Lisa is not deterred. ”Thanara, please. Remember Shalelu’s lesson. Open up. Let us in.”
Whether or not Thanara opens up, eventually you rejoin the rangers. Jakardos has beheaded Jaagrath Kreeg and hoists the ogre’s severed head. ”If we show the other Kreegs their ‘Pappy’ is dead, they might just run away. Worth a shot.”
One of the other rooms here is the Black Arrows’ commander’s quarters. The walls of this room are decorated with finely crafted longswords, stuffed animal heads, and a map of the Hook Mountain environs. A large oak table surrounded by several chairs has been smashed to splinters, and an immense bed has similarly been ruined. An open cabinet that once contained several bottles of wine has been crushed as well, and broken bottles and the faint scent of wine lingers around its ruins.
Although the Kreegs have done a number on the contents of this room, they aren’t quite observant enough to have noticed that the bottom of the wine cabinet contained a hidden compartment. The compartment is partially smashed open from the top, so it isn’t hard to notice—the latch to open it is broken, so the thin slats of wood above it must be pried away to expose what’s hidden within: a flat wooden coffer and a tiny jewelry box.
The coffer contains dozens and dozens of parchment sheets, all containing beautifully-written love sonnets to someone named “Myriana,” who (if the sonnets are to be believed) is so beautiful that the moon itself was “blinded when it spied her dancing on the tarn,” and who is “the truest grace to know Whitewillow’s soft embrace.”
The jewelry box contains a silver locket on a chain; inside the locket is a lock of silky golden hair.
All three of these items are surprises to the surviving Black Arrows—none of them knew Lamatar had a creative side, much less a poetic side. After a few minutes of thought, both Vale and Jakardros agree that Lamatar did in fact leave Fort Rannick for 2 to 3 days at a time, once each month, on what he called his “communion walks,” lone treks made through the region, supposedly to put him closer to the realm he had been charged to guard. Jakardros notes that the commander was on just such a walk the night the attack on Fort Rannick came, which further confirms that treachery was involved. How would the ogres have known when exactly to strike the fort unless Kaven told them when their commander was leaving the fort for a night?
Both Jakardros and Vale become hopeful upon learning of Lamatar’s affair, and cling to the possibility that their beloved commander may yet live, and is only hiding out in Whitewillow—perhaps preparing to strike back against the ogres.
Snow isn't overly concerned for the commanders fate, but the chance of sending the remaining ogres running for the hills, where they can be hunted down and killed individually, is a good one. With that in mind she takes possession of the head and slams the wolf's head of her helmet into place - making herself as fearsome as possible for the encounters to come!
As the others searched through the Black Arrows captain’s quarters, Thanara turned and casually walked out of the room while the rest were preoccupied with their findings and discussing his fate. She made her way out to the roof and into the stormy night, the burning building to the south adding some ambient light in defiance to the falling rain.
She stood there quietly for several moments, watching the simple but vile behemoths clamber about. She felt no empathy for them.
She looked up to the sky, and watched as the storm clouds above began to twist and churn in an unnatural way. She then looked back down to the ogres and her eyes began to glow with electricity until they seemed to be wholly replaced with small orbs of lightning. She then began floating up and above the courtyard as more and more lightning consumed her body. Several ogres looked up and noticed her, calling out to their kin in warning. Some even hurled spears, but were far too low to reach her.
By the time she had reached the center of the courtyard, all that remained of Thanara was a humanoid shape of electricity. She held her hands out to her sides, like an Angel ascending to the stormy heavens. She then looked down at the ogres again before she malevolently began hurling bolts of lightning down at them, some explosive, others hitting single targets. Guttural cries of alarm are raised from the ogres as they try to escape, but Thanara’s wrath is all encompassing and total. By the time she is finished, all that remains are the charred remains of several of the giants and the panicked cries of the crew that had escaped.
She slowly lowered to the ground where she stood for a moment before falling to her knees and raising her eyes to the heavens. she cries out so loudly that the walls of the keep shook. Bolts of lightning began striking all around her in an unnatural way, with peels of thunder rocked the countryside one after another after another!
Eventually, Thanara’s wrath subsides, and as the dust and smoke settles, she can be seen kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, body slumped and sobbing as her emotional cup runneth over.
Tightly connected as she is to her packmates Snow realises when Thanara is heading for the roof and her sensitive nose detects the tell-tale build up of ozone as she goes. With an inkling of what is to come the shifter sprints downwards, charging out of the keep and across the rain slick courtyard just as the first lightning bolts crash down from the sky and draw the ogres attention.
