Coming of Age

In the depths of the High Forest, the Elven Empire of Aelindael rules over the northern coast of the continent of Ishaal in the land of Eishaan. At its center is the city of Esaldie, the capital city of the Empire. Our story brings us to the Bright Sun Citadel, a tall castle that towers over even the tallest trees of the High Forest

In the Bright Sun Citadel, a young Elven woman with long blonde hair that fell to her waist. She was currently naked and with her eyes closed as her attendants started to paint along her body. She was the Imperial Princess of Aelindael, Annicka Silvernight. She was being prepared for the coming of age ceremony by her attendants.

Annicka closed her eyes as she thought about what was ahead of her. The Seliari was a long standing tradition of the Imperial Heirs of Aelindael had long carried out. They would go out into the world of Eishaan and find their place in the world. Her older sister had been the last one to try, but she had never come back.

Annicka had to admit that made her nervous. But she had trained every day in order to prepare for the Selari. She was now prepared for everything, or so she hoped. Whatever was waiting for her out there was going to be a challenge to say the least.

She tried not to squirm as the woman that had been working the paints ran the brush along the slit between her legs. No one had ever touched her down there like that before, and it felt so good. It was the last brush stroke, and strangely she felt like she was longing for more.

She shook her head. She was a Princess, she wasn't ready to feel that way. She would find a consort on her trip after all.

"There you go Princess," the attendant said with a bowed head. The paints glowed before turning into magical glyphs that marked her body. They would not fade until she had proven herself worthy of being Queen, or died.

"Your gear, your majesty," another attendant said as she walked forward carrying a set of clothes and items.