Scions of Talos, Skrim RP (PRIVATE w/ AJBestpony)

[Jacie Sparkles]

“Mommy, hmm?” Jora asked, unable to stifle a giggle. “When you are still in diapers yourself?” She shifted a bit where she sat. Her wet diaper wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not yet, but having her hands bound behind her back made it hard to sit comfortably.

“You are quite fortunate to have parents who care for you so much, Mara,” she said then. “I barely knew mine. My mother died birthing me, and my father was guardsman in a war-torn hold. He taught me all he knew before he was killed in battle when I was ten. After that I got by however I could... I ran errands for my neighbors, helped out in the jarl’s household or the local smithy, tried my hand at hunting, and eventually joined the Legion when I was old and strong enough.”

Jora paused then, and wet her diaper a little more, getting it all out. “I don’t understand what drove Ulfric to kill High King Torygg, but I think were things not as they are, we could’ve been friends, Mara... or should I say Mommy Mara?” Jora smiles and blushed again.

[AJbestpony]

"You got me there," Mara admitted, "Nevertheless, I do appear to be older than you by at least a year or two."

She then sat and listened to the story of Jora's life, and she felt her heart ache for her. Imagine losing one's parents so early. She could not even fathom losing her own parents now that she was a woman grown. At the very least, if Jora's father had died when she was ten, Mara could rest assured that she had not been the one to kill him. That was still three years before she had joined Ulfric's army, after all.

She found herself learning forward and giving Jora a hug to comfort her. "You never know. We are both Nords, after all. We have the same hardy blood coursing through our veins. I do not hate any one person, to be honest, but I am prepared to fight for what I believe in." She chuckled at that last remark and said "'Mommy' is just fine."

[Jacie Sparkles]

“Very well, Mommy,” Jora said, sighing a little as she nestled into Mara’s hug as best she could with her hands bound. “We are Nords,” she agreed, “and Skyrim is our land. If there must be a war, there must be a reason. Will you tell me what you believe in, Mommy, and what you fight for? After all, if you are my Mommy, perhaps I should learn from you.”

[AJbestpony]

Mara nodded and said "Very well. I'll indulge you in my own story. I grew up in Windhelm in a fairly loving family. I was not an only child; I have an elder brother who is five years older. He makes a living as a merchant, and he often travels outside of Skyrim with his own family. Most of all, I grew up worshipping Talos, albeit in secret."

That was when she paused. "Talos worship is not uncommon in Windhelm, but even there, we had to keep quiet about it until recently. I never understood why our religious beliefs had to be suppressed, but I never thought it was something worth fighting for."

Right then, her countenance tied. "Then, one day when I was fourteen, some Thalmor came to Windhelm and pulled some of our neighbors from our home. They arrested them on the spot, and they even beat the elderly patriarch. He was a good man who had never done anyone any harm in his life. Do you know what their crime was? Just that they worshiped Talos."

She then frowned and said "That was when I decided right then that I would not stand by and let those filthy Altmer dictate our rights to us in our own homeland. I would fight for a nation where we could worship as we pleased. Six years later, and my beliefs have not wavered. Not in the slightest."

[Jacie Sparkles]

“Talos,” Jora mused. “I’ve heard other Legionnaires mention his name.”

Truth be told, Jora knew only the very basics about the Eight Divines, and hardly anything about the White-Gold Concordant or its ramifications. Or much about the history of Tamriel and the origins of its people.

“It’s the Nords’ name for Tiber Septim, the first emperor of Tamriel... am I right? I... I didn’t even know some Nords worshipped him as a god. A Ninth Divine?”

[AJbestpony]

Mara scoffed a bit. "I always thought everyone in Skyrim was at least aware of the Ninth Divine, even if they did not practice the worship of him. I guess you need a little enlightenment."