By the time the stupid beasts realise that their death is descending upon them it's too late. The gate is blocked by a wolf large enough to look them in the eye and it quickly turns into a massacre. Snow doesn't have to do much, simply block the gate and let the Storm do its work but she lays about with tooth and claw none-the-less until the pile of ogre corpses, shredded on one side and burned beyond recognition on the other, stands nearly as high as the gate itself.
The pealing thunder leaves Snow's head ringing and it takes her some time to realise that the enemies have stopped, that she's been savaging corpses for an uncounted length of time and that the storm has finally run its course. The flesh mound is too much to scale on two legs and it takes several minutes before a white, but now grime-streaked and blood covered, wolf pup scrambles over the mound and crosses the courtyard towards the blackened circle when Thanara crouches.
"There, there." Snow says softly, standing once more so that she can scoop Thanara from the wet floor. "You're safe now, I've got you. Safe, Little Storm."
When Snow moves to pick her up, Thanara shrugs her away! She mutters ”Just…leave me. I’m no good for anyone. Everyone would be better off if I died here with the rest…”
Snow ignores Thanara's protests and moves in to scoop her up once more. The sorceress resists, pushing Snow's questing arms away but a contest of strength is only ever going to end one way and Snow eventually pulls Thanara off the floor and cradles her in her arms, letting the sorceress flail and batter her without reaction until Thanara finally runs out of steam.
"Not letting you go Little Storm." She says quietly as Thanara yells and pummels her. "Never let you go. You are mine. We are Pack. Stay together. Always."
When the fighting devolves into sobbing once more Snow stands like a statue in the rain, holding Thanara as the sky weeps and cleanses them both.
As she looks down at the exhausted sorceress, with blonde hair in straggling tails from the rain, covered in blood and dirt, Snow can't help but think that Thanara has never looked more perfect.
"Beautiful." She murmurs, almost unaware of the words she's speaking. "Beautiful, my Little Storm. My Thanara."
With your full powers unleashed, the few ogres that aren't able to flee quickly fall, electrocuted or ripped apart. You have liberated Fort Rannick, but the Order of the Black Arrows remains dead. Vale and Jakardros alone cannot carry the torch, as much as they might wish to—they’ll need help.
Although Fort Rannick was built by funds from Magnimar over 4 decades ago, it’s been under the jurisdiction of Turtleback Ferry for most of that time. When Mayor Maelin Shreed learns of the fate of the Black Arrows and of the defeat of the ogres who claimed the keep, he is quite impressed and promises to send a new group of rangers to occupy the fort, placing them under Jakardros’s command.
In the meantime, you've managed to gather a significant amount of treasures from the ogres at the fort. And you feel your powers have grown as well...
As Thanara pounds against Snow in futility, she continues her protest. ”You don’t get it! They raped me! Body and soul! They trapped me, had their way with me, and made me break! Lucrecia…she made me betray you all! I tried to fight it, but I was too weak! Just like Savah said! And Savah…she made me that way! Made me like being weak! And broke me down so much I almost drug Lisavet down with me! Can’t you see!?!? I’m a danger to all of you because I’m…I’m pathetic!” she rails through her own tears.
"No." Snow says, once Thanara pauses to gasp in a breath. "No. Not pathetic. Broken. Not your fault, but broken." She lets Thanara's instinctive slap hit her, the roundhouse blow snapping her head to one side and leaving a vivid red handprint on her cheek before carrying on as though nothing had happened.
"You're right. Savah broke you. Is what she does. Breaks people. Makes them weak. Want to be strong, so make others weak, less than her." Snow speaks slowly, trying to make sure that she explains rather than just letting her own feelings about the blacksmith spill out. "Savah is not strong person. Not strong if have to make others weak to be strong. Pack is strong, because team. All wolves together. Like Sandpoint strong. When everyone work together. Alpha of Pack is strong, but not afraid. Want strong wolves. Other wolves strong, then Pack strong. Pack strong, Alpha strong. Savah is coward, playing games. Not real alpha." Snow pulls Thanara in close, burying her nose in the blondes' hair. "Not deserve you."
The rain falls, uninterrupted, for a few moments more until Snow speaks again. "You can be strong Little Storm. You are strong. Magic strong! Now need strong heart. Need to believe. In self. In Pack. Lisa loves you. I love you. Let us in." She tilts Thanara's head up to look her in the eye. "Let me love you. Then love yourself. Trust Pack, trust us. Trust me." The last words are a plea, softly spoken in the rain.
