Melinda tries to bite back a growl as the shapechanger molests the new addition to their caravan. "Sellest piisab. Meil on vaja istuda käed ja naeratus ebaõiglust liiga palju kordi. Need kiusab," her voice a snarl at the word, "on toime türann troonile."
She looks at her friends, her family, her voice steady, "Kui me ei taha seista talle, kuidas kurat me saame oodata, kes kasvas üles käesoleva jõhkrus seda teha?"
If we aren't willing to stand up to him, how the hell can we expect those who grew up under this brutality to do so?
While Kalimac is bowing, the troop captain puts a hand on the Halfling's lowered head and shoves, sending him toppling over on his backside. The soldiers behind him laugh.
|I like you, pint-size. You're funny. You can help us by staying out of our way,| he says. |Search the wagons.| The troops begin to fan out towards the various wagons.
|As you say, Guv. I'll just keep out of the way.|
Kalimac accepts Alaric's hand up. As he dusts himself off, he mutters to Alaric, "Ma arvan, et need kutid näeks hea otsas vabakutseline, kas pole nii?"
Kalimac wanders off to make sure his favorite wolf is suited up.
|As you say, Guv. I'll just keep out of the way.|
Kalimac accepts Alaric's hand up. As he dusts himself off, he mutters to Alaric, "Ma arvan, et need kutid näeks hea otsas vabakutseline, kas pole nii?"
Kalimac wanders off to make sure his favorite wolf is suited up.
Alaric grins. "Nüüd sa räägid."
She looks down without really looking away from him, the blush quickly getting deeper, quietly, "I thought we weren't..." a tiny cough, "because it would hurt Milena.." She doesn't voice the other reason that occurred to her, which is, of course, that she just isn't that attractive with swollen belly and ankles.
Rhost's expression is much less complex. He smiles, genuinely pleased. "Soup's ready," he says.
And then: "Plans after? After all this?" Rhost's vague gesture could indicate the fire, the campsite, or the continent.
She holds out a bowl, face lighting with pleasure as the savory steam rises from the pot. She smells the dish, "Is there a way for you to make it spicier?" Hope in her voice, which is odd since she doesn't normally like overly spicy food.
"After dinner... Find a friend. Find something to talk about until Milena and my body decide I need a nap." Happy, if annoyed, smile. "Later... head home. Fix the horrible things that we saw on our way here." She blushes, "More children."
"You?"
She takes his hand in both of hers, her fingers playing against his palm, "I didn't like the city we were in, but I couldn't really think of a way to seduce you after we left..." She lifts the hand to her lips, kisses his wrist, "I thought I had to be satisfied with foot rubs..."
Quiet, reaching his ears just fine, but inaudible to anyone else, "I want you..."
Lio smiles, happily. "How can I help?"
"I've...think Sandru's birthday is sometime this month, not sure but I think so, I've been um, creating an um, mostly working model of our caravan...except miniature horses and people and stuff, and I've got most of it done, but I don't do canvas to good. Do you think you can help me finish it?"
"Of course I'll help! That's a brilliant idea for a present Myri. You're a genius!" Lio is quite sincere. She thinks the idea is excellent.
"Of course I'll help! That's a brilliant idea for a present Myri. You're a genius!" Lio is quite sincere. She thinks the idea is excellent.
Myri looks down involuntarily and blushes at Lio's words, "I'm glad you think so, Lio. I guess I have moments...& I hope he'll like it."
While Kalimac is bowing, the troop captain puts a hand on the Halfling's lowered head and shoves, sending him toppling over on his backside. The soldiers behind him laugh.
Alaric is booted over with a great clash and clatter of armor, to much laughter and guffaws from the nearby soldiers.
Myri appears to be a bit frightened by the nasty soldiers
bluff:and backs up into the obscuring shade of her wagon putting it between herself and the soldiers and promptly disappears.
"6 sekundit" Myri says in a slightly quavering fearful voice as she retreats.
"You're an artist, Myri. You get more creative every-time I see you do something. I think Buttersnips is a good influence on you." Lio smiles.
