Tialla was antsy as she watched the airship dock below her from her place in a room hidden above. The tension was passed on to the two Miqo in the room with her. They were silent for a moment as they watched the crew of humans and naga below working together to get the air ship ready to relaunch.
“I think perhaps I’ll get some water,” Rosewood said, eager to have something to do. “Tialla sweetie,” Rosewood got Tialla’s attention, and Tialla noted she was still holding Rosewood on a leash.
“Sorry,” Tialla said with a blush, she reached over and unclipped the lead. Rosewood gave a quick bow before leaving. Eranor took the opportunity to approach closer. Tialla was still holding onto the lead for her own chest harness, but Eranor didn’t mind it very much. She had weirdly grown to appreciate it, it was like Tialla was holding her hand the whole time, and she hoped it was mutual for Tialla, she definitely needed someone to hold her hand during the tense encounter they had just had.
“I think you did very well,” Eranor broke the silence awkwardly. “For what it’s worth.”
“Well I…” Tialla almost started on a rant but stopped and took a breathe. “Thank you, sweetie. I’m sorry I’m still just shaken up you know.”
“I totally understand. That was tense,” Eranor sympathized. The change in character between the tense meeting in the shaky naga now was stark.
“I just feel terrible you know,” Tialla sighed. “Saying all that stuff,” she turned to look at Eranor. “I want you to know I don’t really think that way. It’s just,” she paused to look back out of the window. Below things seemed to be wrapping up. “I can’t say what I really think. Because Castor was right. We’ve been enslaving ourselves for hundreds of years, it’s engrained into our culture. I can’t sit here and say the elves can’t take slaves. If we’ve been doing it for so long, why can’t they do it?” Tialla sighed. “The whole thing is a blight. I hate that I’m a part of it.” Eranor winced a little.
“I hope that doesn’t say anything about me,” Eranor half smiled.
“Oh, Sweetie no I …” Tialla paused in thought. “You’re a bright side to all of this. Despite the circumstances. If I’m being honest, though, I', glad for these circumstances since it brought us together.”
“I was just thinking the same myself,” Eranor admitted with a blush. Tialla blushed back as the two realized what they had just admitted.
“I feel like such a hypocrite,” Tialla turned away.
“I don’t think you are,” Eranor comforted. “It’s like you said. I’m choosing to stay with you. I listen to you because I believe in you, because I respect you.”
“It doesn’t matter though,” Tialla argued. “You wouldn’t be here if I didn’t take you. If I hadn’t taken away your choice, and the worst part is how much I enjoy it. I can’t even deny that I like having you around as my slave. It’s just wrong.”
“Tialla, you know that I don’t hold that against you. I know you were just doing what you had to do to be convincing."
“Eranor come on. This whole baby thing. You have to know that it’s not just for this. That whole stuff about the metaphor of Pal Miqo being a child to Vas Naga.” Tialla sniffled. “It's all just stuff i made up because I wanted you to be that way.” Tialla dropped the lead she was holding and let it fall to the ground.
“I had a few suspicions,” Eranor admitted embarrassed.
“I feel horrible,” Tialla said crying a little. “I say all this stuff, and I want things to change to put this crap behind everyone. It’s tearing everything apart, but I’m just as guilty as everyone else. I’m just as much part of the problem by forcing you to stay here and act out some fantasy I have.” Eranor quietly hugged Tialla, and she collected herself.
“I’m sorry,” Tialla said. “For crying and for taking you. You probably hate me, and I deserve it.”
“I don’t hate you Nana,” Eranor said with a smile.
“You don’t have to call me that,” Tialla blushed.
“And yet I am anyway,” Eranor smirked. Tialla giggled.
“I guess you are,” Tialla picked the lead back up. “Which is good. It’d be really embarrassing if Castor came back and you flew the coop.”
“Oh yeah Castor,” Eranor said over dramatically. “That’s who you’re worried about.” Tialla laughed again. Eranor and Tialla shared a look.
"Didn't you need a diaper change?” Tialla asked suddenly.
“Woah. Really?” Eranor laughed at the sudden question. “You want to do that now?”
“I could use the distraction,” Tialla said honestly. “Keep my hands busy you know. Besides, I’m tired of watching this dude take forever to leave.” Eranor giggled and smiled as the two left the room they were in and started walking toward the elevator toward Tialla’s chambers.
“Should we get Rose?” Eranor questioned.
“Sweetie, I don’t think she left to go get water really,” Tialla pointed out. “She was just as tense as we were, she needs a break.” The two reached the elevator and Tialla called it down. “She can meet us up here later. It gives us time to relax together anyway.”
The two made their way up the royal chambers, smiling as they made their way to Eranor’s nursery while Castor’s airship finally took off without either of the two noticing, finally leaving the pyramids air space as Eranor was being laid down on her changing table. Tialla stopped for a moment.