Having thrown away her helm at the beginning of her mad rush into the courtyard Snow bends her head until her forehead rests on Thanara's and their breath mingles in an intimate dance.
"Can be strong together." She whispers, knowing that she shouldn't, can't, go any closer.
With the two of them alone in the storming courtyard surrounded by so much death and chaos, Thanara, still sobbing, let’s Snow rest her head against her own brow. She slowly calms to a sniffle, and mutters ”Promise me something?”
"Of course." Snow replies gently.
She leans up to put her lips beside Snow’s ear. ”When we get back home, kill Savah. But Lucrecia is mine.”
Snow lets out a low growl that sounds distinctly satisfied and then twists her head around to capture Thanara's lips in a fiery kiss. It goes on until the air around them is practically sizzling and then Snow pulls back.
"Promised. Would wait. Until you ready." She pauses, watching Thanara with a potent mixture of lust and nerves in her eyes. The question hangs unspoken between them
Are you ready?
The smell on the storming wind and the look in Thanara’s eyes assures Snow that, indeed, she has moved on past Savah. But Thanara nevertheless pushes herself away, walking stoically back towards the keep.
That night, Lisa waits for Thanara in their room at Turtleback Ferry's inn. "Hey," she says, patting the bed beside her. "That was a lot today, wasn't it? I saw you and Snow talking earlier, but I wanted to check in with you myself. Are you okay?"
Thanara stops in the doorway after having just shut the door. Her entire body is still totally saturated with rain as she had as of yet still not sought shelter from the storm since her earlier episode.
”I…I betrayed you. And Snow. And Shalelu. And the Arrows. Snow insists she forgives me. But…I don’t think I deserve any forgiveness,” she says, almost emotionlessly.
Lisa quickly crosses the room to wrap Thanara in a warm hug. "No. You did not betray us. You had no choice in the matter. You did nothing wrong. I will not forgive you, because there is nothing to forgive."
”But…there is…” Thanara replies as she takes a shaky breath. ”I realize now, after Lucrecia, that that was not the first time I’ve been…raped. Savah did it to, just not so directly. She wore me down until I couldn’t physically resist her, and then imposed herself on me. It was my first time with someone, and I didn’t know what to do, so I succumbed to her. But…then I tried to drag you down into that with me. And did. And it was wrong. I shouldn’t have…”
"You didn't force me to do anything I did not want to do," Lisa says. "I willingly entered Savah's chambers so I could be there for you. To try to protect you, and keep you safe. I am glad your eyes are finally open. She will no longer be able to hurt you, Thanara."
”I know…” Thanara mutters, perhaps a bit too confidently.
"Good. Both here." Snow says, pushing through the door with a confident stride. "In Magnimar, waited. Was good. Done with that." She leaps forwards, bearing Thanara backwards onto the bed and capturing the sorceress's wrists in her own hands as she straddles the blonde.
She darts in, kissing Thanara's lips and then trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck where she nuzzles and rubs herself against Thanara, intent on scenting her as thoroughly as possible. Looking up with lidded eyes she grins at Lisa. "Want to watch? You're welcome." She says before turning back to Thanara.
"If you want to stop. You say." She tells Thanara softly. "Understand? Anything wrong - you say." She waits a second for Thanara to respond and then swoops onto the attack once more as her hands run down Thanara's chest, seeking the opening of her robe.
Thanara gasps as Snow shoves her free of Lisavet’s embrace and roughly onto their bed! As Snow pins her wrists, she can feel Thanara feebly straining against her, but the sorceress does not seem inclined to stop Snow’s efforts. When Snow invites Lisavet to join them, Thanara looks at her, her own eyes wide at the sudden sexual advance, but the eagerness to put her past experiences behind her seems present.
When Snow removes her hands from Thanara’s wrists to explore her robe’s illusion and find the true entry point, she dutifully does not move her wrists, instead keeping them held up above and slightly to the sides of her head.
Lisa, too, is surprised by Snow’s sudden aggression. Her first instinct is to give her and Thanara privacy, but then Snow invites her to watch, and the look in Thanara’s eyes implores her to stay.
The cleric crosses the room and sits on the couch with her hands in her lap. She bites her lip as she watches the passionate scene unfold before her...
