[Nivalis Silverfrost]
— "Ugh..." Nivalis's eyes fluttered open as the morning sun greeted her with its brilliant, golden light that managed to find its way to her face through the tiny crack in their shelter. Her vision was blurred, and her body felt heavy and weak. She blinked a few tis, her eyelids fluttering as she tried to focus.
As her eyes adjusted to the light, her senses returned to her, one by one. First, the faint sound of birds chirping. Then, the rustling of the wind. Then, the sll of earth and pine. And, finally, the warmth of her children nestled in her embrace.
Nivalis felt their chests' gentle rise and fall, their tiny bodies tucked safely against her. Silvia's mouth was still attached to her nipple, a soft and warm sensation. Aster was nestled between them, his tiny hands curled into little fists.
As Nivalis slowly erged from her dream-like state, her body began to awake. She felt the cold chill of the air, the soft, ticklish sensation of Silvia's warm breath on her skin, and the faint tugging of her mouth at her breast.
The mories of the previous day flooded her mind.
A shudder ran through her, a shiver of fear, relief, and gratitude. Her heart thumped. She knew they were still in danger, that the forest was treacherous and unpredictable, and that their journey was just beginning.
Her mind was filled with thoughts and worries, but she tried to push them away. "We are safe. We will be okay," she reassured herself, her eyes wandering to her sleeping children. The night was chilly despite her efforts to insulate the shelter. Next ti, she planned to wake up periodically to keep the fire burning.
She could hear the rustling of the trees and the gentle whisper of the wind. She gently rubbed Silvia's back, her fingertips tracing the delicate curve of her spine.
— "Wake up, sweetie. It's morning already," Nivalis whispered, her voice soft and reassuring. She felt Silvia stir, her tiny body stirring in her embrace.
"Mmm," Silvia mumbled, her voice muffled against her breast. She reluctantly released her nipple, her lips parting with a wet pop. Nivalis couldn't help but smile. She brushed a stray lock of hair from her daughter's forehead, her fingers lingering on her warm skin.
— "We need to get up," Nivalis urged her, her voice gentle.
"I'm tired, Mommy," Silvia whined, her eyes still heavy with sleep.
Nivalis sighed, a mixture of concern and exhaustion creeping into her tone.— "I know, sweetie. But we can't stay here."
Silvia's face twisted into a frown, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. Her voice ca out soft and pleading as she asked, "Can I have so breakfast first?" Nivalis couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. With a sympathetic tone, she replied, — "Of course, honey, I have sothing for you here in my pouch. Let grab..." But as Nivalis began to get up, she was taken aback when she felt a pair of small, warm hands gently pushing her back down.
— "What are you doing, sweetie?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion and a hint of amusent. Silvia blushed, her eyes fixed on her mother's naked breasts, and murmured, her cheeks turning crimson, "I want to drink your... milk, Mommy."
— "Oh, I..." caught off guard, Nivalis stamred, unsure of how to respond. Silvia's pleading gaze, with wide and hopeful eyes, tugged at her heartstrings. Eventually, Nivalis agreed, a warm smile gracing her lips as she said, "Okay, honey." She shifted slightly, making herself comfortable.
Silvia wasted no ti. Once again, her mouth wrapped around her mother's nipple, her tongue gently lapping at the tender flesh.
— "Ohh," The unexpected sensation elicited a gasp from Nivalis, who was taken aback by the mont's intensity.
"Hmm," Silvia murmured in response, her voice muffled by her mother's breast.
The movents of her daughter's mouth on her breast were deliberate and sensual. Her lips wrapped around the rosy tip, her tongue swirling and lapping. Nivalis could feel the tugging and sucking, the warmth of her breath, and how her milk flowed into her daughter's mouth. She felt the soft, wet tip of her tongue against her nipple.
anwhile, Nivalis pulled Aster closer, realizing he also needed to be fed. This was the perfect ti to take care of his needs. His small hands grasped her breast, his tiny mouth searching for her nipple. And when he found it, he put it in his tiny mouth. He sucked eagerly, his warm, velvety mouth drawing her milk into his throat. Nivalis closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax, enjoying the mont.
The warmth of her children's bodies, the rhythmic suction of their mouths, the feeling of their tiny tongues against her skin.
