Looking over at Ameythyst, to the wine glass and a sidelong glance at the rude incoropreal woman. Sabriyya says "Would you like some wine, Ms. Swan? I'd be delighted to help you out with my hands." She reaches out and pours a glass of wine for her companion.
"Our group? That's fun. Wait. Does the half-visible old lady count as our group?" she asks, staring down Jenica.
"I'll have a word with her." Morgana says in response. "Beylor's been pretty busy recently so she'll probably appreciate any help that can be offered. As for your offer Ameiko," She adds, raising her voice. "I'm going home tonight, but you'll see me for breakfast and I can absolutely guarantee it!"
She then steps in to try and smooth the situation over. "It was a chaotic conflict. Everyone did their best and by Falayna's grace we were victorious. We must give thanks for that and remember that we triumphed as a group, not one of us could have done it alone. Without Melody and Sabriyya we would never have survived, without Vasia no doubt the fight would have been much longer and I have never seen a fighter like Amethyst. Mr Foxglove you have numerous women that should admire around this table. They are all worthy."
”Thank you, Sabriyya, you are too kind,” Amethyst says. She takes the glass, fingers brushing the back of the shaman’s hand, before she takes a dainty sip.
”Mister Foxglove calles us a team, and he certainly worked together when the goblins attacked. I feel it would behoove us to remain as one as we follow up on this investigation. Sandpoint needs heroes right now, my friends, and it seems we fit the bill! Bunica included.”
Looking at Morgana, the shaman starts to say "Well aren't you a nice-talking..." but gets caught up in her words when Amethyst's finger-brushing happens. The event sufficiently distracts the shaman from her brief interactions with the phantom that she forgets what she's saying to Morgana.
Turning to face the magus more directly and blinks several times rapidly "Oh. You're welcome. I'm glad we're on the same team,"
Without looking at her friend because she's still looking at the magus, she reaches out and nudges Melody with her elbow [b]"Aren't you, Mel?"
Melody nearly choked on her wine, which was SOOOOO good that she considered slipping the bottle in her pouch if she still did things like that "Heroes??? Us???" she looks at Sweets in surprised confusion. "We just did... things... reacted helped our what are they neighbors, that's all, anyone would have... We're not heroes."... ... "are we what?" she whispers back.
Sibryya finally turns toward her friend and raises her eyebrows and gives her the look. "MELODY The nice LORD has called us HEROES, I think we are HEROES. DON'T YOU?"
"the nice lord is seven times taller than me and hid behind a barrel whimpering like a... I mean he um... strategically defended himself... so no I don't think... I don't know... what... what should we do?" she goes through a series of emotions and ends up confused, asking for help.
Sabriyya finds Melody's comment so truthful she can't keep her wine in her mouth and spits out it out across the table over...
... all over Vasia's face. As she fights to get her breath under control she blurts out "Oh! Oh! Vasia, I'm so sorry about that. Truly."
She rises to her feet with a cloth and starts to pat down the spiritualist's face. "Sorry."
Amethyst raises her hand over her mouth to hide her mirthful smile. ”Oops! Let me get that for you, darling.”
She casts prestidigitation to clean the wine off of Vasia’s face.
"I say you're a hero Melody." Morgana adds with a smile. "We certainly wouldn't have won the fights as well as we did without you and your new dagger doing most of the hard work."
With Morgana's dark liquidity eyes staring down at her, the little hafling finds herself nodding along, going beat red, then looking down into her cup. A small foot tapped Sweets calf "why don't your Looks ever look like that? " she whispers to her friend, a touch too loudly.
Sabriyya narrows her eyes at the halfling, nudging her foot back "I can do that if I wanted to. I just. Choose not to. That's all."
With much emphasis, she says "That's what I said as well. Melody was up front and put herself in grave danger. I think she is one of the bravest ones here." She nods to herself, as if this is an undisputed fact.
Vasia sits stock still with her eyes wide with shock at Sabriyya's method of payback. She remains still even as Swan removes the remaining wine with magic.