Snow's warm hands run intimately down Thanara's front, brushing over her stiff peaks until they find the opening in her robe. The shifter pulls it open and upwards, not hard, but insistently enough that Thanara arches her back to allow it free passage. Once the robe moves over her shoulders and up her arms Snow twists the magical fabric into a rough twist, not enough to actually bind Thanara's hands but enough to restrict her movements and give her the feeling of being restrained.
"Mine." The shifter growls, heated eyes running down Thanara's naked body. "Mine!" She leans down, rubbing her face against Thanara's cheek, then her neck until her lips fasten over one of Thanara's nipples as he fingers seek out the other peak and begin to tweak it.
”Uuunnnn,” Thanara moans as Snow stimulated her breasts. Lisavet knows that Thanara normally tries to keep quiet, but something about being away from home, or maybe being free of Savah, has ushered a change in her.
She arches her back, pushing her breasts forward to Snow as her head falls to the side to look at Lisavet. Her tied hands gesture with their fingers for her to come join them before she turns back to look down and watch as Snow continues to stimulate her.
Already getting hot and bothered, Lisa complies with Thanara’s request, moving to join in the fun...
Snow looks up, meeting Thanara's lustful gaze with one of her own, then she glances over to Lisa and gives her a similar inviting look. "Come here." She growls huskily. When the cleric complies she beckons Lisa to take over her place at Thanara's chest and kisses her way lower, across her belly and down to the junction of her thighs. At every step she is remarkably physical, rubbing herself all across Thanara's skin, clearly intent on covering Thanara with as much of her scent as possible.
"Mine!" She growls, breathing hot air across the junction of Thanara's thighs and watching in satisfaction as Thanara's legs part to allow her access. She takes a long, sensual lick, running her tongue slowly from bottom to top and then back again, clearly intent on tormenting Thanara as much as she can.
As Lisavet takes over where Snow had abandoned, Thanara drops her head back to try and focus on the multitude of sensations she was experiencing. Her stomach flinches as Snow works her way over it, and something about the way she said “Mine” sent a shiver through her moments before she felt Snow’s tongue on her womanhood. ”Oooooh gods…” she groaned as she looked back down at the scene unfolding on her body. She made brief eye contact with Lisavet, her lips firmly planted against her breast, before her eyes shifted slightly to see Snow leering up at her, her tongue dragging slowly back up towards the sensitive peak of her most private area.
"Look. At me." Snow growls, meeting Thanara's eyes. "Watch me." Then she returns her tongue to its previous occupation, flicking and lashing her tongue over the sensitive area at the top of Thanara's private parts. With every movement she keeps her eyes fixed on Thanara, holding her gaze with sheer force of will as the sorceress feels a finger entering her.
Snow pushes in and Thanara sees a flicker of surprise cross her face when her finger encounters resistance. The surprise passes a moment later and she inserts a second finger, exerting pressure around the outer edge of her lips rather than attempting to penetrate any further. At the same time she redoubles her tongues assault, clearly intent on bringing Thanara to her peak as quickly as she can.
Thanara dutifully obeys, subservience having been programmed into her, even if it wasn’t willingly. Her mouth hangs open and panted breaths escape her throat as Snow continues escalating. When she enters her, Thanara at first thinks that finally she would experience what she watched Lisavet enjoy, but Snow backs away, eliciting a frustrated groan.
But that frustration doesn’t last long as Snow becomes absolutely intent on driving her over the edge. Pretty little whimpers emanate from Thanara, growing to slightly louder moans, before her whole body begins trembling, the whole time her eyes never moved from Snow’s. Even so, for a climax, Snow is surprised at the amount of restraint Thanara shows in keeping her passions as quiet as she did.
Snow wrings the last vestiges of Thanara's climax from her and then crawls back up her body, drawing Lisa with her. Once she arrives above Thanara she turns and kisses the priestess deeply, giving the sorceress a front-seat view as she plunders Lisa's mouth. Her glistening fingers quest blindly across Thanara's face until they reach her mouth, covering her lips with her own juices.
When she withdraws her fingers again Snow replaces them with her own lips, dominating Thanara's tongue with her own until the sorceress moans beneath her. Then she pulls back and guides Lisa forwards with a firm hand, taking her own turn to spectate as the two blondes lock lips.
"Mine." She growls, tugging off her loose shirt to play with her own small chest. "All mine." A gentle tug on Lisa's hair parts her packmates and Snow pushes the cleric towards the top of the bed. "Clothes off!" She commands gruffly, before leaning over to free Thanara's hands from their temporary noose.
"My Storm." She murmurs, swooping in for yet another kiss on Thanara's plump, inviting lips. "With me. Please Lisa. Together. As Pack!"
