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Chapter 4

Chapter 2: Trail of Melted Snow
Added Thu Dec 10 22:31:37 2015 at level 16:

Beneath the vicious gaze of the Matron, Ilazmi, servant of the Handmaiden of the Matron,
secretly plotted the Matron's death. Her daily pain of serving that vile bitch eating away at her
slowly over the centuries. She fantasized only of her agonizing, violent end. She would have
never imagined her birthed child would bring her reign crashing down. A fitting end for the
controlling wretch.

The nurse, Ilazmi, rushed through the corridor, frigid babe clutched to her rapidly cooling breast,
her nipples painfully hard. This was the sign she had been waiting for. Many faiths were present
in the ever-warring houses of the Underdark. Some wore theirs openly, but Ilazmi did not. She
worshipped Jormyr, Lord of Destruction, and this was his child, she knew it. Her heart pounded
in excitement, her body flush with hormone.

Back in her private stone chambers she extinguished the sconces and immersed the mewling
infant in frigid water from an underground spring, but it was not cold enough to comfort her. She
thought back to the birthing chamber, how the healers had cried out to kill the cursed child and
how she had invoked a blinding prayer upon them, scooped up the infant, burning her hands
upon the blistering cold in the process, and fled.

The strangely cold blue infant wailed and she somehow knew instinctively if it was not soothed
with ice its cries would draw the patrollers. She kissed its forehead, leaving her lips blistered,
and fled to the icy surface, deep in the throes of winter.

Emerging upon the Frigid Wasteland Ilazmi scooped as much snow as she could into a canvas
sack and fled back through the tunnels. The basin in which she had left a screaming infant now
contained a toddling child weeping in what seemed pain, perhaps confusion. Her tears a mass
of frozen ice upon her face. Ilazmi dropped to her knees and began rubbing the child down with
icy snow, calming her.

In a rare act, perhaps a primal instinct of motherhood long buried within her mind, she reached
out to embrace the child. Kyrrenthia nuzzled her face into Ilazmi's ample breasts, sucking at her
nipple. Immediately, and to her surprise, Ilazmi's breast provided nourishment to Kyrrenthia, the
feeling rushing through her body one of sheer ecstasy. Kyrrenthia sucked and suckled, holding
her face to Ilazmi's chest until the very blood within her body froze still. Kyrrenthia drank her fill
and released her grasp upon the nurse. She shattered when she hit the floor into a chaotic
pattern of ice and ebony darkness. Now yet older the blue girl followed the trail of melted snow
to through the tunnels to the surface, not knowing where, or what she really was.