"I said I was sorry," she says in a tiny voice.
Don't take that from her! You look like a sap. You've got a full glass of wine in front of you.
The woman's face hardens a bit and the glass of wine in front of her begins to totter just a bit. Vasia takes a deep breath and the glass stops shaking.
Don't stop now. Show that taran what you're made of!
"I just did."
The woman turns as if nothing untoward has happened. "So, Lord Foxglove ... Tell me more about yourself." She takes another sip of wine.
"You... ... You can do that and you don't??? Why not!" the halfling looks rather cheated. She seems to be ignoring the bravest comment other than her cheeks getting a shade or three redder, and her hand clutching her friend's sleeve in a clear shush gesture.
"Oh Vasia, that was truly an accident. If I spit my wine on you on purpose, I am not afraid to tell you so. I am the one that is sorry."
Looking at Amethyst, she says "Thank you for the assist, Ms. Swan."
Sabriyya opens her mouth to speak but catches Melody's drift and decides to close her trap, something she's not very good at, quite frankly.
Sipping her wine, which helps loosen her lips of course, she stays silent for precisely thirteen seconds before deciding she needs to talk again. "Yes. Lord Foxglove, I'm very interested in hearing more about you as well."
Swirling her wine, she thinks about his interesting man. A life-long resident of Sandpoint, Sweets knows Foxglove doesn't take his residence here. The Lords and Ladies of this town are very well known. "Tell me, does Lady Foxglove take residence in Korvosa? Magnimar, perhaps?"
After another sip of wine, Sweets risks a glace at Ms. Swan once again before leaning in to whisper to Melody with the back of her hand covering her mouth. "Do you think she's too beautiful to be at this table with us? No not Vasia, Swan."
Mel's eyes shifted from friend to swan "yes... Um... She is adverse to wearing clothes and my eyes keep getting lost somewhere in her middle. And that one is all dark and light like the sun and the night made a baby, and that one not only smells stunningly she has those eyes and a massive busty woman inside her... Why are we here Sweets, we don't belong." she whines a but feeling overwhelmed.
Amethyst is oblivious to the conversation about her, slowly sipping her wine and taking delicate bites of the delicious curry as she waits for Foxglove to reply.
Foxglove, enjoying his food and wine greatly stays clear of the mess with the wine but sympathisers with Vasia quietly.
"My dear, you handled that very well if I do say so myself."
Speaking up, he joins in with the 'rabble'.
"Back in Magnimar, indeed - The City of Monuments and how glorious a city it is." He puts his cutlery down on his plate and bows his head for a second. "No Lady Foxglove any more I am sorry to say. There was once, when we were both young and a little foolish but alas she met another man and decided that he was much more adventurous than me. She must be enjoying an adventure somewhere very exotic by now." He sighs dramatically. "Alas, I am now a single man and free to find my own way again."
During the conversation, Ameiko comes back out to provide more wine. "Lord Foglove here has said to keep it coming, so here is some more Taldoran Merlot. It is delightful unless anyone wants anything a little stronger?" She suggests.
Aldern pipes up with a suggestion, "Perhaps a little brandy for later Ameiko, and maybe a sweet or two for after? These lovely women all deserve a treat or two!"
"Vasia my dear, tell me about yourself, you have been remarkably quiet this evening, you don't seem as you're from Sandpoint either? Another wandering soul perhaps?"
"There's not a lot to say about me," Vasia replies as she blushingly takes another drink of her wine. "I grew up in a village just outside of Magnimar. It was so small it didn't even have a name." She swirls the wine around in her glass, watching the hypnotizing play of light through its colors. "Mama Merula had loads of books about old Thassilon and it sparked my interest. I've been studying what they left behind ever since. She died a few months ago and so I've been wandering around since then." She sets the glass back on the table. "I heard about the Old Light here and wanted to take a look for myself."
Nodding to Melody, Sabriyya agrees "We're here because we're getting free food and wine, Mel. Just keep smiling and nodding while the fancy Lord undresses Vasia in his head over there. He's making her out to be a hero for throwing an apple at a goblin. Unbelievable."