When Snow brings her fingers to Thanara’s lips, she at first recoils slightly. But with gentle coaxing, she complies and takes them into her mouth. For the first time, she experiences her own taste…
Then, when she instructs her to join her in pleasing Lisavet, she sits up and waits until Lisavet begins lifting her robe above her head before descending and taking her left nipple into her mouth and lashing it with her tongue before giving it a strong suck.
Snow grasps Thanara's hand and leads it southwards as she settles her mouth onto Lisa's other breast and together they tease and titillate the cleric before Snow lead's Thanara's slender hand to their combined goal and they slide inside their third together. The act is strangely intimate as their fingers thrust together, slickly intertwined as they bring Lisa her pleasure.
When Lisa too has crested the peak Snow retreats to shimmy out of her trousers and stand, at last, naked before her packmates. "Can say no." She says, staring at Thanara as one hand teases her own nipple. "If too much. Say no. But want you. On your knees, pleasing me. Thought of it. Dreamed of it. Want it bad!" She grins. "You want it too. Know you do. Come. Kneel. Please your Alpha!"
She shifts her stance, kicking aside her clothes and spreading her long, muscular legs apart, leaving Thanara in no doubt as to what Snow wants her to do.
Thanara was busy planting gentle kisses along Lisavet's body as she was trying to come down from her ecstasy as Snow made her new demand. Thanara looked at her muscular body, and immediately memories of Savah came flooding back. She knew that once she crossed this threshold, there was no going back. No way to make an excuse that Snow had seduced her and took advantage of her in a moment of vulnerability. She was giving her an out. If she did this, it was a submission of her own choosing.
She rose from the bed as Lisavet nestled into it to recover, and took a few steps slowly towards Snow, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Then, when she was standing just a few inches away, she stood still for several moments, the only motion was her heaving chest and stretching ribs as she took heavy, excited breaths. After what seemed like an eternity to Snow, Thanara slowly sank to her knees in front of Snow, still keeping her eyes fixed on the shifter's.
My Alpha.
Only once she was fully on her knees did she let her eyes trail down Snow's body to her groin, where she leaned forward and started planting kisses next to her femininity along her thighs on either side. Her hands slowly began sliding up her long, muscular legs until they took hold of Snow's hips and pulled her in close as her lips and tongue set to work. Snow is able to take advantage of all the practice she had been forced to do to Savah, Lisavet, and Rynshinn over the past few weeks...
Thanara is immediately confronted with the truth of Snow's statement, the shifter is clearly incredibly aroused by having the sorceress on her knees and once Thanara sets to work she is soon extracting panting and soft growls as Snow weaves one hand into her golden hair and helps to set the pace that she prefers.
When she reaches her climax Snow's legs buckle slightly and Thanara finds her face practically covered in Snow before her Alpha is able to right herself and step back.
"Perfect." Snow whispers, leaning down to kiss Thanara, lapping the juices from her nose and chin with a long series of tiny licks and butterfly kisses. "Perfect. And mine." She sweeps Thanara up again, bridal style and clambers into bed as Lisa makes way for them both, as her fingers retreat from their furious work between her own legs. Snow moves to the middle of the bed before gently placing Thanara down and gesturing for Lisa to join in on her other side.
"We are Pack." She states softly, kissing each one of her girls one after the other. "Tomorrow. Just us, just here. No clothes for you. All day. Just us. Alpha says so." She nods, extremely satisfied with her evening and the plan for the next day and then proceeds to fall asleep, with her two lovers held in her arms.
Lisa alternately sighs, moans, and cries out in pleasure as she makes loves and is made love to. The ecstasy is unparalleled, as the three women are fueled by love and respect and finally free of any restraints and reservations. It is intimacy in its purest form, and the cleric thanks Sarenrae for being able to experience it.
She nestles close to Snow and Thanara as she drifts off to sleep...
The next day, when the sun is high overhead and shining weakly through the rain clouds, Snow has relaxed her no-clothing edict so that Lisa can depart the room and attend to the relentless call of nature, and then get lunch for the pack.
Snow and Thanara are still intertwined - the shifter is still taking every opportunity to mark the sorceress and she has numerous small love bites, as well and receiving a lot of rubbing and other physical attention. "Still virgin?" Snow asks, rubbing circles into Thanara's back. "Not bad. Just surprised. Thought you and her would have..." She trails off.
