Years later Vana, Vela and Vesta would meet together on a hill outside of the city. Each had grown into a beautiful young woman, though they weren't identical and each had their own sort of beauty. All three shared their mother's red hair and pale skin, but otherwise could look quite different. Vana took after the form their mother had taken to bed their father, and therefore looked very much like their adoptive mother as well.
Vela on the other hand had grown tall and strong. She towered over most of her male suitors, let alone the female ones. She'd also gained muscle, though only enough to accentuate her femininity, not detract from it.
Vesta had grown to be (as the expression went) "gifted by Iriana." What this really meant that her breasts were more than just large, her sisters had large breasts, what she had almost sat in her lap. Somehow they never bothered her, never sagged or ached. They had only been a source of bountiful joy for all of her life.
In a state of divine providence, the day that the three sisters had chosen to meet together happened to be their birthday (though they did not know the date.) They sat atop the hill, sunning themselves and passing the time in idle conversation. Save for Vela who looked at her sisters with concentration while gripping her piece of charcoal.
"Really Vela," said Vana, "I don't see why you can't work in a medium that won't stain your fingers. Or your clothes for that matter."
"Try not to move," said Vela. She carefully worked to capture the shadow that Vana's jawline cast on her neck.
"It's your fault for saying yes," Vesta said. She lay on her front, her enormous bosom acting as a cushion as she sipped from her wine. It also served as a place to rest the scroll she was reading at intently. You could be over here with me enjoying the day."
"What's that one?" said Vana.
"Sestex's account of his meeting with our mother. It's rather... explicit. She came to him in the form of an Irliani princess wearing the finest jewels... and nothing else." The sisters shared a smile at that, but not a giggle. They had all three gained enough experience that sexual matters no longer brought out their girlish side.
"Did she bear him any children?" said Vela, eyes not moving from her parchment as she sketched the curve of her sister's hips through her robe. She had actually wanted to do a nude study, but their parents had strictly forbidden it.
"No, and really I'm getting convinced. She's never born children before us, not even to other gods."
"Well," said Vana, "if she's like us..." she didn't have to finish her sentence. All three of the girls had felt it, even when they were with female lovers. Any one of them could have been with ch1ld, if they wanted to be. So far they had chosen not to be and no amount of sexual liaisons had changed that. "Are you nearly finished, I have an oration to compose."
"I've barely started," Vela said.
"All right, but I'll have you know that if I don't get this done an innocent man will be convicted of murder."
"Not if you are writing his oration." Vela frowned at the sketch. "I do wish that you'd let father and I capture you in marble. He's had my statue done for years. The high priestess says that our statues could be displayed in the temple next to our mother's."
"Yes and then I could be delayed for months as opposed to an hour or two. No thank you Vela, I have far too much to do."
Vesta, rolling over to grab a fig from her nearby bowl, was about to add her grievances with the carving process, when her eyes fixed on a distant figure. "Who is that?"
Her sisters followed her gaze. There was a young woman on a nearby hill. Clad in a simple robe and with her hair done up in the style of a simple laborer she should have been unremarkable. Even her beauty, which was immense, should not have made her stand out in the city of Soleen. With every woman in the city gifted with divine beauty, it was not surprising that their children shared similar gifts.
However all three girls sat transfixed as the young woman approached them. It was soon that Vesta voiced their suspicions. "Mother?"
Iriana smiled. "Well now, look at you three." She gave them each an appraising look that they felt themselves shying away from. "Yes, you are my daughters." Her gaze became more open and friendly. "Damn, your dad and I do good work."
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