I woke up with darkness surrounding me like a blanket wrapped around me. I tried to push back but my strength quickly failed me and I fell asleep again, exhausted. Each time I woke up the darkness got tighter and tighter I tried to fight back but never had the strength.

I am jolted awake by a tight constricting around me, forcing me through a small tunnel. Again and again, the darkness pushed down on me until I had gone fully through the tunnel. Cold air stunned my face, making me gasp. I felt something wrap around me and my face was wiped like someone was trying to clean me.

I opened my eyes to the face of a large woman. She is beautiful and has large fox(?) ears on her head. The ears were like a serval or fennec fox's ears in size, whatever those were. The woman had long silky jet black hair.

Before I could examine her further though, I was passed to another woman. Her beauty seemed to match that of the other woman but she had royal blue hair, soft-looking, well-cared-for hair much like the other woman. She also had those ears, with fluffy tufts at the top, they looked so soft, I tried to reach out to them. The women looked similar, sisters maybe?

Squeals of delight echoed around me and more faces appeared in my vision. It seemed they are positively gushing over me, talking in high-pitched voices. I refocused back to my mother(?)

She did appear a little strained but she hugged me to her... holy cow! Her bosom is prestigious to put it in another way. She opened her dress and let one of them out, bringing my face close. Instinct took over and soon a rich, creamy, ambrosia filled my mouth.

After having my fill and then some I fell asleep.

I reawoke staring at the wooden(?) ceiling. I examined the wood but it honestly looks more like bamboo but not quite the same. I looked around. Everything seemed to be made of the same bamboo-wood whatchamacallit. Bamwood? Sounds like an infomercial product. Wooboo? No, just, no. Amood? I am really bad at this.

Anyway, I seem to be in some sort of cage... crib... thing. At least I have a soft grey blanket. I Sighed. Welp, guess I'm going to get really intimate with boredom. Hang on, why is my vision filled with floating colorful orbs? And why am I covered in them? At least they look pretty but is there something wrong with my vision? Uh-oh, there's definitely something wrong and it seems related to how much I drank earlier.

My bowels were moving, getting ever closer to a really bad time. I let out a wail as loud as I could muster.

"WAAAAHHH!!!"

Oh mine Mother or Father, perhaps caretaker, I summon thee to aid me in my time of great need, Heed my call, let mine beckoning guide your way to mine domain!

Like a welcoming thunder, I hear loud footsteps coming closer. My wail seemed to have scared off the glowing orbs as they slowly floated away.

The blue-haired woman, probably my mother, came into the room and picked me up wrapped in my blanket, shushing me and bouncing me. Oh god, please don't bounce me it's going to make it worse... too late. The smell of a freshly made mess was as good a signal as ever to change my blanket.

After the frankly embarrassing situation, Mother carried me around for some time. Giving me enough opportunity to use her height to see better. Our house? The hut was not very big. Instead of rooms, there were curtains to section off the hut. The hut is in a round shape with a mostly flat roof, as far as I could tell, anyway.

The curtains were made of the same soft stuff my blanket is made from. There is a bed next to my crib that I didn't see. Looks like it's for my parents. It too had that grey color cloth, although it's thicker than the curtains, seems like the sole goal of the curtains is to separate rooms.

Mother is wearing a skimpy dress, again, made from the grey material, but it seemed to have been stained fashionably in several sections. The dress comes in several electric blue parts, a revealing bra with frills and ribbons. She wore armlets on both her upper and forearms, ribbons are also attached to these. Her flat navel is bare. The skirt reaches the top of her knees but the sides continue to ankle length. A large bow is tied at the back to keep the skirt on. Tiny pearls like beads are hung from the drape. Mother also has an emerald Pearl? Some sort of emerald-like pearl as a necklace and several earrings on her large serval-fox ears.

Mother carried me out of the hut and the scene almost took my breath away!

We were on an island with what looked like bluish and purplish auroras dancing above, intersecting with several others of different colors of auroras. The distant mountains encircled us separated by a sea of water. Dozens of islands lay between us and the mountains with shallow misty? No, steaming waters separating the islands.

The place the auroras intersected is above a large nearby island with a massive pyramid temple on it.

We are currently on a jetty with many huts and houses around. A jetty village? I could easily see the bottom of the clear waters and the colorful coral and the seafloor. As mother walked to some destination unknown to me I admired the people walking past and greeting mother they wore similar dresses to her but in different colors. Some of those people walked up to squeal and baby talks to me. All women. Just women. Where are all the men? Not a single one in sight. Just colorful haired, fluffy eared and long, really long, fluffy, tailed women. Sure some were really tall. Actually, roughly half of the women were easily a head taller than mother, the other half is around her height, odd.

Seriously, those tails were long. Long enough that they have to curl up the latter quarter of their tail just so it doesn't drag on the ground. Do I also have a long tail and ears like those? I reached up to feel my ears and my hands are greeted with a heavenly soft sensation at the same time I felt small hands grab my ears at the top of my head, yup, they are pretty large. The watching women dawwed as I did this just like one would "Daww" at a cute kitten. Also, does everyone have long amazing hair, or is it just me? All the women here seem to be gorgeous, both tall and short, large chested and... larger chested. Hmm, all the women seem to have been blessed by the boob goddess or something. Some even beat Mother's size and I'd have thought that an achievement but here she seems average.