"I would be very pleased if you made the rattle. I was hoping a bit of actual snake could be incorporated somehow, but I guess that might not be safe for the baby. Thank you. Just let me know the cost, and.. do you think it could be ready in time for the baby shower?" She asks, not knowing what other things Buttersnips was currently working on, and not wanting to impose overly. "And... I have one additional commission I'd like to give you. I... wish to give each member of Shae and my bridal party a small gift. I was hoping, if there were small scraps of dragon hide left that you do not intend to use for something else, that small elegant purses could be fashioned for the women, so Ameiko, Myri, Zaiobe, and Mel, and for the men, Tollin, Ulf, and Jorun, perhaps wallets. What... do you think? If dragon hide is not an option, perhaps some other exotic leather could be found?"
Lio's breath catches. She runs her fingers down your sides, down the outside of your legs over the dress. When she gets to your ankles, her hands move to the inside of your legs. Very slowly, she fingers caress up, taking the form fitting dress with them, higher and higher, the plug in Lio's hand, leaving a moist trail from where she licked it, against the inside of your left leg. Once she has the dress hiked up to your hips, her fingers linger over your behind. If you are still wearing the crotchless panties she put you in, they get lowered to mid thigh. And then the plug is rubbed, ever so slowly, against your clit, taking the moisture there, to cover it in your juices.
"Take a breath." She tells you. Her fingers playing with the soft skin peeking out between stocking and garter.
Once you do, "Let it out." And if you follow her direction, the plug is very gently, but very surely, inserted in your rear, just as you run out of air.
"I think, you will find, dessert to your liking." She whispers in your ear, as your panties are gently pulled back up, and then your skirt is lowered again.
She pulls you away from the wall, towards her, into a gentle, yet firm, embrace, reassuring herself that you are ok with this. Then she takes you by the hand. "Dessert is waiting." She says, and leads the way, with you by her side, yet just slightly behind.
"For our rings... what kind of magical effects were you thinking of? And... is there anything specific you'd like, anything you need?" She asks, happy to be in your presence. Wishing she could give you the world. Not entirely sure just how she got to be this lucky. She smiles at you, her gaze showing her love and admiration for you.
Shalelu thinks for a while about what you have told her regarding your conversation with Zaiobe.
"I think you have good reason to be angry at her for not keeping her word," Shalelu says. "But ... from what you tell me, I do not think she understood the potential consequences of her action, to herself or to you, and so thought it a passing comment rather than a serious matter."
"I suspect that both her lack of concern over it, and much of what occurred in her conversation with you, came from a refusal to think ill of her lover, and then a desire to defend him. Other than breaking her word, her main fault would seem to me to be her love causing first a failure to realize how her actions might be taken, and then a failure to believe it when she was told."
"If you think her breach of trust in and of itself was bad enough that she cannot be forgiven, whatever her reasons, it is your choice and your right, and I would understand either decision."
"And regarding your fears of the consequences ... Melinda does not strike me as sharing Alaric's ... eccentricities. While she respects his opinion, I do the most likely possibility is that she will form her own."
Lio listens. If anyone can make her listen, it's Shae. She nods, after careful consideration. Calmer. You're right. I... was just really upset, and needed time to process, and when Zaiobe seemed to blow off my concern, and put the focus on how great Alaric is, I never thought it could be because she didn't understand how big of a deal it was to me. And... she is my friend, I don't want to loose her friendship.
I... guess I need to sit down and talk with her, explain what I was feeling when she said what she did. And get her point of view, so she understands that her feelings are important to me. I got so mad, I didn't want to touch her. I didn't even realize for a moment that that meant she couldn't talk to me. All I could think about was that when I felt terrible, when I was that upset, I was usually on the receiving end of a beating, and psychologically, I just couldn't quite deal with being touched."