The shaman raises her glass to salute Lord Foxglove "Thank you for your hospitality, good sir." before leaning into Melody and whispering "It makes up for your complete lack of bravery hiding in the barrel of pickle juice."
Still, Vasia's talk of Thassilon catches Sabriyya's interest. "I too have a keen interest in Thassilon. Ancient languages and history intrigue me, and I have been recently working on studying the long-dead civilization."
Sipping her wine she asks, "Have you discovered anything interesting about the Old Light yet?"
Aldern nods along, making appropriate interested sounds as Vasia explains where she is from. He makes a note to stay out of the conversation now Sabriyya gets involved again.
"I haven't discovered anything interesting yet," Vasia responds to Sabriyya's question. She seems hesitant, though, as if expecting a barb or insult at any moment. "But I've only been here a couple of days. How long have you been here?"
"You should speak to Brodert Quink when you get a chance." Morgana suggests. "Nice man, wouldn't be able to find his head if his daughter Melissa wasn't there to help him, but he knows more about the Old Light than anyone else around."
She watches Melody fidgeting and has an idea. "Melody, would you come with me? We'll leave the brainboxes to discuss Thassalion."
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When they're outside Morgana sets their course for a shop near the Dragon. It's locked but she knocks confidently and hollers. "Rny? It's Morgana, let me in!"
The door eventually opens to show a sharp-eyed varisian women who sizes Morgana up and then Melody, a much quicker process. "You're lucky you're my best customer Deverin. What are you doing getting an old woman out of bed at this sort of hour?"
"You're not old Rny." Morgana rejoins with a smile, "And you deserve every gold piece I spend here. But tonight it's a quick one. Melody here," She pushes the halfling forward, "Is something of a seamstress herself and I was wondering if you would let her go through your scraps basket? I'll cover your costs of course, and I brought a sweetener." She pulls a flask from her pocket and hands it to the tailor.
Rny sniffs the flask cautiously and then her face relaxes into something like approval. "You're all-right Deverin. Come ahead little one, the baskets are behind the counter."
As Melody heads behind the counter to find not one, but three huge baskets of fabric scraps of every type, colour and texture she hears the two women haggling, with enough personal reflections thrown in to make it clear that they are old friends indeed.
"I, too, am curious about the ruins of ancient Thassilon. I am only just arrived from Magnimar myself, and am excited to learn what this town has to offer. But it has been a dreadfully long day, so I am afraid I must retire for the night. Lord Foxglove, ladies, it has been a pleasure."
Amethyst stands gracefully and affects a curtsey. She turns to leave, but she looks back over her shoulder with a coy smile. "And should any of you wish to share my bed tonight, I'll leave my door unlocked."
Her silks swish as she walks away.
Sabriyya nods along with Morgana's suggestion, "Old Brodert can be a little stubborn at times, but he's quite the fountain of knowledge. I've listened to his theories and I think he definitely knows what he's talking about."
Caught up in the discussion with Thassilon, the shaman doesn't really pay much attention to Melody as she departs. She waves goodbye and turns to Amethyst as she speaks.
"Magnimar. So many of you from there. I've heard it's so big that you can't see one end from the other, even when standing on the Irespan!" She holds her hands out wide, as if to say its really big.
When Amethyst leaves , Sabriyya's eyes glaze over as she stares at the woman. She leans forward on the table with her elbows and rests her chin in her hands. "My, my, my. So forward, that one. Look at the way her body moves in that silk. It's unnatural, I tell you."
Vasia's eyes widen and her mouth drops open at Swan's boldness. She grabs her glass and downs another mouthful of wine to cover up her speechlessness.
"She doesn't mean ... no."
Now that's my kind of woman. She's not afraid to take what she wants. Maybe after dinner you could ...
"Absolutely not!"
Frantically attempting to change the subject to something safer, Vasia swallows the wine in her mouth and turns to the only other woman remaining at the table.
