallen asleep, much to Emaline's joy. If she knew anything about kids or at least beings that acted like kids, it was that they needed a good night's sleep.

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The morning arrived soon thanks to the summer sun, but thankfully their small hut was well-built and not too much of it got in past the wooden barricades. Emaline was as always the early bird, allowing the other girls to sleep a little longer as she prepared some food for herself and her daughters. Just some grains that wouldn't need much cooking and a bit of onion on top for flavour. She was tempted to introduce Savia to the flavour of salt at some point, but she wanted to make it something special for her. And the more money she saved the earlier she could start taking Savia to places she could otherwise only imagine in her wildest dreams. The fantastic cities outside of Taracia and their exotic residents were a sight that she was certain would satisfy even savia's endless curiosity. But for now, she had to meet up with the village weavers.

She gently woke up Thiya, making sure not to bump against her semi-erect appendage. Young girls and their hormones were all over the place. Thiya was sure to have very healthy children, she hoped at least. She didn't even want to waste a thought on possible complications.

As her daughter began to stir, she lowered herself a little to whisper to her quietly so that she wouldn't wake up Savia. She wanted the girl to have all the sleep the needed, and to give Thiya a little heads up. she knew her daughter, she wasn't oblivious to her body's needs.

"I've made you some grain from the second field. How about you go a bit into the woods for a bit of privacy and come back to wake Savia okay?" she asked nicely, to which the slightly groggy Thiya nodded, noting that her sex was as active as it always was in the morning. She slipped out of bed quietly, taking her wash cloak which was essentially just a rudimentary piece of clothing to be used when going for a wash to have some basic cover as she slipped out the door, quickly making her way out back. Emaline knew this routine, smiling as she set Thiya's food onto a stool before leaving out the front door.

It didn't take long for Thiya to return, though she was noticeably more awake and looking a little drained. She went to a pot of old water, opening it so that she could use it to the tip of her cock a little, washing any remainder of it out and a bit that splashed on the side. She was fine now and her female side didn't cause much of a problem, so she dried herself off before walking over to her new sister. She was sleeping rather cutely. Was it sleep? Or was she aware of what happened around her? who knew...

For a second she was tempted to sit on top of her but she wasn't going to do that before knowing the limits of what the girl could tolerate. But... she did kind of want to cuddle though. She wanted the girl to warm up to her a bit and enjoy the things sisters could do that she'd never been able to do...so...

very gently she picked up the edge of the cover, slipping a leg underneath it. Her balls made a slight slapping noise against her other leg from her shifting angle as she slid it deeper, next to Savia's warm leg. Slipping her body into the front part, she slipped in her other leg, resting on her knees on the bed. It creaked slightly in response but it could definitely take the two of them. Her fat round balls were on top of Savia's and her left leg, Thiya's sizeable appendage pressing against her body and hers against Thiya's in turn. Savia had such a nice, round bosom, but Thiya's was on the larger side as well, which she promptly planted beneath Savia's. The soft flesh would feel quite interesting, as would having thiya's head rest on top of her own.

"Wake up Savia, we're gonna have a full morning just for the two of us~" she whispered, not wanting to frighten the poor girl when she woke up. She just wanted a bit of a sneaky cuddle~
 
Sleep caught Savia with the lingering taste of the spring onion and the comfort of her new own bed, happy that she had things to do with Thiya the next day since the girl was warming up to her. Savia had sweet dreams, away from any dark thoughts, of new places, new people, sleeping face up with the mouth open wide and feeling completely safe. Morning lights and noises didn't reach her, even if she was somewhat aware on a deep level, none of it reached her conscious mind as poised no danger to her. As the time went by, Savia could feel pressure, warmth and small hints of moisture, as a well rested and relaxed Thiya laid her voluptuous body atop Savia's own curves. Feeling in a cozy mood, Savia hugged Thiya close to her even before opening her eyes, as she was aware of who she was for the voice.

Slowly but shining with the same curiosity they usually had, Savia's green eyes looked down at Thiya's playful ones while her sister used her oversized breasts as a cushion of sorts. She also felt her prick slightly chubbier than usual, yet not hard, and the presence of Thiya's bountiful gifts. Savia knew she wasn't supposed to touch people like that, or so Emaline said, but it felt nice having Thiya so close and Emaline wasn't around to chastise her. "Morning Thiya" she said, still sounding a bit slow, somewhat groggy. There, flesh against flesh, Savia was happy and safe, feeling something different than when Emaline hugged her, but also good.