A pause, she gets up, finds some water, comes back over to you, drinking it. "I know maybe it seems like I demonize people that I disagree with. I know I overreact easily. But... in my defense, I haven't exactly had the best experiences with people. And... I don't hate Alaric. I don't understand him. I am terrified that he has the power to take people from me that I care about. But... I know he's not the controlling jerk that I imagine him to be. He would never keep my loved ones from me. He believes in freedom and justice. He's a bit strange, but he's a good man. And my fears are stupid. I... I just, for nearly a hundred years, I never had anything, I could trust no one. So... trust is hard for me. I keep expecting people to do terrible things, just because they can. And I don't read people well, so I constantly misunderstand them, which really doesn't help matters. But... when I found out I had a family... and... I found you... sometimes I just get so scared. When... when you were kidnapped, I... I all I could think about was what terrible things could be happening to you. Things that had happened to me. And... when you were hurt, but ok... I was so thankful that you didn't have to experience some of the things I did. I never wanted to let you go."
She's possibly off topic now, but tries to get back on, "I guess, when Z admitted breaking her word to me, I just saw my future crumble, and a repeat of my experiences, that really, other people can't be trusted. But on the other hand, it didn't make sense, because, really, why would Mel or Alaric even be mad about it... the spirit of her dance was so innocent, she was so full of joy, and she read my mind, because pretty much all I could think of at that point was you whirling pasties around, dancing for me", Lio blushes at the idea of you in pasties, "and she offered to give lessons... but... I guess, with the time that I messed up the present for Mel and Alaric, I just panicked and went overboard, and I shouldn't have gone off on Z like that. I should have just asked her to give me some time to process. If you're right, and she really didn't understand how serious my request was... I guess... I just... I don't really ask for things. So... when I asked her for something, I thought she would realize how serious it was. But... I should have been firmer. I shouldn't have backed down so easy, but she seemed to really want to dance, and I thought, what's the harm if she's ok with not talking about it? Why would I even think that? I would never do something I couldn't tell you about... but it didn't seem like a big deal to her, so I thought, ok, I guess it's ok that she strips and you know, her dance was quite spectacular. Even Jorun whistled.
I ...should be more forgiving. She even told me that I had said hurtful things to her in the past and she'd forgiven me. I don't even know what I said that could have hurt her. And our argument got out of hand so quickly, she never had the chance to tell me. But if I said things that hurt her, and she could forgive me, then I can forgive her, when she had no idea how serious my request was. But I think at this point she's probably really upset at me, and doesn't want to talk to me. And, she's probably in the process of telling Alaric what happened, since according to Z, Mel seemed to think the striptease was a big deal. Which I don't really understand, but I've come to accept humans make no sense most of the time. So I guess she'll want some time to cool down from our argument. Maybe I can ask her to talk with me later tonight or tomorrow?"
Just a day or so after leaving the city behind, Lio goes to find Attatoq and Kalimac.
"How's 'e writen' comen along, sir Wolf?" She asks Attatoq, quite seriously. Interested in what he's doing.
She smiles at Kalimac. With his crazy people skills, he can probably tell she wants to ask him something.
As some point, Lio will try to arrange a meeting with someone at the merchant guild, so she and Jorun can begin to invest in a caravan. If she gets the chance, she would ask elves, or the blue people, if they could recommend someone for her to talk to over there.
Hrunndalf raises an eyebrow as Miyaro reveals herself, then frowns angrily as she is groped.
Hrunndalf grumbles, "Nad on katk maa peale. Tapatalgud arv kolme?"
Various people shift around, change their postures, move to a somewhat different place. The unfamiliar small children in front of the slender blond woman step into the shadows. In Halfling, Liothonae asks a quiet question of Miyaro - can you take on this foe? Miyaro merely shrugs her shoulders. She does not know.
And then, with a quietly spoken word for three in Halfling, the battle begins.
Melinda starts by laying a wall of fire across the road, the grass, and as many of the troops as she can, separating their numbers and blocking any charges from them. Shortly after, all of you pitch in with your own assaults, catching the surprised foe flat-footed.
With a bellow of rage, their leader shouts, |Kill them! Kill them all!|
Before your eyes, the troops - all of them - change into muscular, gray skinned creatures with tiny eyes and savage expressions. They look almost like hobgoblins, but something about them is ... strangely off.
They draw their weapons and stumble forward through the fire. The battle is joined in earnest.
16 total damage to Caravan
You move into a defensive position, but these are not ordinary soldiers, they fly into battle, meeting your hurled fire with blasts of freezing cold.
33 total damage to Caravan
19 total damage to Oni
Blow after blow is exchanged, blood coating the tall grass.