"So, Magnimar ..." she squeaks.
"Right..." Sabriyya says, completely oblivious to whatever Vasia just said. She stands, downing the rest of her glass of wine and finally tunrs away from Swan as she disappears out of sight.
Turning to face Lord Foxglove, she says "My sincerest appreciation for your food and drink. Anytime you need saving again, I will gladly show up."
Looking over at Vasia she say "Look, honey. You should play harder to get and make him work for it, it's more rewarding that way." She pats Vasia twice on the shoulder and adds "I also suggest now is a good time to drink that brandy."
Cracking her neck and clearing her throat, she says "Now if you excuse me, I am going to play hard to get." before striding off after Ms. Swan.
Sabriyya finds the door to the Amethyst Swan's room unlocked, as advertised. Within, the dancer is busy unpacking her meager belongings into the chest of drawers. She turns to regard the shaman, hand cocked on her hip. "Why, hello there. Have you come to take me up on my offer?"
Aldern smiles and gladly bids goodnight to Sabriyya. Turning towards Vasia, he pulls his chair forwards and brushes her hair back behind her ear.
"And that leaves just the two of us to enjoy this brandy. Would you like some?" He asks, already pouring two glasses.
"Hasn't it been such an exciting evening? I suppose you were not expecting this whilst on your quest to find out about this Old Light. Perhaps we could meet up and visit it tomorrow. Perhaps we could take a picnic. Wouldn't that be lovely?"
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"Umm ... ok," is Vasia's response to Aldern's offer of brandy. She's never had any before and it can't be that much different then wine, could it? She takes a large swallow. The dark-haired girl finds out very quickly that it is, indeed, different from wine as with a gasp for air, she sets the glass back down on the table.
"Yes, ... lovely," she manages to utter.
You're going to finally see some action, girl! He's not taking you on a picnic to admire the flowers.
"Action?"
Yes, 'Action'. Some bouncy-bouncy. A bit of crumpet. Giving the dog a bone. Jiggery-pokery. Slap and tickle.
"..."
Sex!
"Eeep," squeaks out from between Vasia's lips and she reaches for the brandy glass again.
Sabriyya is too busy staring at Amethyst's extremely conditioned body and gets lost in her words. "Hmm? Oh. Perhaps. Truth be told, I live here in town and my bed is entirely more comfortable than these things Ms. Kajitsu puts together. Quite honestly, I'm fascinated by the way you move so eloquently, I find it hard to resist."
Biting her lip she says, "I have a problem of talking too much and saying too much. Forgive me if I'm saying something inappropriate."
With the shopping trip over Morgana and Melody make their way back to the inn. The hair on the back of her neck rises as she watches Vasia drain a glass that looks like brandy.
The poor girl is not ready for this.
She strides over to the table, her high heels clicking to announce her presence. "Would you be kind enough to pour me a glass Mr Foxglove? I always appreciate a glass before I retire for the night, it helps me sleep soundly. I see Vasia has a similar idea, it's been an exhausting day for us all." She smiles at Foxglove and sits down on Vasia's other side.
"I think you'd best stop drinking now my dear." She says, gently putting Vasia's hand, and glass, back on the table. "Let me help you up to your room. This stuff is heady if you're not used to it."
”There is nothing to forgive. For you see, I celebrate what others find inappropriate. There is nothing taboo or wrong, just things that people are afraid of or do not understand.”
Amethyst sashays over to Sabriyya and touches her cheek. ”Tell me more about this bed of yours.”
Melody looks to her friend when she receives the invitation, but Sweets is rather distracted by a very pretty face. The little one rolls her eyes but accepts the feather lady's offer.
She's seen the dress shop, many times she had peering between legs, and open doors, with covetous eyes, and now... she didn't listen to the two ladies talking. Her eyes can only see the colors, so vibrant and lush.
She wants all of it of course, but only picks out a few, concentrating on greens and reds.
"Thank you" the normally babbling one is grasping her pile in her arms like mini treasures, her smile wide.