Mara proceeded to explain the history of the Oblivion crisis to her captive, telling her all about how Tiber Septim had died over three hundred years ago, but he had come back in a different form to battle Mehrunes Dagon in the flesh. In doing so, he had unified Tamriel for the first time in history, and he had even gained a following in religious believers. Although he had been an Imperial of Cyrodiil, Talos worship had always been most popular with the Nords of Skyrim.

By the time Mara was finished telling Jora all this, Ryom and Wivit had returned from their hunt with some wild vegetables and herbs, as well as a deer carcass. Garlon and Hilab came into the building with nothing to report, and Klaynis and Berond had managed to put together enough blankets and pads for them to sleep comfortably throughout the night.

Soon enough, dinner was ready in the form of a venison and vegetable stew. Since she was still hazy about removing Jora's restraints, Mara elected to feed the blond girl herself.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Jora listened aptly as Mara told her all about Tiber Septim, the Nord who founded the Empire and later became one of the divines. She began to gain a new perspective. In the Legion, she had believed she was fighting for unity and order in the Empire. But now she was beginning to feel a sense of pride that the Empire itself had been founded by a great leader of her own people, the Nords, and Tiber Septim, or Talos, really was one of the Divines, and the patron god of the Nords.

And the high elves of the Altmeri Dominion sought to deny that, to tear apart the Empire that Tiber Septim has created, and to destroy the heritage and culture of the Nords by forbidding the worship of Talos.

There was no time to be angry or overwhelmed however. The men returned and soon it was dinner time... venison stew, one of her favorites. It wasn’t quite the same with wild vegetables instead of homegrown potatoes and leeks, it still smelled delicious when it was ready.

With her hands still bound, Jora sat still like an obedient child so Mara could feed her... as if the redhead really was her mommy.

[AJbestpony]

If they had been alone, Mara might have had a little fun with Jora, acting as though the spoon for the stew was either a horse or a ship. But with the men present, she decided to be a little more dignified. As such, she simply fed their prisoner spoonful after spoonful, pausing every now and then to either feed herself or wipe Jora's mouth for her.

"Good haul today, gentlemen," Mara praised her men as they supped. "But let's get to sleep soon. Klaynis, you take the first watch. We'll alternate in two hour intervals. At the crack of dawn, we head for Windhelm."

The arrangement was that the men would sleep out in the main room of the house, whereas Mara and Jora would sleep in the bedroom. That way they could have some privacy, and Mara could give Jora a diaper change.

[Jacie Sparkles]

Jora appreciated that Mara fed her carefully and matter-of-factly. She had half-expected the redhead to tease her a little, or feed her in a more playful manner, as if she were an actual baby or young child.

Had they been alone, they might not have been so bad, Jora thought. It might have been nice to play with her new Mommy while they had the chance. Who knew what she was fated for when they reached Windhelm.

After dinner it seemed Jora and Mara would take the bedroom, which was nice, Jora thought. Also nice was a fully belly of warm stew after a long day... though she had to relieve herself once again after that, and wet her diaper once again almost without thinking about it. She felt her diaper grow quite heavy around her hips and sodden between her legs, almost squishing a bit as she walked, as Mara led her to the bedroom of the homestead.

"Oh gosh," she said, "I do hope you have enough diapers with you, Mommy. I'm all wet... and it's still a long way to Windhelm."

[AJbestpony]

"No need to worry about that, dearest," Mara assured the younger woman, patting her satchel, "I never go out with less than a week's supply, and this one isn't even halfway exhausted. It should definitely last us until we reach Windhelm tomorrow."

She then laid Jora down on the bed and lifted her skirt once again so she could access her padding. It truly was quite sodden at this time. One or two more wettings, and it would definitely spring a leak. Mara made quick work of the situation, untaping Jora's diaper, wiping her nether regions clean, powdering her, and then taping her into a nice fresh diaper. She even kissed the front when she was finished.

Mara turned her attention to her own diaper, which was really starting to get cold and clammy. She proceeded her usual routine of changing herself. As she undid her diaper and wiped her crotch up, she looked to Jora and said "Since there's only one bed in here, albeit a large one, we'll have to sleep together, Baby Girl."