"Sister naked hug good?" she questioned Thiya, knowing that such practice wasn't anywhere near proper with strangers or outside, yet the boundaries of nakedness and personal contact were still fuzzy for Savia. "Feels good" she added, squeezing Thiya gently against her prodigious chest. "Full morning hug?" Savia wondered, not knowing what should she do or what was expected of her. The girl's chubby penis twitched a couple times against Thiya's warm, soft body, but it still was far from an embarrassing erection. After all Savia felt more happy, safe and pleased by Thiya's acceptance and physical show of care than excited. The situation of being in bed disrobed and with Thiya would be arousing for almost anyone, as the young girl was a dazzling beauty, but Savia wasn't there yet, having Thiya's approval meaning more for her than the physical part of it, at least so far.

"Savia wants to learn. Savia wants to be good sister" she insisted, behaving surprisingly little sister-like. In the end, Emaline could be a lovely caretaker and a wonderful teacher, but Thiya, closer in her perceived age, seemed something more approachable as a role model, so Savia was willing to impress her.
 
Watching the girl awaken was a cute sight, so much was certain. and the girl was always remarkably...clean? She could be groggy, she could be excited, her hair could be in disarray, but her skin, her body, it was never very dirty or oily. Thiya found that fascinating. She didn't have a problem with unclear skin by any stretch of the imagination but the thought of being completely immune to it was rather tempting.

Savia wrapped her arms around her as she felt the pressure on top of her long before she opened her eyes, which only served to boost her cuteness. Those curious eyes and slightly groggy expression made Thiya warm up to the girl. This really was just like having a younger sister, something she kinda wished she had for as long as she could think. Her mother obviously wanted to avoid the horrors of child death, and her father died too early to make any more significant attempts, but now...it felt like life was making things up to her by giving her this super-sister with superpowers, though that was perhaps a slightly self-centred view of things.

She felt Savia's chubby cock give her the occasional prod, which was to be expected. If she weren't so spent Thiya's might be doing the same. "Morning Savia~" she said with a playful smile, planting a gentle kiss on the side of Savia's right breast. She didn't want to tease the poor girl too much, especially since she didn't have her body under control it seemed, so she tried to limit the amount of teasing she did. "Oh yeah the hug is nice" she said, though her lips pursed approvingly when Savia squeezed her bosom ever so slightly. The giel was very attractive, and she was in a playful mood, but she didn't want to tease the girl.

She gave Savia a big cuddle, holding her tight as nuzzled her nose against the soft, plump slope of Savia's bosom. They were really comfortable, really soft and warm. She remained there for a few more seconds, resting her head on those marvelous pillows before beginning to withdraw slightly.

"You're so cute, you're gonna give people a hard time resisting you. Works just as well as looks!" She said, not quite on one level with savia since she didn't understand the sheer concept of sexuality yet. Savia did think she was going to teach her something though. That was perhaps...technically true? It made her feel a little guilty about her own curiosity, but she could be forgiven if it had a benefit for Savia right? The first hours of a barely human Savia among them was almost forgotten, and Thiya was fascinated by her ability to change shape, colour, texture. Her daughter had also dropped a few details about their town visit. There was a...certain amount of things she wanted to probe Savia for.

Very gently, she began to slip off the bed, the warmth of Thiya's body still prominent as she made sure the covers went down quickly to keep it in. Savia looked cute all covered and warm, but she was done obsessing over her new sister...for now. The way she fed into her conscious and sub-conscious desires was uncanny at minimum.

Thiya nude body was such a wondrous thing to watch. How her bosom moved with gravity when she got up, shaking slightly as she walked, how her rear rippled very slightly with every step, how her massive balls swung from side to side. The human anatomy was beautiful and fascinating.

"I'll get dressed and eat what Emaline left me. Wanna taste a bit of grain you haven't had before? Better hurry and get dressed before I finish it all~" she teased, looking rather amused at how much Savia wanted to please her, but she still innately objected to abusing that power.
 