"Oh, ok," Vasia says rising up from her chair. Surprisingly, the room takes a list to the left and she attempts to compensate by tumbling into Morgana's arms. "Yeah, maybe I should go back to my room. I might have had a little too much wine." She giggles. "Or brandy."
"Goodnight, Lord Foxglove," she says with a wave and another giggle as Morgana leads her away. "I think he wants to have sex with me," she whispers loudly as they manage the stairs. It takes a couple of tries to open the door to her room but she finally manages it.
Try kissing her.
Vasia turns and looks at her savior. "Bunica wants me to kiss you," she says. "You are really pretty. But I imagine that you can kiss anyone you'd like. Not some cast-off Varisian flotsam." She stumbles closer to Morgana. "Your lips look scrumptious, though. Like they'd taste like strawberries. Maybe I should because I've never kissed anyone before. Heck, I've never done anything before."
Kiss her!
She leans forward, closing her eyes and pursing her lips.
She wants all of it of course, but only picks out a few, concentrating on greens and reds.
"Thank you" the normally babbling one is grasping her pile in her arms like mini treasures, her smile wide.
"Take a few more," Morgana says with a smile. "I've paid Rny gold for these, I want you to get my money's worth! Don't come back until the pile is taller than you!" Her tone is jovial and her desire for the halfling to have fun obvious.
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"Mixing the two is a bad idea unless you're a very practised drinker." Morgana says, supporting the young woman across the tavern with a tone that suggests she has plenty of personal experience.
"Probably." She replies, conspiratorially. "And why not? You're an attractive young woman."
"You are a beautiful young woman Vasia." She says firmly. "Not 'some varisian flotsam', don't ever think of yourself like that. All women are beautiful and it is men's fault that they don't appreciate that the way they should. So don't let anyone do you down or tell you that you are not beautiful, because you are."
She holds the girl's gaze firmly until the words sink through the alcohol, and then closes the gap and presses her 'strawberry' lips gently to Vasia's. The kiss is as gentle as her grip, letting the younger girl explore and set what pace she wants.
"You taste of cherries." She says brightly when the kiss is done. "And I like it! Now you need to go to bed. Do you have any nightclothes? Don't worry, I won't peek."
"Stupid dress," she says, throwing the garment to the floor. She fumbles to her backpack and pulls out a light sleeping dress and after a moment of tangles, manages to pull it over her head. She returns to the bed and looks over at Morgana.
"So, did you peek?" she asks with a smirk. "Bunica says I should invite you to stay the night."
No I didn't. It wouldn't be a bad idea, though.
She pats the bed next to her. "First time for a lot of things."
Morgana takes a perch on the edge of the bed and, after a few seconds, begins to speak. As she does so her voice takes on the rolling rhythm of performance and Vasia drifts off to sleep with the paladin's voice lighting her way.
"Once upon a time, in a land far far away, there lived a beautiful farm girl who loved riding horses and tormenting the farm boy that worked there. His name was Wesley, but she never called him that..."
Once the girl is asleep Morgana stands and slips out of the room, remarkably quietly for a woman in high heels. She goes looking for Ameiko. "Hey Ameiko, can you make sure the girl in number three gets a jug of water and something plain and dry? She's going to wake up with a terrible headache in the morning."
With her good deed done Morgana waves goodbye to Melody and steps out into the evening air, takes a deep, refreshing breath, and sets out for Deverin Manor, whistling cheerfully as she goes.
Melody's eyes went very big when MORE fabric was offered. Not knowing if this would ever be offered again, she quickly stitches a small bag out of the fabric scraps and stuffs it to bursting with all sorts of colors. "Best thing is I don't have to work around stains" she smiles, saying it more to herself than anyone else since all the ladies had already left for the night. She watches the Lord, the slathering all over the one called Vasia, seeing that he hasn't noticed her much since the others had left. Just to see what would clutter his face, all big people show so much on those huge faces.
Later see goes up to HER ROOM, giddy happy feet pattering along, she wants to show Sweets her new treasures but she hears her voice mingled with the dancers in such a way that means LEAVE ME ALONE.
