No wait, that's not snow, it foam.

I open my eyes, finding myself in a strange flow of flowery smelling water and foam in the bathing chamber, cleaned of blood and muck... how did I get here?

"You're welcome." It says.

Oh... thanks? Wait. I thought that. I can think now, like when I'm in the mindscape, or when Madness gave me clarity. Thanks Logic.

"You're welcome." Says Logic.

The world is so much more... clear. Colorful. It's like a deep mist lifted itself from my perceptions.

Logic interjects with "Oh, please do keep describing. It's like a bedtime story to me."

Well, that killed the mood. Fine... Ooh, I felt angry. That's new.

"Your welcome." Says Urge.

Could you guys stop saying things for a bit? I kind of just want to... be. For a bit.

Silence.

Finally. I am... I. At least a little...

"Nameless? Hello? You've been in there for an hour! Have you slipped?" Cilla's voice comes from behind the door.

Nameless... No, that won't do...

I walk over to the door, answering with "I'm fine, Cilla. Just washing up."

No pauses... no need to stop and **** the words out...

I could dance and sing with how happy I am in this very moment; while still broken, I've finally reached a state of functionality at least capable of speech. You know what, I WILL describe the room for you, Logic, and I will go get a 'buzz', whatever that is, as soon as I can, Urge.

"Oh dear, he's lost it." Says Logic "But please do continue."

"Woohoo! Lets get fuck'n WILD!" Urge yells, dancing about in my head.

Lets see... The bathing chamber has stonework for its walls and ceiling similar to the other rooms; that of being slabs of stone melted together. The stone here seem to be smoothed over and polished. The flooring is wood, which has been wax coated to ensure it doesn't absorb water and rot away. The washing area itself seems to be a free flow of water pouring into a bathing basin carved into the earth; the water.seems to be coming from an unknown, most likely magical source. Once more, one of those white spheres hangs from ceiling; a Kinum's Sphere as Cilla calls them, which is regulating the temperature and humidity of the room. There is a indention in the stone wall holding many nice looking, well folded towels of various colors to dry with. Another indenture houses bathing utilites, such as brushes and soaps; one such bar of which now resting in the resivoir I was just it; I place said bar back in its place, reduced as it may be.

"Ah yesss... now the door!" Logic says in a way that sounds far too ****.

"Are you getting off to this?" Urge asks.

Ok, nevermind. The door is a door. I grab a towel and dry with it, folding it afterwards and placing it in its place in the wall, and attempt to flee the room before Logic can get too excited.

While naked.

With Cilla just outside.

Oops.

"Ack! Put some trousers on you brute!" She shouts, turning away and storming off, her face matching her cloak in hue.

After quickly finding my admittedly quite dirty trousers, I attempt to put them on, only for a stinging pain to occur at my backside. My tail is getting caught on them; something the previous oblivious nature of my mind couldn't notice. A quickly ripped hole just at the tailbone fixes the issue, and I leave the bathing chamber. My stomach grumbles once more, only to scream in joyous agony once I smell something positively amazing near the entrance of this temporary living space. The table.near the entrance now has three plates and mugs, two of which are mostly clean of any sustinaince, but the third is positivly stacked with various delicious looking foods, and the mug containing a foaming beverage of some kind.

"Beer." Says Urge in my head, voice quivering in anticipation.

Seeing my rabid expression; a now less flustered Cilla who had been sitting in a nearby leather chair says "Ah, yes. They brought a meal for us. Nice town so far; although, they don't have nearly as much fish. A damn shame."

"So the last plate is mine?" I ask, getting a strange look from Cilla.

"Yes, Nameless, it is..." She says, moving from her chair towards one of the beds, pulling out her quill and paper.

I ignore her, and rush to the plate; beginning to eat all I can. The plate and mug are cleaned just as Gabriella re-enters the home... why am I a bit dizzy?

Urge's voice blurbs out, slurred. "Oh yeah... that's the stuff. I guess our new body never having **** before now made us into a lightweight. Awesome."

Someone enters alongside Gabbie. A shorter, affeminate man who has undone his ponytails, instead letting down his green hair to his shoulders. He has pale, fair skin; pink eyes, and wings coming from his lower back. He's wearing something different than before however; instead of the shorts, opened vest, and separated sleeves, what he wears now is far more formal looking, akin to a fanciful white suit, but with the chest opened, exposing the space between his miniscule pectorals, down his his belly button. His trousers are oddly wide, with golden highlights at the rims around his waist and ankles. His footwear is, by contrast, rather simple sandles.

"Oh, good! You got him a bath. He was really starting to stink when I left." Says Ariel, walking over towards me.

"Oh, hi Ariel. What's with the new look?" I ask.

Once more, everyone stares at me... Oh right. They've never heard me speak fluently, and I just said a full sentence.

"Uh... Oh, yeah, these. When the Goddess of Beauty, Light, and Enlightenment offers you a new outfit, you don't refuse." He answers, then he shakes his head like a wet dog before saying. "Unimportant. We need to talk."

He closes the door, Him and Gabbie sit down at the table with you; Ariel sighs before asking. "Do you want the good news, the bad new, or the really bad news."

"Good news" I answer, hoping the bad new isn't that I'm going to get reduced to ashes on the spot.

He looks relieved that he can talk about this first; he says "Ok, the Pantheon know about you, who made you, my intervention, all of it. They called a vote on wether to have you killed or not, and the vote was no; with a four to three, and Ihsrom abstaining like usual. The bad news is that Pyurus, after your little....dispute with her followers, has been permitted by Ihsrom to have a go at you without the other Gods help."

"What about the really bad news." I ask.

His face goes sour. "She has been given the choice to create her own Chosen of a fallen or living soul; after being denied one during the war, for the express purpose of murdering you to ****. The second she was told that, she made her choice. I'll give you one guess as to who she picked. Here's a hint. You won't like it."

Only one name comes to mind.

"Sarmenti."