Deadlocked, unable to pierce each others' defenses, the battle rages on.
64 total damage to Caravan
The sheer numbers of the enemy are beginning to take their toll. There are twice as many of them as there are of you, and you fear you will be flanked and routed.
93 total damage to Caravan
40 total damage to Oni
But as they press hard, a well-placed assault takes out a number of them.
115 total damage to Caravan
132 total damage to Caravan
Although the no longer have the numerical advantage, many of them have yet to be injured, while you are all bloodied and weary.
149 total damage to Caravan
60 total damage to Oni
Rallying, you strike back, healing spells keeping you on your feet as the enemy, lacking this advantage, continues to die.
173 total damage to Caravan
83 total damage to Oni
Back and forth the battle rages, neither side seeming to gain an advantage for very long.
200 total damage to Caravan
You are on the point of flight, but they seem nearly defeated as well. You think if you press on for just a few more rounds, you can defeat them.
227 total damage to Caravan
108 total damage to Oni
The battle turns. Anticipating their bloody assault, you lay down a withering counter-attack.
When the dust from it clears, the Oni have been destroyed.
The Caravan has taken 227 points of damage.
Lio looks from Mel, to Hrunndalf, to the Oni. "Three. She says quietly in Halfling.
"Ow," says a bloody and exhausted Alaric. After a moment to regain feeling in his extremities, he clanks over to check on his pregnant mate. "Look on the bright side... this is normal activity for an orc mother..." he mutters to himself.
"Ow," says a bloody and exhausted Alaric. After a moment to regain feeling in his extremities, he clanks over to check on his pregnant mate. "Look on the bright side... this is normal activity for an orc mother..." he mutters to himself.
After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor.
"Ow," says a bloody and exhausted Alaric. After a moment to regain feeling in his extremities, he clanks over to check on his pregnant mate. "Look on the bright side... this is normal activity for an orc mother..." he mutters to himself.After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor.
Lio stays nearby in case assistance is needed.
He gently but firmly turns her around, leaning over her shoulder to kiss her. "You probably want to get off your feet," he says, though he doesn't really wait for a response, simply guiding her to the bed.
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As some point, Lio will try to arrange a meeting with someone at the merchant guild, so she and Jorun can begin to invest in a caravan. If she gets the chance, she would ask elves, or the blue people, if they could recommend someone for her to talk to over there.
In fact, you quickly discover that one of the elves is a member in high standing of a merchant guild, as the elves are heavily involved with the mithral trade in Tian Xia. Your newfound friends quickly arrange an introduction with her, a woman named Pyonna.
"For our rings... what kind of magical effects were you thinking of? And... is there anything specific you'd like, anything you need?" She asks, happy to be in your presence. Wishing she could give you the world. Not entirely sure just how she got to be this lucky. She smiles at you, her gaze showing her love and admiration for you.
”Perhaps something protective? I would like to think that the ring I gave you was helping to keep you safe,” she says. ”There is nothing I need, but I would like something that speaks to us, who we are, what we dream of.”
"I would be very pleased if you made the rattle. I was hoping a bit of actual snake could be incorporated somehow, but I guess that might not be safe for the baby. Thank you. Just let me know the cost, and.. do you think it could be ready in time for the baby shower?" She asks, not knowing what other things Buttersnips was currently working on, and not wanting to impose overly. "And... I have one additional commission I'd like to give you. I... wish to give each member of Shae and my bridal party a small gift. I was hoping, if there were small scraps of dragon hide left that you do not intend to use for something else, that small elegant purses could be fashioned for the women, so Ameiko, Myri, Zaiobe, and Mel, and for the men, Tollin, Ulf, and Jorun, perhaps wallets. What... do you think? If dragon hide is not an option, perhaps some other exotic leather could be found?"
”Oh, I should have plenty of dragon hide left over – in all honesty, I was wondering what I would do with the rest of it when I was finished with the primary project. I should have the rattle ready in time, but I’ll have to give some thought to the snake aspect ... snakeskin isn’t toxic, I think ...” Buttersnips chatters happily about the potention of the various projects.
After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor.
"What'd I say? Totally normal."