"I could... be your first. If you wanted." She offers softly. "My shifting is... different now. Can copy people. Mostly. Enough for this. If you want."
She presses a kiss into Thanara's hair and waits, making sure that her breathing stays even.
When Snow mentions that, Thanara blushes. ”Savah…kept me ‘pure’ on purpose. Said she loved the idea of having me ‘unspoiled.’ And Lucrecia did just what she had to to get her info, and only once did something to hurt me. But…I watched Savah…take Lisavet. Lisavet really seemed to like it. And I kept hoping to experience it…” she confesses, and the rush of moisture between her legs puts a heavy scent of lust on the air for Snow.
"Good." Snow says with a grin. "Wait for Lisa though. This is special, and might need help." She admits with a wry smile. "Have not been man yet."
She gets out of bed without bothering herself with clothes and stands in the middle of the room, frowning. The changes are subtle at first, a thickening of her legs, a slight trimming of the waist and broadening of the shoulders which builds into the more obvious, a flattening chest, hair sprouting thickly on arms and legs and a restructuring of the face which softens Snow's sharp features into merely 'well-defined'. The most obvious change of course is between Snow's legs and both Thanara and the new Snow-man gaze at it curiously.
"Will get longer." Snow-man says, her voice not much deeper than normal. "Might not last though. First time." He walks back over to the bed, slightly jerkily. "Want to touch?" He asks, with a grin that is pure Snow.
Thanara watches the shift with a growing anxiousness in her gut. But she eyes the appendage that had formed between Snow’s legs with curiosity and still growing arousal. Then Snow asks her to touch it, and Thanara stammers ”I…I think I’ll wait for THAT part. This is the first time I’ve even seen…one of those. Let alone touch one…”
Lisa comes back with her arms full of food, but she nearly drops it all in shock when she sees the strange, naked man in the room. "Ah! Who--? Snow?" she asks, mystified.
She carefully sets the food down and stands beside Thanara, eyes wide. "Wow. This is certainly... different."
"New skill." Snow-man says proudly. "Thought we could... play." (S)he winks at Lisa. "Show her how?"
Thanara huffs. ”I know how! And have seen how! Just…never…”
"No rush." Snow-man says, reaching over to lay a hand on Thanara's shoulder. "Not done this before. Take it slow. Good for both of us."
He reaches down and starts to fondle his/her new genitals before letting out a surprised sound as it starts to swell in his hand. "Oooh. That feels... good. Strange. But good."
He wraps a hand around the thickening shaft and begins to pump slowly.
"Sure not try?" He asks with Snow's characteristic grin.
Fortunately, Lisa has had a lot of experience with Orik lately. "Here, allow me," she says, sitting beside Snow and using her hand on his new equipment.
Snow-mans inexperience makes itself know and it doesn't take long for Lisa's stimulation to produce a deep groan and a jet of fluid that sprays across the cleric's face and down her neck.
"Oops." Snow-man says, slightly sheepish, looking down at the rapidly softening shaft. "Will need... time." He looks over at Lisa's provisions and then back at the cleric. "Too many clothes." She says, grinning. "Will make food. Little Storm, take them off her. Then clean her up."
She sets to work, making sure to watch and appreciate the show that her packmates put on and, in less time than expected, finds herself ready to go once more.
Thanara grimaced at the scene that has unfolded. She gets a towel and helps Lisavet clean up, not doing a great job of hiding her disgust at the task. "I'm not entirely thrilled with how she is ordering us around..." she whispers to Lisavet.
Lisa laughs as Thanara cleans her up. "I think she's just having fun. I don't believe there is any malicious intent there."
Snow brings plates of food over for her girls and manfully proceeds to eat despite the growing awkwardness in her groin, which makes balancing a plate in her lap difficult. Relief comes when her shift ends abruptly, removing said appendage and Snow luxuriates in her own form once more.
"Being man is different." She says musingly. "But like own body more. Snuggle?" With plenty of food inside her and a night of little sleep the shifter feels an irresistible urge to nap and tries to coax her girls to join her.
"More fun later." She says sleepily. "Snuggle first. Just a little..."
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By midafternoon, once everyone has recovered, Snow has come up with a new plan and explains it to Lisa in whispers so that Thanara can't hear. Once the cleric agrees Snow grins and then approaches the sorceress.
"Thanara. Come to dinner, with us. Tonight?" She asks, "Lisa and I, take you on date. Want to court you, properly." She flashes a grin, apparently aware of how odd that sounds. "Know is strange, but want to. Should have proper date, before first time."