The Aeltin Cliffsides were a ragged edge of mountains that broke away from the normal run of the Kilanthro's to stretch out against the sea. Years of ocean waves carved the rocks into weather worn wonders whom the ancient Aeltin clan claimed had been the fallen, petrified faces of past Gods. Here, the earth ran deep, with colors ranging from ashen blues to deep, nearly black crags. And not a speck of this strip of land could mirror another, from the Yellow Bay and it's calm, serene silver waters, to the choppy, untamable rapids and towering waves along Dreygon's Bluffs.
Sandy beaches were few and far between, even Yellow Bay's sands were gritty at beast and left much to be desired. And Yellow Bay was always chilly, hardly a place to go swimming, unless it was summer, and even in the summer the waters were ice cold.
Further south and past the bluffs the land and ocean cut open to a more peaceful valley, where Allar City remains perched and the seas barely visible from the shallow mountains that protect it. Here is where the sands seem more sustainable, and long winded, and the temperatures a bit fairer. It is why here many docks line the shores and fishermen make their living threaded along the many mariners and their ships coming in and out of Allar City docks.
Many proud banners from all over the world flapped along the boardwalk, where internal trade was held with warm regards. One could purchase many fine goods on the docks; from the finest Serenian silver, to master crafted Adelan blades as well as rare fruits and vegetables from the islands both due south east of Allar, and also as far away as Hyotian islands and the Yoreiqi.
People could even be purchased at any price; from good stock of men carted up from the deep south; to fine women waiting to become the next temptress at the local brothel.
'No, you're lieing,' the girl once said, only a day into her new home in Allar City.
'I can prove it. Watch the men lined up the purchase 'er. They all have sly and greedy expressions. And see how they all 'ave a funny bulge in the front of their pants?"
The girl made a face.
"What of it?"
"That's a man's sex. Your old enough to learn about that now. You're nearly sixteen. I learned about all this when I was ten."
Angered the boy seemed to want to one up her, she jutted her chin out to inform him,
"Who says I don't know anything about men and sex?"
"Then you won't mind seeing our bet for yourself. Though I'm going to personally see what Master Lemmon's is gonna do w'it her... I'm not sure it'd be a place for a girl- especially one so noble as you, Lady Marcell.'
She didn't like the way he spoke her name, as if using it were a means to actually better himself when he had barely a station himself. Eggard was a round faced boy, same age as her brother, and was handsome enough, she supposed. He had been her first kiss, and the first boy she'd seen everything of. Even still, she hadn't shamed herself to show off the same. After all, she was only just becoming a woman, and hadn't had her first blood just yet, which embarrassed her when eventually she was asked by her father.
It made her uncomfortable how openly men spoke of these things, and though her Aunt Jundie tried to comfort her, she merely pushed the budding girl along to let her know, "Well, you're going to learn sooner rather than later." And "At least in my day I had my cousin to teach me- and let me tell you, it was some ride!"
Even still, the little naive woman was blossoming, and many men had their eyes on the eye pleasing young Lady Marcell. Gavriella was everything a man could want in a bride, and her father often said it, and often reminded her how important it was to keep her body in check. He had even go so far as to call her out about her little romps with Eggard- reminding her if she isn't pure by the time her wedding comes, she'd not only hang Eggard, but his punishment couldn't even be spoken for what he'd do to her for shaming their family.
It was always important, she was told, how strong the family blood needed to be. And that's why he focused primarily on Andreas's future- but now as he saw his only daughter coming of age, he began to turn his attentions to her. He was a picky man, but knew he'd be able to fetch a good alliance with her. Same went for his son, though he was to be a duke- his heir, and next ruler of Allar. Though often times he wished things were easiest to just wed his two children and be done with it,- but then again- what good would that be? Only creating an alliance within itself.
Gavriella just took it all in stride, awkwardly traipsing the fine line between a noble woman, and a young girl still living out her childhood desires- for now she was walking barefoot along Barely creek-a cold water, rocky stream that wove it's way towards the cliff sides and to Seamar's falls.
She was by herself, which she knew she might get whipped for- but she needed to be alone. She had taken homage with her brother over a lot of things, but as their journey from their southern home lead them to their sudden rise in nobility, she found herself feeling more and more confused. Her brother and Eggard were the only boys she could interact with- and though she had kissed them both; it was only within the past few weeks she began to develop cheek burning feelings that often lead her to masturbating quite frequently over certain fantasies inside her head.
Only a month before Eggard had touched her in places that made her feel strange, and at night she had spotted him rutting with a stable girl....
Only then did she begin to feel strange not only towards him, but her brother as well. Though they had grown up together, she had noticed in the passing years he was becoming very handsome. His shoulders broadened, his voice deepened, and he began to take on the stubbling shadow of a beard. And his eyes...
She couldn't help but felt his dark green eyes were so dreamy, unlike her own that she always fervently wished would change shades. But he had always told her her eyes were as beautiful as the sky-a nd it always warmed her.
But now she was finding herself craving more warmth from him, as an unnatural curiosity grew. Seeing Eggard and the girl should have prompted her to envision herself with Eggard-
But having gone skinny dipping only a few weeks prior with Egg and her brother, she found herself extremely drawn to the way her brother's body was developing. And it had since lead her to become some what distant from him because as she thought about what a man and woman ought to do.....
The man in her fantasy was her brother, and each night when she touched herself, it was the same.
Last night she and her brother had gotten into a fight- a really insignificant, frivolous fight, but one none the less. They were talking about women for Andreas to marry and all she could think about was how much he prospect of him becoming married angered her. She ended up striking out at him and was sent to her room- but when he tried to approach her, she had locked him out of the bedroom and after crying to herself for several hours- she wanted to remain alone.
The heat from what she desired she hoped could be cooled by the sea winds, which she could feel through the tall spiked topped pines whose scent mingled with the ocean salts. She had made it all the way to the cliff's edge where the waters rushed down into the oceans below in a proud power that was all nature.
But then she was found, brought back home and her father scolded so harsh Gavriella thrust her hate upon him, made a tantrum but then was struck across the face. Her Aunt eventually intervened and Gavriella was sent to her room, once again finding herself in tears that soiled her bed linens.
And as she was sobbing, there was a sudden knock at the door. And she was surprised to find it was Eggard.
"What do you want?" she asked, eyes glossy like sharp glass. "I know you're the one who told my father. So don't try to deny it!"
"Actually, I came because I didn't."
The look Eggard was wearing confused her to no end and made her more upset than she wanted to admit.
"Look... I know you saw me.... and Rayella and I-"
Whatever Eggard was trying to say to her she didn't want to hear anything of it, and soon she was throwing pillows and brushes and anything else she could get her hands on to flush him out of her room. She eventually got him cornered and found herself pink cheeked and screaming, "Get out! Get out of my room! I never want to see you again, Eggard! Never! Ever!"