The boundaries Savia started to learn about, the ones that Emaline carefully built around her, started to crumble. One wasn't supposed to touch another one's breasts without permission, and yet Thiya not only kissed her magnificent right one, but Savia liked it. Maybe if she didn't enjoy Thiya's lips on her flesh she would have argued, even if she wanted to please her new sister, but as the sensation had been pleasant Savia was more than ready to let Thiya do whatever she pleased for the time being. How Thiya peacefully rested her head on Savia's ample bust lend the girl some peace, sorely needed since she couldn't quite understand what Thiya started to talk about just after.

What resistance she talked about? Savia couldn't know, as she wasn't going to attack anyone anymore so there was no reason to resist to her. It seemed to have something to do with how she looked, but as far as Savia knew, she was just fine, so she tried to not overthink her words too much. Savia had a chance to closely inspect Thiya's body soon after she arrived there, but one thing was learning from it with a certain distance and another entirely to observe it while it moved, swayed, rubbed against hers. There was a calling, an interest there beyond mere knowledge, mere curiosity. It was the start of something fierce, embarrassing, private and enticing, but Savia still had trouble deciphering it even after what happened the night before.

"Just taste, yes" Savia nodded, finding the food as something that could distract her from her sister's physique. A small tent had gone unnoticed, forming on the crumpled covers around Savia's groin, but it wasn't anything full or extraordinary and it deflated soon enough as Savia had some dressing to do, distracted from the show Thiya was putting out. Savia noticed her penis slightly chubbier than usual but not engorged enough as to turn into trouble, so she promptly ignored it. Dressed layer by layer in simple clothes, paying special attention to the proper binding and tying of the underwear.

Once she was done, a bit slow as she practiced, Savia joined Thiya, but more than asking about the peculiar food she was supposed to share, Savia had another question entirely different. "Cute?" she wondered out loud. "Savia cute?" she repeated.
 
Thiya broke certain taboos that Emaline had hinted at or set in place, yet she made it seem natural. There was definitely a difference in how both Thiya and Emaline acted towards her and each other compared to how they acted to strangers, but this was very different, very strange. There was a strong sense of intimacy, a strong lack of restrictions put upon them and Thiya had a confidence and beauty that made whatever she did seem right.

Thiya was pleased that Savia seemed interested and susceptible to her teasing, eating some of her grains but not too much. she wanted to tease Savia with the possibility of there not being anymore but she felt it would be too cruel not to give her any. She may not need it but new sensations were such a joy for Savia...

She was starting to find less issue with seeing Savia as a sister. In a very multi-racial world tribes remained largely homogenous, but mutual existence was common and Savia definitely ticked all the boxes visually and personally what a Taracian would be. Though contrary to Emaline's very soft and respectful tone, Thiya's seemed playful, but as if she thought Savia to be a simple creature, treating her more like a pet on occasion, perhaps due to her as of yet underdeveloped state.

She did indeed fail to notice the slight reaction of Savia's manhood though as she got dressed. She did like watching those big, soft boobs Savia possessed idly shift and bounce about. They were a joy to watch. But likewise, Thiya was an incredible joy for someone like Savia to watch who was interested in the human anatomy. The way her balls were pushed up in their sack when she applied her genitals covers, the way her tone thighs and soft rear rippled ever so slightly, more intensely the stronger her movement was. The way her own breasts jostled, how her hair flowed. Thiya was a symphony of Taracian beauty, as were many of the village women. Nonetheless, there was jealousy between them. Whether Savia was able to feel jealousy was another question, but it was certainly part of the humanoid experience.

When Savia finished putting her clothes on Thiya was long done, having much more experience in that matter. She was eating her grains but quite gladly handed Savia a spoonful of it when she sat down next to her. The onions and their smell were familiar, but eating cold, wet food was definitely new. It tastes weird, a bit like mush because of how the grain, onion and fluid mixed into each other when chewing. It was a very different taste, but also quite nice. While spring onions taught Savia subtle differences, the chunky grain would certainly teach her the more extreme differences even going down to the previously mandatory-seeming practice of cooking.

"Hah, you're definitely cute~" Thiya said, looking at her sister as she relished in this new and foreign taste. "Oh...you don't know what that means, do you? Well...have you seen a baby before? probably not...um...it's a kind of being pretty I guess. Cute things remind us of baby animals like big shiny eyes or small delicate things...I can't really explain..." she said, seemingly unsure of herself. She didn't really know how to explain these things. She didn't have the wisdom of her mother, though she didn't realise that the valid comparison to babies put her way ahead of her peers in that regard.