We walked past several baths, why are there so many baths? The baths were open-air, the waters seemed to be hot enough with small wisps of steam rising out... oh... shit... are we in the caldera of a really massive volcano?! I don't seem to be bothered by the humidity or warmth but whatever a caldera is I have a bad feeling about it.

Just then a massive sapphire blue dragon flew overhead, landing on temple island curling up on the edge of the island. It somehow started to draw in small amounts of the aurora above, wisps drifting down to the dragon. I didn't get a good enough look at it as my mind kinda stopped responding to all the novel things happening around me.

Mother grabbed her amulet and muttered something at the dragon's passing. Maybe a prayer? But she didn't seem alarmed so I'm going to go out on a limb and say the dragon is a good guy.

The glowy orbs are also plentiful here, many gathering around me. I wonder if they'll begin to squeal and baby talk too.

Whelp, Vulcano or no, good or bad, I am here and I can't change it yet, I just hope we survive long enough... magic, of course. The volcano won't do bad things because magic exists right? I mean who would be dumb enough to live inside the caldera of a volcano if they can't prevent an eruption. God this is weird. I don't know what a volcano is but somehow I know it? My memories are dormant but not forgotten? There but not accessible? Know what? I'm not gonna bother wasting my brainpower on it, just gonna roll with it.

Mother soon stopped in front of a large hut. There are many of those gem-pearls around, decorating the hut. We entered. Dozens of women worked at shaping gems-pearls. Some grinding them down. Others are polishing the gems. A tall woman inspecting the work of another, along with an even more important-looking woman standing next to the tall one.

Mother walked up to the tall inspector and said something before handing me off to her. Getting a closer look the tall woman has white hair with red gem dust sprinkled over her face and hair. Red eyes gazed at me as she held me close to her generous but smaller than average bosom. And by average I meant average for this place. She cooed affectionately at me before patting my head and saying something in baby talk. Really helping me learn the language there, seriously if I didn't know better I'd have thought baby talk was normal!

We soon left the place and stopped at one of the bathing areas. It was off the main road and down a side road and on the right. There are no walls, no changing rooms, just an open area for all to see, anyone walking by could get an eyeful. Maybe because there are no men around? In the baths, I saw some women combing their long hair and putting some type of oil in it. Oil is also being rubbed on their skin. Is that why these women are so beautiful and have such good hair? Is magic involved?

Mother began stripping her dress, yup right in front of everyone, somehow juggling me while not jostling me around too much. She put her dress in a basket that sat next to the bathing area. She unwrapped me from my blanket and put that in her basket as well. Crime must not really be a thing if you can trust your possessions to any passers-by.

Mother walked into the water and other women gathered around, baby talking and questioning mother. I am really starting to get tired of this and this is just day one! After a few minutes, the women dispersed save for two of them and mother sat down further in the water. She carefully lowered me into the hot waters and slashed water over me. As she is doing this another woman is combing Mother's hair.

As the baths lower into the seawater I expected the water to taste salty, but it's actually fresh. A sea of fresh water.

The two women talked as we washed. Another woman brought a clay jug and sat beside Mother. Mother thanked her, or I assume at least, It was just one sound. And poured a small amount of oil into her hand. She then rubbed some on me, the oil smells fruity and citrusy, like apples and lemons and... something else? Hard to tell. The other woman also started to oil themselves and mother. Combing it into her hair and rubbing it on her legs.

I never like the oily feeling. Oh! A past experience made itself known, it's always been technical stuff, still don't know anything but it's there somewhere within my headspace... or soul space? Anyway, I doubt I'd like being oiled up so often. With this many bathing areas in town and access to volcano waters bathing must be a daily thing.

After washing up and oiling down we soaked in the waters, mother splashing more water over me as the other woman took an empty jug filling it with water and pouring it over mother and herself. Oddly I felt less and less oily, Are the oils imersifying in the water? No, it isn't bubbling but my body definitely feels less slippery.

After rising off the oils mother began nursing me. These people are very open, so I don't know why I was surprised by this. Once we finished taking our sweet time in the baths we got dressed, me being wrapped up in my blanket. We walked over to the piers where many canoe-like boats were docked. None of them had sails but had oars attached to the sides.

Many more boats are out on the waters, some even had people diving beneath the water with baskets and coming out with something. I am too far to see clearly, although now that I think about I can see pretty far.

The other islands also had jetty villages attached to the sides of them. I suppose with the limited land they simply do all the farming on lands and build off to the side, speaking of. all the islands are covered in unusually straight trees like really thick bamboo stalks, well, except the temple island but I can't see that one from my vantage point, but why trees? No crops? Surely there are crops where else do you get your greens?

Hmm? Mother seems to be saying something to me and pointing at the things I am looking at. I'm not sure what she's saying but at least she isn't baby talking to me. More people came and went doing the usual greeting and wanting to see me. Now that I think about it I haven't seen any men around. Maybe there's a men's village? Wait, am I female? Or just too young to be at the men's island?

