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The chirping of chocobos mixed with the creaking of tack and groaning of wagons as the Migrant Caravan moved across the land. Made up of a great variety of people, it wandered around the Star, helping when it could and simply traveling when there was no one to help.

Aymeric de Borel, the leader of this strange mishmash of people, sat on his royal blue chocobo, his eyes fixed on the land ahead of him even as he was conscious of the warm body resting against his back. Abel Varlineau had recently come back from a hunting mission with plenty of meat and furs for the cooks and tanners, but injured. His wounds had been tended to, but the painkiller he had been given always made him sleepy. There had been an offer of a bed for him to rest and recover, but he had declined, not wishing to take something that might be needed by another.

Things had been hard since the Calamity, and a string of bad decisions by the Archbishop had destroyed the world in general and Ishgard in particular. Aymeric had often dreamed of traveling the world and exploring new lands, but he never thought he would do so in such a way, leading a caravan of refugees and desperate individuals who were making a new life for themselves, even as unconventional as it was. Many had thought they would have died within the season, but between innovation that would have made Byregot proud and a fierce determination straight from the Fury Herself, they managed. Wagons were built and improved upon, chocobos were gathered and trained, and even gardens were created to help those who roamed out to gather food.

They had been blessed by a viera with black hair and golden eyes named Erenville, who joined them, having been caught outside of Sharlayan when everything happened. Nophica had blessed him with his understanding of beasts and animals, leading to many avoided complications and allowing them to add to their domesticated animals.

Aymeric could admit to himself that while this was not the life he had envisioned leading, it was in many ways better than being locked into an endless war with Nidhogg and his kin. He let his eyes drift over to the armored figure on the large, black chocobo before settling on the softly bickering pair on matched white chocobos. Haurchefant de Fortemps, once Haurchefant Graystone, made a striking figure as he rode along while Ysayle Dangoulain was quietly arguing with Estinien Varlineau. It was always reassuring to see his lovers were fine, and he knew they would all curl up in their wagon tonight in the same large bed that had been cobbled together out of blankets, pillows, and drift off in a tangle of limbs.

It was a very comforting experience to look forward to at the end of a long day's march.

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It was the work of seconds for the small brown bunny and the frost wolf cub to slip away from Erenville, no matter how hard the gleaner worked to keep them contained in his quarters. The two of them had been found by the Viera when he was roaming out for supplies; the little bunny was tangled up in some vines with the cub nearby, as if protecting it. Unable to leave them, he had brought them back to the caravan to care for them both until they were better.

What Erenville did not know was that they were not ordinary animals, and there was no way he would be able to keep them contained if they did not wish to be. After all, one cannot contain a goddess that does not wish to be let alone two.

"Just where are we going, Menphina?" asked Halone, trotting along behind the bunny with her tail swaying through the air behind her. She looked around at what her followers had created in the destruction of their home and lives, marveling again while wondering if Byregot had helped them build this masterpiece. Wagons that locked together to form a moving city with the ability to soar through the sky, letting them travel where they could and wanted, and Llymlaen certainly blessed them with an excellent captain to help them soar through the sky as easily as he once sailed across her seas.

"To visit your favorite," replied Menphina with a flick of her ears as she easily moved across the wooden boardwalks, heading for a specific wagon located near the center of the currently flying structure. Snorting, Halone increased her pace and gently shoulder-checked the bunny in retaliation, making sure to not harm her very close friend or reopen the cut on her back leg. They may be goddesses, but in these forms, they were susceptible to injury like any mortal. Menphina giggled and hopped a bit faster.

The wagon had minimal decoration compared to others, giving no indication of who called it home beyond some iron binding on the sides for reinforcement. Menphina hopped up to the door and butted her head against it causing it to silently swing open far enough for the two of them to slip in. Once both were inside, Menphina made sure to shut the door again out of politeness but Halone had already frozen at the sight that greeted her.

It was not very big inside, but it was comfortable with large cushions scattered around on the floor to form a sitting and sleeping area, while some cabinets and a small stove were a makeshift kitchen. There was a curtain stretched across an arched doorway, but Halone was not interested in that room as she was quite enamored by the scene in front of her.

The lady known as Ysyale was straddling the waist of Haurchefant, one of Menphina's favorites, her thighs flexing as she fucked herself on his cock. He was smiling up at her, love on his face as his hands played with her breasts, and she shuddered, her long hair brushing his thighs, getting a chuckle from Haurchefant. One of his hands slid up to curl behind her neck before he tugged her down, his lips claiming hers as his other hand gripped her hip, rocking her down into his thrusts. It was a beautiful dance of love and lust that made Menphina so very happy to see in these troubled times, if the faintest tapping of her front paws was any indication, but Halone's attention had already drifted away to the ones she wanted to see.

Nearby, on some blanket-covered cushions, were three more figures, and Halone resisted the urge to simply race over and curl up around them.

Her Chosen Son, Aymeric, lounged back on some pillows, a look of bliss on his face, with one hand curled up behind his head. His other hand was lovingly stroking through the white hair of Hydalyn's Champion, Abel, who was busy sucking Aymeric's cock like his life depended on it. Abel's hands had been twisted behind his back and held there by a clawed hand as a very draconic looking Estinien slowly fucked Abel from behind, large red tinted black draconic wings stretching out behind him that were slowly flexing with every press of Estinien's hips. Truthfully, the scene was something out of a classical painting, with the only thing missing being a beam of light to illuminate them instead of the flickering lanterns scattered around.

Crouching down, Halone crept across the floor, doing her best not to be seen, but from the twitch of Estinien's head and the flicker of burning red eyes that glanced at her, she knew she had been discovered. However, she didn't stop her slow creep across the floor, wanting to be as close as she could to her Chosen Son for a few minutes. Halone did have to admit to herself that Estinien was quite attractive himself, red-tinted black scales scattered across his sun-kissed skin and a pair of ebony horns curling up out of his snow-white hair. It might be a flight of fancy to imagine Estinien embodying the night sky in a strange reverse image, his scales dark stars on the pale sky of his skin, but it somehow fit him, the best of Her Dragoons who soared into the sky with a skilled ease.

Estinien was one of the few who always seemed to belong to the sky.

"You suck cock like you were born to do it, my heart," Aymeric sighed with a smile as he stroked his fingers through Abel's hair in a loving caress. Halone watched as a blush spread across the pale Elezen's cheeks, but there was a sense of pride on his face as his lips remained stretched around Aymeric's cock. A soft laugh slipped out of her Chosen Son's lips, dark velvet that slid down the spine. "Nymeia must have conspired with Menphina to create the perfect cock-sucking slut before talking to the Traders about sending you to Halone just for us."

A rumbling laugh came from Estinien as his wings flexed and briefly stretched, before they folded against his back. "The only way our mate could be better is if he were heavy with our brood."

"One of these days, my loves," Aymeric said, a wistful expression on his face as he glanced up at Estinien before returning his attention to Abel. "Once things have settled into a normalcy that everyone can accept, we will talk about expanding our family."

Halone curled up next to the pillows, putting her head down on her paws as she tried to think of some way to help her Children in this new and crazy world they lived in. The warm body of Menphina snuggled down next to her, and Halone was content to remain where she was. They might be chased out later, but for now, the Divine Goddesses enjoyed the presence of their Chosen.