"I have to show you one at some point. But when we're done eating, I wanted to take you into the woods a little, have some fun before Emaline comes back~" she said with a smile as she ate another bit of her bowl of grains. It wasn't that big of a portion, but thankfully they never had to worry that much about food. Savia never had to worry about having food she realised. Damn, what people wouldn't give to have that kind of ability.
 
Dressing was a bit easier and more common each day, but it still took Savia a while to make sure that everything was in place and she didn't do any mistakes that would be telling of her foreign nature. The tip of her tongue poked through her lips from time to time in a cutesy gesture of focus and effort without her even thinking of it, as she picked more and more mannerisms along the way. When she was finished Thiya was already eating, something that made Savia hurry and soon sit next to her in a hop, just to notice that there was still plenty left and she could still try that new thing. Her face as she tasted the cold grain was a poem, as she went from surprise to disorient to an awkward smile. "New. Different. Weird. Nice" she tried to summarize. "I like... wet? I need wet" she nodded, having yet some trouble with particular words.

She was about to hop down her seat when Thiya not only confirmed Savia was cute, but more importantly also informed her as best as she could of what that meant. "Baby..." she mused, having seen people of many ages on the market but no one so young. In her head it made a bit of sense, but it was a hard notion to clear since her own age was a multi faceted mystery. She had been created who knew how long ago, but she was new to having a human conscience, yet she looked like a teenager. Maybe that was the appropriate look for her even more than Savia could guess. Someone that was still young, yet stepping into adulthood while suffering a lot of changes.

"Eating, eating..." Savia hopped down her seat as Thiya talked about finishing eating, going close to the kitchen area for a small cup that she promptly filled with water from the pots. Bringing it back to the table, she sat carefully to not spill it next to Thiya once more, and started sipping from it. "Savia needs water. I can... eat water from... air" she tried to explain to her once more. "River wet clothes, sun dry clothes" Savia tried to establish a comparison like some that Emaline used to teach her. "Air also wet or dry, I can drink wet air" she explained, caressing the skin on her arm. "But water easier, faster" she shrugged, returning to drink from her cup.

"Ah, woods..." Savia nodded to Thiya's idea, although her face soon turned into one of caution and worry. "No cougar?" she asked, remembering how Emaline and her met at the woods when that animal was about to attack Savia.
 
Savia was unbearably cute when she experienced new things, and so Thiya offered her a second spoonful even if the girl didn't require it at all. Though it was perhaps more complicated than simple cuteness. Emaline was a good parent, even if she had to raise Thiya alone which was usually quite detrimental. She'd fostered a lovd for the exotic and foreign. Thiya however didn't enjoy travelling, diminishing Emaline's hopes of her daughter following in her footsteps. But now that she had a both foreign and exotic person sitting next to her, that fostered curiosity had room to unfold. Just that the concept of age would be so confusing to her was a marvel on its own. Something so natural, something Thiya had been taking for granted for years, that everyone she knew took granted, yet Savia was barely conscious of it, barely understood the concept. If only she knew how to explain it with the same wisdom and insight as her mother...

But even as she thought about saying something more clear, Savia stood up, much to Thiya's confusion, walking to what could be described as the kitchen area of the hut. The cup wasn't used and by purpose or sheer coincidence Savia seemed to take the right amphorae. From where she sat Rhiya twisted her head to see, trying to judge what Savia was doing. Nothing out of the ordinary it seemed.

"That one is for drinking, the one at the back is wash water, dirty!" She said, trying not to seem like Savia was doing something wrong. She definitely wasn't, even if Thiya was still confused as to what Savia was trying to do. Of course getting a glass of water was completely normal but she seemed like she wanted to show her something, not to mention Savia still didn't know how to use certain things.

She sat down next to Thiya, trying to explain to the best of her ability what she meant. It was something she had explained to Emaline before, but now she had a few more words at her disposal to describe it. Water from air, river wet, sun dry... "you mean?...huh, so you can take water...from the air...like when the heat makes water fade...so it goes in the air, and you can catch it?" Thiya asked, sounding slightly confused. It didn't make much sense in her mind but nothing about her new sister made sense so she let it slide. "I guess water would be fast. you drink as much as you want!" she replied with a smile as she ate the last few bits of her breakfast.