After some time we went back to our hut and now I'm back to staring at the ceiling. Now that I think about it the ceiling is flat but the roofs are tapered. That means we have an attic right? Whelp boredom time... boredom sucks. What to do? Bug mom for attention? Oh god, now I know why babies cry so much, no, I don't want to be like that I'll make due with my own imagination, and review what I've learned today.

One. We are probably in a large volcano. Two. Dragons are nice? Three. We are island people. That means a lot of seafood. Four. These people like to take baths and seem to have skin and hair care products. Five. No men around. Could we be this world's version of amazons? Kidnap men of other places and all that? Hmmm, dunno. Six there are auroras and the dragon seems to eat it? Hmmm. Magic leylines? Ooh! That could be it! Either that or we are near one of the poles and live in a volcano because it's warm. But I don't think auroras intersect like that and I don't think they can be brown in color like one of them were. I'm betting on Ley Lines, which means we are near a place of power.

If there is a place of power nearby that means there is magic, so maybe if I open myself up to the energies I could learn how to do magic? That's sometimes how it's done in stories. I close my eyes trying to feel for... something, something I've never felt before... nothing, well there's a tingle in my fingers but that's probably because my arm fell asleep. Whelp worth a try, but maybe I'm not doing it right? Let's see, magic often involves thought or imagination. Maybe I need to clear my mind?

I cleared my mind of all thoughts. Banishing away all emotion, all distractions, there's nothing except me and the energies of this world... well, my head's starting to hurt, is that a good sign? Other than a mild headache I'm not getting anything. I don't know how long I've been doing this but it feels like some time has passed. Hmm, if not body and mind then perhaps soul? I really have no clue how all these things work, I'm just hoping that it'll be painless. Whelp, here goes nothing!

For the next I dunno how long I lay there, motionless. I may have fallen asleep once or twice during my meditation. I guess being carried around for a few hours is tiring work. I woke up with my tail in my arms, I guess I was using it as a hug pillow. I tried moving it away but something stopped me from removing such a soft and full thing out of my embrace. Why does my tail have to be so heavenly? Also, is it me or is my tail proportionally longer to me than the women's are to them?

Giving up, I refocused on the most inner part of myself, my core, my existence. This! This might just be it. I can feel something, a pressure, no, a wall. I need to get past this wall. Just as I made a breakthrough I felt myself being picked up. I tried to squirm in protest but what can a baby do? I opened my eyes to see mom looking down at me with a smile. She opened her dress to nurse me. Just then I felt the empty pit in my stomach. I'm not exactly hungry but I am peckish. Mom said something to me but it's not like I could understand her anyway so I just frustratingly drank my dinner.

The white-haired lady from the gem cutters is also here talking with mom and after I had my dinner mom passed me off to her.

With the white-haired woman we go back out into town... village... whatever. It is dusk now, pretty sure it was morning when we were last out, was I really meditating/sleeping that long? Mom, after being stopped several times by people asking to see me, enters a house with a long counter. Mom set a large clay jug on the counter and said something. The clerk lady said something in response and moved behind a door. She came out with a fairly sizable block of cheese and some round rubies. They honestly look familiar, like a certain currency for a popular video game, something about a legend. Except these rubies are round like a coin and about the same size as a coin too.

Are gems so common they are used as coins?! Anyway, we left the cheese store and visited some other stores. Mom got a clam with crab-like pinchers and legs, food for meat, no fish though, and some dried fruit chips. We came back to our hut to drop off the groceries and went back out. All the while we were hounded by people. Ok, it wasn't that bad but all the baby talk might just make me vomit.

We entered a large stony area. The place was clearly carved out from an offshore rock or something and a large bonfire had been lit. People expertly danced around the fire to the beat of drums and other stringed instruments. Mom swayed with the music, humming and occasionally patting my head with an affectionate smile.

After the dancing came what I call storytime. Everyone gathered around one person while she spoke, sometimes dramatically or humorously. Then the next person came up and told their story. This one spoke in such a way as to tell an epic, but it must have had something to do with the gods as I heard Myrou's name many times. Next, someone came up and started singing. Her voice is well-practiced and beautiful.

After a few singers someone came up with a large wooden featureless statue, the sculptor is a young woman who is smiling nervously. She wore the same type of dress as everyone. The statue is clearly humanoid and female with a simple representative dress, but what surprised me most was that goddess Myrou is projected over it, at least I thought that until the project winked at me, no one else seemed to have noticed that though. Everyone cheered and congratulated the sculptor who looked bashful and chuckled nervously.

By then the moon was high in the sky and everyone trailed to a large communal bathing area. Where everyone bathed in the waters, oiled down, and soaked. People talked, complained, and congratulated one another. This bathing area had another statue of the goddess. A featureless statue with Myrou's projection. This statue is naked and holding a clay jug with water pouring out of it and on her shoulder. The projection gave me a sly smile without shifting from her pose, it seems like no one else noticed the slight twitch of her lips.

After the bonfire party, we returned to our hut but someone else joined us. It's the tall white-haired woman, why is she here? Whelp, I don't know the circumstances so I'm just gonna konk out now.