In the midst of this intimate scene, Nivalis reached for a snack from a small pouch nearby and a small knife. She carefully sliced the Frostapple Root into thin pieces with a knife in hand. The sound of her children nursing filled the air, creating a soothing ambiance within their small shelter.
Frostapple Roots are sturdy small plants that thrive in cold climates, gathered with the first frosts in the late autumn. They're crunchy and juicy, and they sll just like apples when you cut them, which is how they earned their na. When eaten raw, they make for a refreshing and nutritious snack. When cooked, they can be roasted, boiled, or mashed, much like potatoes, and their sweet and slightly tart taste adds a unique twist to savory als.
— "Here, eat this, my love," Nivalis murmured, holding out a slice. Silvia reached out and took the piece with her mouth, her lips glistening with a hint of drool and milk. Grateful, Silvia murmured, her voice thick with desire, "Thank you, Mommy."
Nivalis continued feeding Silvia with root slices, and each ti, Silvia washed it down with milk from her mother's breast. Nivalis also enjoyed them, savoring the sweet and tart flavors that danced on her taste buds.
After fifteen minutes, Nivalis gently said, — "Alright, sweetie. I think that's enough." Her voice carried a gentle and loving tone. As she pulled her breast out of Silvia's mouth, her nipple popped out, covered in her daughter's saliva. The cool rush of air against her moist skin made her shudder, creating a montary sensation that sent a shiver down her spine.
Nivalis's breasts were still swollen with milk, her nipples still hard and tender. She placed her hand over her breasts, trying to ease the soreness. Silvia was smiling, her lips stained with a milky sheen. She looked content, her belly full, her mind at peace.
— "Are you feeling better now, sweetie?" Nivalis asked, her voice filled with concern and affection.
Silvia nodded, her eyes eting hers. "Thank you, Mommy," she whispered, her words filled with gratitude and devotion.
— "Of course, my love," Nivalis replied, her voice soft and tender. "Now, we need to get going."
She carefully handed her little baby over to her daughter, her fingers lingering on his fragile, delicate skin. Nivalis couldn't help but marvel at the sight before her. Her daughter cradled her baby, her face flushed with pride and wonder. Silvia was gentle as she held her brother, her movents slow and deliberate, as if she were afraid that he would break if she were too rough.
As they dressed, Nivalis couldn't help but feel the cold winter breeze biting at her skin, its icy teeth nipping at her bare feet. Nivalis took two pairs of boots from the outside and so thick socks, handing one set to her daughter. Silvia took the boots, her tiny fingers fumbling with the leather straps and buckles.
— "Here, let help," Nivalis offered, her hands gently moving over to her daughter's clumsy fingers.
"Thank you, Mommy," Silvia murmured, her voice tinged with frustration and gratitude.
The sound of leather tightening and moving filled the air as Nivalis helped her daughter. She then put on her own boots, her movents quick and precise.
Together, they erged from the shelter. Nivalis felt the wind's chill on her bare face, her cheeks flushing pink. The cold morning air was crisp and fresh, and the sun's rays were gentle and welcoming.
— "Let's start packing, sweetie. Help gather our stuff," Nivalis murmured, her gaze falling on the pile of snow-covered items and supplies.
"Okay, Mommy," Silvia acquiesced, her eyes wide and hopeful.
They began packing the sled. Nivalis folded the blankets while Silvia placed the pots and utensils in the sled. Their movents were slow and careful as they worked, and each item was handled with care. Their breaths ford puffs of mist in the cold, clear morning air.
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— "There, all packed," Nivalis breathed, her voice filled with relief and accomplishnt.
As Silvia sat at the front of the sled with her baby brother in her arms, Nivalis draped a thick, warm blanket over them. She tucked it around them, ensuring they were snug and comfortable. Silvia smiled at her mother, her eyes wide and trusting, her cheeks flushed.
— "Now, let's get going," Nivalis said, her tone anxious.
Nivalis gripped the rope, her fingers curling around the worn, rough fibers. Her muscles flexed and tightened as she pulled, the movent slow and deliberate. She could feel her feet sinking into the snow, the powdery crystals crunching beneath her boots. The sled behind her followed her lead, gliding through the snow. Silvia clung to her baby brother, the sled rocking beneath them.