But Savia seemed to have a worried expression when she came to the forest bit. Cougar...was there something Emaline didn't tell her about how she met Savia yesterday? Was there a cougar involved? She did NOT want to be in the same forest part that a cougar was.

But they were quite territorial, and her mother usually picked berries further away to the north, so if the went to the eastern trees just behind the village, there shouldn't be any problem...or that's what she hoped at least.

"I don't think so?...the cougar should be somewhere else, usually there aren't that many in one place," she said as she set her somewhat lumpy dish aside after making sure to get everything she could. Food was not something to be wasted by any means. "Um...if you're scared we can...you know what, just walk with me!" she said, walking back to where Savia sat to help her up by her arm. Thiya had an expression of...fun? on her face as she took Savia by the hand, a gesture she was familiar with thanks to Emaline. It did feel quite a bit different though. Having this energetic, beautiful young woman holding your hand was much weirder and intimate than having your calm and warm mother hold your hand in a comforting way.

When Savia set her cup down, she gleefully led Savia outside, putting up the wooden barricade while still holding Savia's hand. It was a bit difficult with one hand but she was determined to keep holding it. Still, she didn't exactly consider how people would react to seeing someone who was engaged running off holding hands with a girl they'd never seen before. The meeting of weavers lowering the pool of potential spies was a blessing as Thiya whisked Savia away with her into the trees. The smell was immediately different. rather than the slightly humid smell inside the hut, the smell of earth and trees was everywhere, yet the air felt remarkably clear and pure. The ground was unsteady, slightly harder to navigate with the flat surface of a sandal. Perhaps Zadean feet could deal with it better? Perhaps, but they would probably suffer more dire consequences when they did step on a rock or twig.

The forest seemed much more alive than the village. As interesting as it was to see people going about their work, it felt like a ghost town compared to the city. the forest was almost like the city in a weird way. Birds, insects, small animals, slightly larger animals like foxes. None of these would be things that Savia knew anything about, despite being in the forest when she first started out. After achieving a kind of sentience only the wise words of a mother could give you, things looked much different. Savia's height also affected it. Things were different when you were much taller than a blob.

Thiya seemed to slow down, trying to look for something. It was a shame the skirt was too long for Savia to see Thiya's thighs and rear. It was interesting biologically and invoked...strange feelings. Nonetheless, her bosom bounced with every leap over a branch or twig, incredibly seductive, even if Savia's were much more interesting to look at. Strangely enough, Thiya had something similar but different on her mind as she finally found what she was looking for in the form of a clearing. The clearing was small, about seven meters wide, though neither of them had any way to measure it.

Thiya slowly ground to the halt when they entered it as she looked around, smiling as she saw the beauty of the forest, the birds flying up from the branches they sat in. It was magical in a way...

"I love the forest, the air is nice, it's nice and private...I love to come here with my love~" she said, looking like she was marvelling in memories. but it didn't take her long to look back at Savia looking rather excited for some reason. "But that's not why we're here. I actually wanted to get to know you a bit. Is there anything you can't change into?" she asked, throwing a bunch of strange words at her in a strange context, but the message was clear. It seemed like Thiya was interested in her inhuman side, despite Emaline's best efforts to make her a true Taracian to cure her resentment of her past.
 
Savia enjoyed the clean water as Thiya tried to understand what she could do. Neither of Savia's nor Thiya's explanations could nail what Savia was able to do, but they were good enough to reach an understanding. That way, Savia just nodded when Thiya tried to put it in words, happy to share those moments with her. The cougar thing seemed to startle Thiya, did Emaline said something about not sharing that? With all the excitement of those past days Savia couldn't remember, as her memory was far from perfect, but it seemed that Thiya wasn't too scared about it, being more concerned about keeping Savia safe, something that made the girl feel warm inside. It wasn't like she was scared, not really as Savia didn't even fully understand what the word mean although she could grasp at the notion, but she accepted Thiya's hand nonetheless.