Alaric quickly helps Mel in the direction of the wagon. "Zaiobe, I'm going to need you to help me get this stupid armor off. Reta, get water and rags. I need to get this blood off of her." Even through the businesslike comportment of the barked orders, Alaric's excitement shines through.
You could make Milena a baby blanket... after all... she was there for the dragon slaying. Lio suggests.
"I don't understand humans very well either," she confesses. "If Zaiobe is talking with Alaric right now, I could not predict whether he is reacting with hysterical outrage or mild calm. Whether your prediction of his reaction was precise and insightful or misguided."
"But ... even if your relations with him are strained, it will not be the first nor the last time in history that someone had in-law issues. And while that might be unpleasant, you have never been all that close to him. The greater concern is how all this will affect your relations with those you are close to."
"And that is where the issue of trust may come in. Trust that if you meant no harm, Melinda will make up her own mind and form her own opinion. Trust that Zaiobe meant no harm, and was as unwary as you giving your gift upon the Solstice."
"Trust is a paradox. If you never extend it, you will never be hurt. But you will also always be hurting."
She strokes your face. "I would talk to Zaiobe. You might even consider apologizing for speaking to her without touching her. You had reasons, but I cannot imagine that was pleasant, and even when you are in the right, it is wise to acknowledge when you are also in the wrong."
After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor."What'd I say? Totally normal."
Alaric quickly helps Mel in the direction of the wagon. "Zaiobe, I'm going to need you to help me get this stupid armor off. Reta, get water and rags. I need to get this blood off of her." Even through the businesslike comportment of the barked orders, Alaric's excitement shines through.
The moan of pain as the first of the contractions goes through her body is quickly bitten back by long monastic habit. Instead of sound, she just holds on to Alaric's metal form, breathing quick and ragged. Then almost limp as the pain passes and she realizes Alaric is trying to get her to the wagon.
She looks up at Alaric, a joy shining through the lingering pain, "About time..."
And seeing worried relatives, her smile is full of confidence. And a little fear, but far less than is normal or sane for a first-time mother.
The moan of pain as the first of the contractions goes through her body is quickly bitten back by long monastic habit. Instead of sound, she just holds on to Alaric's metal form, breathing quick and ragged. Then almost limp as the pain passes and she realizes Alaric is trying to get her to the wagon.
She looks up at Alaric, a joy shining through the lingering pain, "About time..."
And seeing worried relatives, her smile is full of confidence. And a little fear, but far less than is normal or sane for a first-time mother.
"Not sure I mentioned this today," Alaric remarks with a metallic echo, "but I love you. Now let's get our daughter out of there and into our lives, shall we?"
Then has Zaiobe assist getting the lobstered metal off his body. When she's finished, he likely surprises her with a quick kiss. "We're having a baby!" he says gleefully, pain washed away on a tsunami of pure joy.
Then he gets to work delivering the child. He will bring his formidable healing skills to bear , and compliment that with Cure spells and channels.
Those equipped to tell the difference might note that he's using more magic than would appear strictly necessary.
After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor.
Rhost goes and starts water boiling .
And prepares a late lunch / early dinner for the Caravan.
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Just a day or so after leaving the city behind, Lio goes to find Attatoq and Kalimac.
"How's 'e writen' comen along, Sir Wolf?" She asks Attatoq, quite seriously. Interested in what he's doing.
She smiles at Kalimac. With his crazy people skills, he can probably tell she wants to ask him something.
"I gave him some ideas for some new poetry. I've been looking forward to reading what he comes up with." He scratches the large, eloquent wolf behind the ears.
Reading the elf's body language, Kalimac asks, "Something on your mind, Lio?"
"Ow," says a bloody and exhausted Alaric. After a moment to regain feeling in his extremities, he clanks over to check on his pregnant mate. "Look on the bright side... this is normal activity for an orc mother..." he mutters to himself.After which comment Melinda immediately goes into labor.
As Kalimac has no midwifery skills to bring to bear, he keeps clear of the hustle and bustle that's sure to start. He does keep close enough that if he's needed he can be retrieved quickly.
"Is there a way for you to make it spicier?" Hope in her voice, which is odd since she doesn't normally like overly spicy food.