They traveled like this for a few hours. The forest was eerily quiet. The only sound was the crunching of footsteps in the snow and the occasional call of a distant bird. The sun rose higher in the sky, its rays dancing across the tree tops, bathing the landscape in a golden glow.
Nivalis could feel the ache in her arms, her muscles protesting. But she didn't stop. She kept moving. The sled slid through the snow, cutting through the ice crust. The cold air bites at her cheeks, and her breath forms clouds in the air. As they journeyed, Nivalis occasionally turned her head, her eyes scanning the surrounding forest for potential threats.
"Mommy," Silvia asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitent, "I was wondering if adventurers are real."
Nivalis couldn't help but smile at the innocence in her daughter's question. Her heart swelled with warmth as she glanced back at the young, curious face of hers.— "Absolutely, sweetie," she replied, her voice brimming with confidence. "Adventurers are very real."
Silvia's eyes sparkled with wonder, reflecting a child's boundless imagination. "So, do they really travel the world, fight monsters, and save people?"
Nivalis nodded, her smile growing.— "Yes, honey. Adventurers are real, and they really do all those incredible things. They rescue those in need."
Silvia's whisper was filled with awe and amazent. "Wow, that's so cool." Her imagination danced with the images of these heroic figures. "Have you ever t an adventurer, Mommy?"
A soft chuckle escaped Nivalis's lips at her daughter's insatiable curiosity.— "Yes, sweetie," she replied, her gaze now focused on the path ahead. "I've t many adventurers in my lifeti."
Silvia leaned in closer, eager for every word. "Really? What were they like?"
Nivalis paused for a mont, her eyes gazing into the distance. Her mind wandered, her thoughts filled with mories.— "Well, the adventurers I've t," she began, "are all very different. They co from all walks of life with different backgrounds and beliefs. So are noble and virtuous, while others are... a little less so," she added with a smile.
Silvia's eyes widened with a sense of wonder, and her gaze remained locked onto her mother's as if she were about to hear the most incredible story in the world. "What's the most impressive thing you've seen an adventurer do, Mommy? Maybe a battle!?" she inquired, her voice filled with anticipation.
Nivalis pondered the question, her brows furrowing slightly as she journeyed into the depths of her mories.— "The most impressive thing?" she repeated softly, a thoughtful expression gracing her features.
— "Hmm," she murmured. Nivalis paused, her brows knitting together as she delved into her mories. She searched her mind for a story that would captivate Silvia's imagination. "Well, my sweet, I haven't personally witnessed many battles with my own eyes, but there was one particular adventurer whose tale I heard." Her voice took on a tone of reverence as she continued, "This adventurer, long ago, faced an entire horde of terrifying monsters all alone. And won, saving the lives of hundreds of innocent people. Now that was impressive," Nivalis finished with a sigh, a cloud of mist escaping her lips.
Silvia's eyes shone with a mixture of wonder and admiration. Her heart thumped wildly, and her body trembled with excitent. Her mind raced, conjuring up images of epic battles, fierce combat, and heroic deeds. "Really? That's amazing!" Silvia exclaid, her voice filled with amazent.
Nivalis smiled warmly, her gaze resting on her precious child's innocent and curious face.— "Yes, it is, sweetie. Adventurers are truly incredible," Nivalis responded.
Silvia paused, her inquisitive brow furrowed, her voice laced with concern as she tried to understand the world around her. "Where did monsters co from?"
She spoke with care and a hint of trepidation.— "That's a good question, honey. It's hard to say for sure, but it's possible that the monsters are what is left of the Dark Tis."
Silvia's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she absorbed the new piece of knowledge, "The Dark Tis?" she repeated.
Nivalis nodded, her voice carrying the weight of history itself.— "Yes, honey. The Dark Tis is a chapter in our history. A very, very long ti ago. It was a period when large magical gates started opening in the sky, letting monsters enter our world. These gates were scattered all over the land, which ant that hordes of monsters could attack anywhere at any ti. It was truly a frightening ti."
Silvia's voice trembled as she whispered, "That sounds scary, Mommy," her young imagination painted vivid, ominous images in her mind.
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