As Sandpoint recovers from the attack and buries its (thankfully few) dead the following day, the citizens do their best to get on with their lives as normal. The cathedral is consecrated at midday during a much more subdued and indoor ceremony attended by the town, who squeeze in to the cathderal. But one thing the locals haven’t forgotten is their new heroes.
At breakfast the next morning, Aldern insists that everybody joins him on a boar hunt in Tickwood Forest tomorrow morning before he returns to Magnimar the following day.”I will buy you each a mount from the stables and we can have a jolly adventure.” He also gives you each 10gp as a thanks for saving his life and forcefully insists that you take it if you try to refuse. ”Use it to treat yourself a little. You sure deserve it.”
As Vasia walks down Main Street towards the new consecration, the local baker Alma Avertin charges out to press a freshbaked loaf of bread into her arms. ”Oh little one, you must be starving looking at the state of you. Thank you so much for what you did last night, the town is eternally grateful." Before the ceremony begins, Cyrdak Drokkus tries to persuade Morgana to audition for his new play and Savah approaches each one of you to let you know that you are welcome to 20% off everything at his armory to help protect yourself as a thanks for protecting the town. Kaye gives Amethyst a kiss on the cheek in greeting and Melody and Sabriyya both receive a posy of flowers from a little girl who runs over with a big smile on her face.
At the end of the ceremony, Father Zantus makes a beeline for each of you, gathering you back into a group, whilst politely shaking people’s hands that approach him to thank him for the ceremony as he goes. Sheriff Hemlock follows him closely behind from the front pew.
”The true heroes of the hour, together again. You certainly helped our town’s guard last night. Without you the outcome may not have been so fortunate.” He says, and says a small prayer under his breath for the lost souls of last night. ”This morning, as I was walking our Boneyard, I saw that Ezakien Tobyn’s tomb was desecrated, likely by those goblins last night. I mentioned it to the Sheriff here and he said to seek you out.”
The Sheriff clears his throat and continues from Father Zantus. ”Yes, we did find out one thing last night, and that was that the goblins had something to do with the Boneyard. They wouldn’t elaborate much. Now my guards all have their noses to the grindstone for the next couple of days, but I need to know what this disturbance might involve. After last nights heroics, I thought that you all might be a good alternative to go and investigate on our behalf? I can join you but it will be useful to have another insight into the matter. What say you?”
When Amethyst joins everybody for breakfast the next morning, there is something different. The dancer's lithe body no longer sports the graceful, feminine curves on display yesterday. With broader shoulders, narrower hips, and a flat chest, it is clear that Amethyst is not a woman--at least, not at the moment. He still sports the same delicate facial features and effeminate grace in his movements, though.
"Arshea's blessings upon you all. And how are all of you fine folk today?" Amethyst says. His voice is still silky, if a bit deeper.
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After breakfast, Amethyst returns to his room to freshen up. When she comes back down, she has resumed her female form. She enjoys the praise and attention lavished on her as she goes about town, especially from Kaye.
At the meeting with Father Zantus and Sheriff Hemlock, she smiles beatifically. "It would be my pleasure to help with this matter."
Melody had a halfling sized room!!! Small chairs, small bed, nothing she had to hop into or climb upon. So the little one was in an astonishingly happy mood in the morning.
When Swan came down she didn't notice the change at first, deep into her happy humming with a mouth full of yummy. When she raised her head to give a good morning since that is what Sweets tells her is right and proper, her mouth drops open (happily she had just swallowed). The halfling rubs her eyes, looks again. Grabbing Sweets arm she whispers too loudly to be called whispering "They Are Gone!" pointing to the once woman's middle she had found so easy to get lost in visually "What did you DO to her?"
Amethyst remains oblivious to Melody's reaction.
"I've heard that followers of Arshea can do that." Morgana says, hiding her surprise better than Melody, but not by much. "Most interesting. Am I allowed to ask which way you were born or is that a rude question? Please don't answer if I've overstepped."