“I suppose I should ask,” Tialla said looking down. “If you really want to keep doing this.”
“What do you mean?” Eranor raised up a moment.
“I mean that, For as vile as he is, Castor got me thinking. About myself, and about you. I don’t want to keep being a part of the problem. So, from now on we do this together,” Tialla nodded confidently. “I won’t make you do this anymore. I’ll only keep being your Nana if you agree to it.” Eranor laid back down and sighed.
“That’s a lot to put on a girl you know,” Eranor said snidely.
“I’m serious Eranor,” Tialla confirmed.
“I know!” Eranor was defensive. She blushed a little as she wiggled on top of the changing table. “To be honest with you, this was easier when I didn’t have a choice.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, that was my excuse you know,” Eranor explained. “Now that that’s gone the only reason I would keep doing it is,” she blushed and spoke the next part quietly. “Because I’ve grown fond of it.”
“Well,” Tialla was also blushing. “Have you?”
“It’s so hard to say out loud,” Eranor said frustrated.
“I did earlier,” Tialla offered.
“You just alluded to it,” Eranor countered.
“O-ok then,” Tialla gulped. “I’ll say it again.” There was a pause as Tialla blushed.
“See!” Eranor said vindicated.
“You’re right this is hard.” Tialla paused and regained composure. “Eranor,” her voice was shaky. “I want to keep being your Nana. To keep looking after you. I would like it if you wanted to keep being my kitten.”
“Ok,” Eranor said quickly.
“'Ok'?,” Tialla put a hand on her hip and donned her practiced dominating voice. “You are not just getting away with an ‘ok’ after I said all of that.”
“But you know what I mean,” Eranor whined.
“I do but I want to hear you say it,” Eranor and Tialla looked at each other, a grin forming on their faces.
“I want you,” Eranor blushed. Even with the mood being brought down a little it was still embarrassing to admit. “I want you to keep being my Nana, and I want to keep being your kitten.”
“There. Good girl,” Tialla and Eranor both let out a heavy breath and the mood of the room seemed to lighten immensely. Tialla immediately got to work changing Eranor’s diaper, getting into a rhythm.
“It does feel a little different now,” Eranor said as Tialla threw her used diaper away.
“It’s better I think,” she said laying a new diaper underneath her and taping it up. “I feel better after that,” Tialla smiled. "Changing your diaper is really centering."
“That’s a little weird.”
“Says the girl in a diaper.”
“Says the girl who put me in the diaper.”
“Oh, that doesn’t work anymore cutie,” Tialla smirked. “Didn’t you just admit to me that you liked this now.” Eranor gasped and blushed. Tialla giggled. As she was done, she noticed she was still wearing her outfit from the meeting, as was Eranor. “Come on let’s get into something comfier. We can finish reading our book together.”
“I’d like that,” Eranor smiled.
“Right then. Onesie for the baby,” Tialla opened the closet in Eranor’s nursery thumbing through the onesies for her, with Eranor peeking over Tialla’s shoulders as she looked. “I like this one,” Tialla showed Eranor a white onesie with some flowers and bugs on it.
“Yes,” Eranor nodded emphatically in approval. Tialla got to work getting Eranor out of her chest harness and her dress.
“I’m a little jealous if I’m being honest,” Tialla admitted as she slid the onesie over Eranor’s head. “I remember onesies being incredibly comfortable, especially with a diaper.”
“Mmmhmm,” Eranor agreed. For both of them the time where that was their typical pajamas wasn’t all that long ago. “I have already gotten used to the feeling again.”
“Yeah, I just don’t think my pajamas feel the same,” Tialla had kneeled down to do the snaps on Eranor’s onesie.
“Well, we’re the same size, right?” Eranor offered.
“I couldn’t,” Tialla blushed.
“Why not?” Eranor pressed.
“It’s just,” she stammered. “I’m supposed to be the one in charge here I …”
“I thought you were moving past that Nana.” Eranor grabbed Tialla’s hands in hers. “Things are the same but they’re different now. You said you enjoyed this right? That you were keeping me a baby was partly because that’s what you wanted.”
“Yeah,” Tialla turned away. “What are you getting at.”
“I get the feeling that maybe you tried this from the other side at some point, or at least have wanted to.” Tialla was quiet. “If you want to you should.”
“But I’m the Nana here,” Tialla was quiet.
“And you’re still going to be even if you’re wearing a onesie. Promise.”
“All right,” Tialla sighed. “Help me out of this.”
AUTHORS NOTE: Here's the next chapter everyone. This is obviously coming right off of the conversation between Tialla and Castor. It's safe to say that going through the conversation has definitely clarified some of her feelings about things and about what she's done. We're definitely due for some cute down time though, so stay tuned for that. Or you can read it right now by becoming a patron over at patreon.com/bigred0603
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