It felt nice, soft but full of energy. It was still a loving touch, but where Emaline's was mostly gentle, Thiya's touch was... enticing? Invigorating? Feelings of wanting to do something started to warm Savia, but she didn't know what to do about those, so she just coasted them happily while being stuck to Thiya. Getting out of the house and leaving it closed was a bit awkward with their permanent contact, but Savia appreciated the extra effort with a wide smile and small giggles as Thiya hurried her into the forest, away from any stares. "Smell clean" Savia appreciated, finding the air in the forest specially fresh but lacking of a wider vocabulary to express so. The girl could almost taste the air, quite literally in her case, and it was nice even if it entailed leaning against Thiya from time to time due to the unsteady nature of the ground.

"So noisy! But good!" Savia commented, as the forest displayed all its life around her. It was kind of like the city market, with all its bustle, but where that felt as a suffocating byproduct of concentrating the civilization, something that haven't been perfected yet, the forest came across with complete natural beauty. There were many things to see and hear, to wonder about and ask for information, but as Thiya slowed down, Savia's attention didn't veer much from her sister. Savia followed Thiya's eyes to the birds chirping around, then back to her. "Beautiful" she just uttered, slightly tightening her grip on Thiya's hand.

It certainly was a special place on its own, but also in Thiya's eyes. Savia didn't knew much yet, but even the inexperienced girl could notice how her older sister felt there. "Love..." Savia muttered, the most repeated word on Thiya's charming sentence. The spell didn't quite break, but it faded a bit when Thiya focused and asked a question directly to Savia. "Hmmmmmm" the girl's familiar humming echoed low on the clearing, a sound she tended to make when thinking deeply about an issue. "I can't do big or small..." she tried to finally explain. "Big water or small water. Bigger water, bigger Savia, smaller water, smaller Savia" she added. In the end she could shift her shape in many wondrous ways, and given her magical nature she had plenty of leeway with what she could do, but bigger forms or smaller ones would require drinking lots of water or getting rid of it, as it was the main component of her form.

"Savia haven't tried much" she admitted, not wanting to disappoint her sister. In the end, besides her natural form, the one of the girls she killed, Thiya's copy and her actual form, she haven't shifted into anything else.
 
Savia definitely seemed to enjoy the forest so far. It wasn't exactly what she expected but Savia probably knew the forest well-enough already. The girl was much more interested in new things which was understandable after all that's why she was here as well. But Savia did seem to catch her mention of the word love. Maybe she shouldn't have mentioned it? As much as she enjoyed herself now, she really did not want to be the one to explain the concept of love or attraction. Someone would have to do it sooner or later considering Savia quite obviously felt attraction to people seeing how she'd gotten erect against her will yesterday, which was also quite weird. She didn't seem to have done it herself so the question remained, how accurate were her transformations?

The explanation made some sense certainly. She needed something to use to change herself. But it made things a bit difficult. She didn't have a source of water handy. If water was the only thing holding her back, what could she turn into? The more she thought about it, the more she realised that the possibilities were endless, to an almost frightening degree. Surely there was a limit somewhere. Speaking of limits, the strength of those capable ofwielding advanced magic, as Emaline had explained to her, could be recognised by their exotic bodies compared to the rest of their species. How would she even be able to judge that on something like Savia?

She was looking around, trying to remember if there was any small pond or river nearby. There was one but it was a bit of a walk. Maybe later...Savia did have a glass of water earlier...if that was enough. And she could drink water from the air! But somehow she felt like that wasn't going to be enough to make a huge difference. Whatever, they'd manage.

"So that's how it works. Um, it's fine if you haven't tried it much, that's actually why we're here!" Thiya responded, trying to think of what they could do next. Maybe they should start small...not physically since she didn't want Savia to lose all her water but with things she's already done before. Her clothes were part of her form anyway weren't they?

"I was gonna help you try it out a bit! It's something only you can do, it makes you special!" She tried to explain with a smile. She didn't exactly know where Savia stood regarding this ability of hers, but her curiosity was quite strong.

"Do you think you could turn into...wait, didn't mother tell me you saw a Zadean yesterday?" She asked with noticeable curiosity. She had always been bothered by not seeing more of them around, having to travel to the city to even occasionally see one of them. "Do you think you have enough water to turn into the Zadean you saw?" She asked with growing excitement. She didn't want to overtax the girl on the first try but maybe bridging the gap between the living and inanimate was sensible if she could think of a way to slowly transition?
 
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