"After dinner... Find a friend. Find something to talk about until Milena and my body decide I need a nap." Happy, if annoyed, smile. "Later... head home. Fix the horrible things that we saw on our way here." She blushes, "More children."
"You?"
"Ginger or pepper?" Rhost asks. "Caravan or by sea? Insane or misguided? How many?"
And then he thoughtfully chews a piece of gristle. "Finish this," Rhbost gives another of those general gestures, "In-depth discussions with Kelda," a shrug. "Ħajja huwa iebes biżżejjed jum wieħed kull darba. Naturalment ikollok pjanijiet." A big grin.
The bulk of her belly hinders her normally lithe movement, but her enthusiastic desire to be with him more than makes up for her awkward body. As they get to the bed she turns back to him, her hands sneaking under his clothes. A small pout of annoyance when she realizes can't kiss him as she caresses him, her belly forcing a certain distance.
"Not sure I mentioned this today," Alaric remarks with a metallic echo, "but I love you. Now let's get our daughter out of there and into our lives, shall we?"
People start rushing about, dodging past the heaped dead bodies if the Oni. Zaiobe is undoing Alaric's armor before they even reach the wagon. Reta runs off and returns with water and strips of cloth ...
... and also a perplexed looking rhinoceros, standing nearby just in case, although she does not bring the rhino into the wagon.
Zaiobe strips Alaric out of his armor in record time. Already glowing with happiness at the situation, she practically seems to go nova when Alaric kisses her. She stands by for whatever help is needed, letting the professional call the shots, but assisting where she can: ... quite well and ably.
... The labor takes four and half hours before it is finally time.
You could make Milena a baby blanket... after all... she was there for the dragon slaying. Lio suggests.
Buttersnips looks thoughtful. "I am reasonably sure dragon scales are not baby safe," she says regretfully.
Under your direction, she inhales, and then exhales.
"I think, you will find, dessert to your liking." She whispers in your ear, as your panties are gently pulled back up, and then your skirt is lowered again.
She pulls you away from the wall, towards her, into a gentle, yet firm, embrace, reassuring herself that you are ok with this. Then she takes you by the hand. "Dessert is waiting." She says, and leads the way, with you by her side, yet just slightly behind.
"Then by all means," she says, "Please take me wherever you wish." She follows your lead.
And when, after what seems like a much longer time to the soon-to-be mother, it is time, she pushes.
Buttersnips looks thoughtful. "I am reasonably sure dragon scales are not baby safe," she says regretfully.
"I suppose you have a point there... hmmm.. about about a mobile? You know, the things that hang over the crib suspended from strings to make interesting patters and sounds as they move against each other. That could be scales... or... prettily carved teeth... that would be neat." She ponders a moment. "Or you could make a doll or a teddy bear." She suggests.
"Then by all means," she says, "Please take me wherever you wish." She follows your lead.
Lio walks with you. After a short while, her hand lets go of yours, and she puts her arm around your waist, protectively. "I will..." She whispers into your ear, in Elven, her tone seductive, full of desire for you. "And after that... we, will do whatever I wish."
She takes you to the fountain. Offering you a place on the blanket near the little basket of pastries and the lowly burning lamp. Lio helps you sit.
Once you are seated in whichever manner you find most comfortable, each position you sit in, likely reminding you of what you are submitting to, Lio too sits down, her body language open, confident in her love for you. She directs the servants to keep a little ways away, to offer you a bit of privacy, no matter how imagined it might be.
She takes a little plate from the basket, and places a fruity pastry on it. After tearing a small piece off, with fruit on it, she holds it up to your mouth, to offer it to you, and feed it to you, should you so desire. Once you have taken the bite, she looks at you, (bluff to look stern) almost sternly, although the amount of desire in her eyes drowns out her attempt at being too firm with you. Perhaps she needs more confidence. She speaks very softly, in Elven.
"I understand you have been very naughty, young lady. Perhaps the problem is a lack of discipline in your life. So we need to set some ground rules for you to obey, and concrete consequences for when you break those rules... The only desert you get from now on, is desert I feed you, or, if we are alone, that you eat off me. Is that understood?"
