BAD CROW MOUNTAIN (Lesbian)

CHAPTER 22 Mythological nonsense

"Eden and Terra, heaven and earth," the boy says in amazement as we sit opposite a small campfire by a stream not far from Fast River, a small village which is located near the capital.

"What are you muttering about?" I grumble a bit irritably.

I toss dry twigs into the fire, wrapping myself in my warm jacket. It's already the beginning of summer, but it's still cold at night. I wish I were on the coast right now; it's warm there even in winter, or at least in Westlandia, much of which is located far south of my homeland. It's a very rich and beautiful country! No wonder they can easily and with impunity draw resources from Woodland. I wonder what Svartalf is doing now? Did she manage to talk to her mother?

"Eden and Terra, don't you know? That's what elves call Amixantra and Bibar. In their religion, Eden and Terra are like two halves of a whole. Eden is the divine and all-powerful celestial maiden, while Terra is the protector of the earth, nature, and is under the patronage of the heavens. Unlike in human religion, where Amixantra is the benevolent and divine counterpart to the mischievous and cunning Bibar. In elven religion, Eden and Terra are the embodiment of harmony and love..."

"That's enough, I get it. I understand you." I just can't listen to him. It all sounds so cheesy and ironic in relation to me and elfia. "I don't believe in all these gods and demigods."

"I don't believe in them either; I just like to study the mythological aspect of different beliefs. It helps to study different cultures! Did you know that even river mares have something resembling religion?"

"You didn't have a girlfriend at the academy, did you?"

The boy falls silent at the half-word, his cheeks reddening.

"I'm sorry, Madam..."

"It's you who should forgive me. Damn Bibar, it's like a week of repentance! I'm sorry, kid, I just can't come to terms with one situation, and my irony goes beyond the norm."

"I didn't really have friends at the academy, let alone girlfriends. Everyone thinks I'm a nerd, and that's true. It's easier for me to communicate with creatures and elderly teachers. What a shame," Zil moans, covering his red face with his hands, which looks even redder against the firelight. "I embarrassed myself in front of such a great sorceress like you, Madam!"

"I'm nobody, Zil," I say firmly. "Your future is ahead of you. Don't let anyone hurt you. I feel sorry for the young generation of wizards because they are the true idiots if they didn't want to be friends with such a smart and devoted guy like you."

"Your words mean a lot to me, Malam!" He jumps up and bows to me. "I promise not to tell any more mythological nonsense."

"That's a pity: I was about to listen to some mythological nonsense. Come on, sit down, tell me about the elven Eden and Terra. I want to hear their love story! I knew that my name was Old Elvish; about forty or thirty years ago, elven names were still popular in Woodland, but I didn't know that my name practically means Amixantra for elves," I say, chuckling.

"You can't even imagine how much has been written about them in the Elven Book of Spirits! There are even erotic stories about them. Elves love that."

"Hahaha! When I was little, I thought they plucked their elven children from flowers like cauliflower. It was hard to believe that such perfect statues could mate as loudly as trolls in a hayloft!"

He sits down next to me again. We move closer to the fire. Twilight thickens overhead. The kikimora emerges from the stream and sits a few elbows away from us, still wary of the fire. When we returned from the portal tree, she decided to come with us. She didn't ask our opinion. When we went out onto the trade routes, she disappeared; when we went back into the forest, she reappeared. Zil's joy knew no bounds. He kept scribbling in his scientific tome incessantly. I was glad that her presence would help the boy in his studies. I learned a lot about her: she had wonderful breasts, the sweetest vagina which she often flashed in front of us, soft green moss on her pubes and two fast legs (Thank Amixantra, she didn't talk, didn't demand to be carried, and brought us fish and crayfish from the streams and rivers we passed by).

It's a pity that everything will end soon. Everything is slowly disappearing from my life. First, my friends from the academy (everyone scattered in different directions), then Malva, then Lodda, then Terra. Tomorrow we will be back at the academy, and I will say goodbye to the boy. I think when the boy leaves, his kikimora will leave too, and I will go my own way wherever it leads. It's funny that the only thing that ties me to everyday life and reality is the fifteen copper taxes I pay to the Coven every year.

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