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The paladin is more soberly dressed today, although her hat is a cheerful red with a single white feather and a matching ribbon. The sheriff's offer doesn't cause her any particular surprise, having heard something along those lines from Kendra when she got back last night.
"Of course I will Beylor. Anything for Sandpoint."
After dreams of a dwarf intoning 'Inconceivable!' over and over, Vasia wakes to a roiling stomach and a pounding head. To top it all off, her only dress is torn. How, she doesn't remember.
Remembering that Melody is skilled with a needle and thread, she frantically seeks out the halfing's room in her nightdress, clutching the torn dress to her front. "Can you fix this?" she pleads, looking much the worse for the wear this morning. "It's the only dress I have."
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At Morgana's greeting, Vasia grimaces. "My head feels like Bunica has been pounding on it with a hammer." She frowns. "I ... I didn't say anything ... rude ... last night, did I?" Her eyes close. "Or do anything I shouldn't have."
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She happily agrees to the boar hunt with Lord Foxglove and hesitantly brings up the subject of the picnic to see if that's still planned and who all would be attending.
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Vasia is stunned to hear that the local graveyard was desecrated and volunteers immediately to investigate.
Amethyst looks up from his meal and smiles at Morgana. "It is allowed. This is my birth sex, but my gender has always been fluid. Through the grace of the Host of Delectation, I have been blessed with the ability to alter my body to match my current gender. It changes with my whims, but I do typically prefer to be female. Or whichever my current lover prefers."
The dancer's eyes flick over to Sabriyya and his smile widens slightly.
At Morgana's greeting, Vasia grimaces. "My head feels like Bunica has been pounding on it with a hammer." She frowns. "I ... I didn't say anything ... rude ... last night, did I?" Her eyes close. "Or do anything I shouldn't have."
"Not at all." Morgana replies with a smile. "We kissed, but both you and Bunica were excellently behaved throughout. And we don't have to mention it again if you don't want to."
The paladin casts a brief glance up and down the other woman's clothes and then produces the wand she won yesterday. "I don't have any idea how to make this work." She says honestly, "But it contains the spell Mending. You've done a good job for early in the morning, but perhaps a couple of charges out of this would neaten things up a little, if you can make it work?"
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"Thank you." Morgana replies to Amethyst with a smile. "For what its worth you make just as attractive a man as you do a woman."
The halfling answers the door, all bleary-eyed, which widen at the slender frantic woman's state. "HmmUmmm" she nods, too early for words and waves the woman in with her dress. The room's small halfling sized table is covered in fabric and her sewing kit. A very shapely greenish ghost doll is in the middle of the mess, half done.
With deft hands, the little one has the dress stitched as quick as can be and hands it back with a small smile.
Melody was all set to disappear back to her hidey-hole, but Sweets grabs her with a NoNoNo disappearing look. Sighing she follows along, and gets Attention that she did not expect. Flowers even, which she weaves into a little flower hat. "Graveyards and goblins don't mix, nothing much to eat or scavenge, so why would they be there when there is so much Other stuff around?" she doesn't say know, cause she is pretty sure she won't be allowed to. Plus stories can be witnessed instead of just thought up.
"Not at all." Morgana replies with a smile. "We kissed, but both you and Bunica were excellently behaved throughout. And we don't have to mention it again if you don't want to."
Vasia gives a quick intake of breath and then looks around to make sure no one is listening. "Was I pants at it?" she asks with a bit of a cringe.
"Not at all." Morgana replies with a smile. "We kissed, but both you and Bunica were excellently behaved throughout. And we don't have to mention it again if you don't want to."Vasia gives a quick intake of breath and then looks around to make sure no one is listening. "Was I pants at it?" she asks with a bit of a cringe.
"Not at all." Morgana replies, still smiling. "I'd be happy to let you practise again if you want to, before you lock lips with Mr Foxglove?" She cocks her head slightly with an impish grin. "If you want to that is, you seemed to be considering it last night?"