She waits for your answer, then touches your face, very gently turning it first to the right, then the left, as she looks at you. Her fingers caressing your cheeks, she then picks up another tasty morsel, and offers it to you. After a moment of admiring you as you eat, she continues, "I like the makeup. You'll wear it, more often from now on." Her pretty smile as she admires how beautiful you are, ruining the effort of sternness.
She tries to get back in character, "You will fastidiously groom your neither regions for the foreseeable future. I want... to see you maintain the bareness, so when I taste you, lick you, kiss your lower lips, there is nothing between us but your juices" Her words are alternately even quieter than her normal whisper, and occasionally emphasized. As she says the word 'lips' she feeds you another bite of the fruity desert.
"If there is something you need, or something you want... you will tell me immediately if you do not have the funds. If I have to play a thousand questions or guess what's the matter, I'll give you something to think about. You'll be spanked soundly for your indiscretions. Is that clear? Furthermore, and on the subject of spanking, right now, you going to tell me everything naughty that you've done. And you better not leave anything out." She takes a bite out of the pastry she's been feeding you, licks her fingers, one by one, then places that hand on your mid thigh.
Lio asks one of the servants to please give a note to Zaiobe when Z is alone. The note is sealed with red wax, and a small impression of an acorn has been made in the sealing wax.
If Z reads the note, it states, rather formally, in the way that Lio learned to scribe, "By way of apology, I ask your forgiveness for my being unkind, irrational, and loosing my temper. It would mean a great deal to me if we could talk about what happened. I understand if you do not wish to do so, however, if you would spare a moment of your time for me, I am at your disposal."
...She transforms, her head turning into that of a fox, her hands turning into paws, and a lush red fox's tail sprouting out from beneath her clothes, although she still stands on two legs.
The soldier snorts. |Friggin' piece of tail.| He reaches out to grope her and laughs as she doesn't quite flinch back fast enough, then moves on.
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"You're an artist, Myri. You get more creative every-time I see you do something. I think Buttersnips is a good influence on you." Lio smiles.
Myri's blush deepens. "Um, I don't know what to say. Thank you?"
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"Not sure I mentioned this today," Alaric remarks with a metallic echo, "but I love you. Now let's get our daughter out of there and into our lives, shall we?"People start rushing about, dodging past the heaped dead bodies if the Oni. Zaiobe is undoing Alaric's armor before they even reach the wagon. Reta runs off and returns with water and strips of cloth ...
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... and also a perplexed looking rhinoceros, standing nearby just in case, although she does not bring the rhino into the wagon.
Myri finds Buttersnips, giver her a hug and looks towards the Family Wagon a little anxiously, "Um, I'm really not sure what I can do to help. Um...any ideas?"
Myri's blush deepens. "Um, I don't know what to say. Thank you?"
Lio is still smiling. Her words sincere. "You're welcome."
A small pause. "What kind of material and weave would you like? Traditional Canvas? Should I weave fine wool or cotton for authenticity? Or would you prefer something flashier?" She thinks about what she has in her basket of fabric and weaving supplies. "I can do a creamy white, natural un-dyed, so that's really more of a beige, a dark red, black, and I think I have some royal blue and pine green left. Oh and I know I have some gold thread if you like. I could also pick up some silk, if you want. I've been meaning to work with it to get a feel for it."
Lio is still smiling. Her words sincere. "You're welcome."
A small pause. "What kind of material and weave would you like? Traditional Canvas? Should I weave fine wool or cotton for authenticity? Or would you prefer something flashier?" She thinks about what she has in her basket of fabric and weaving supplies. "I can do a creamy white, natural un-dyed, so that's really more of a beige, a dark red, black, and I think I have some royal blue and pine green left. Oh and I know I have some gold thread if you like. I could also pick up some silk, if you want. I've been meaning to work with it to get a feel for it."
Myri smiles happily, "I was trying to go for as close to the actual as possible," she glances at the wagons, then back to Lio, "but this is your area of expertise, not mine. Whatever you feel would be appropriate and are willing to contribute would be wonderful. I'm really looking forward to seeing them completed. ...& I'd love to watch too, if you don't mind."