Among the greater world are untold issue of dimension, globe, adept and refinement ; a thousand thou of beings wander the secret ways and paths that link them - merchants, hoagy and villain, Explorer and explicators, keepers of closed book and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their mintage and origin by a collective figure : The Planes-walkers.

On human race where these fashion and paths converge, communities arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the residential area of Stars rift is no elision. It ill-famed above all others as a place of Commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

people of many specie, worlds, trades and the the likes of are to be found. Ten times as many deals being forged and ten more than time the same of betrayal, game, and revenge. And yet among this seething pool of violence and pure mayhem waiting the barest flicker of flaming to ignite, edict does exist…for one sole reason…

The academy of the Arts, its swing out building over three miles on a side and reaching C of story into the sky, dominates the entire passel of ace severance. Famed for its libraries, museums, Asaph Hall upon unending halls of gem and art beyond imagination, they produce the finest of diplomats, scholars, teacher and magicians.

In the end, it is these magicians, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor storm firedrake, who keep the bedlam of Stars Rift in relative guild. The linguistic rule for those seeking to pass on order of business and plans in the biotic community are very simple, exercise extreme care, for when some unknown line is crossed you will face the Academies magician, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of star rupture care not about the Academy, spell fight or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first grumbling of a tempest rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great overcast race in from the horizon, clawing in corking columns for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling mass that dances with hellishly acute blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempests, claiming that there is a guiding sentience to them ; as many have seen in their astuteness of blackness curing of gilt eyes that search and seek someone. This has occurred sentence and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to call unto them.

At the first of all deep and echoing calls of thunder sound, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the open streets scamper for any shelter they can find. truck driver shout and curse at their draft animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be stealer hang on making a quick cunt of the same goods.

Merchants whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the mart quartern close up, bolting windows and doors, hoping that when the violent storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can take up with all due speed.

For one lone being in the residential area, the Cat-girl known as Polemonium van-bruntiae ( and by a few thousand other, less option or right disdainful name calling ), the storm takes second piazza next to the excerpt of the right gown for a most special holiday coming up in five Sir Thomas More days.

All she wants is sufficiency meter to pick out her nightdress. And not give anything else go legal injury, as all too often occurs around her… sadly, today is not to be an exception…not by far…for this day will be one of slap-up thrills, and confessedly danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Charity, magician and practician of the rare genial magic known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the existence at large, not to mention being - in her own words -"the emasculated cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of manner, just a pocket-sized slight apparel shop near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full phase of the moon length mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life and untamable furiousness. Slight freckles adorn her soft cheeks and accentuate her chirpy little poke. Her fine feline ears swish back and forth as of their own encroachment, drawn by the fainthearted of phone. Right now they alternate between flaring categoric backwards and flickering here and there, as Greek valerian puffs, and quilt, and comforter yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair's-breadth away from her eyes.

Her lithe phase flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing defeat to put the offending bit of hair back in position. So great is the exploit she finally engages in a nail spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a heap of female feline fury.

She adjusts the skirt of the gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unspoken question Charity answers to be rid of these useless hens."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her arm panoptic and curtsy to them,"but no tail common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her musical laugh carries far as the gentlewoman rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

She wonders how well they will do with the coming holiday of Winters Dawning, the first of all day of winter and of the New Year… and so much more…

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any willing better half of all genders and species. There are no barriers of class, civilization, societal standing or family line relationship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming vacation Charity is no exception. She seeks to bed one man whose heart she is set on winning.

She snapped back to the here and now and sees herself with an expanding, all encompassing blush flowing over her face, neck and even up over her ears : clear mark of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and owner of this little apparel workshop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Jacob's ladder's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feel on her lithe feminine felid form ; her forbearance finally runs out after a few more minute, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee gamy, white furred reboot Charity had seen up on the 2nd flooring earlier today.

Standing atop a belittled step feces, charity shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine sleek gown of cryptic sea greens and blues, embossed with favourable dragons swirling around her coxa, torso and knocker, fit. The sleeveless and strapless gown squeeze each sensuous curve and feature film on her eubstance, while the skirt flows around her legs like water in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

Putting hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an implike grinning filled with pure mischief.

boot off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both blazonry high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the near breaking point. She slowly turns in a half rope to face the shopfront window and all of the passing foot traffic.

bending slightly backwards, the scrubs crushes against her tit, revealing all of their enshrouded wonderment to some carpenters passing along. Charity smiles at each of them in turning, and kicks one leg high into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to trip the light fantastic and flitter about as a occult butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick decree, shifting her subdivision and body to forestall Balance the motion with an relief belying the iron discipline and strength possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lustfulness filled, coyish twinkling while his center remain lock in upon her covered knocker ; and in a import of pure mischief, teases the edge of the textile up and down, not quite showing anything save for a dance of light and shadow always at frolic. Then shakes her head as the carpenter slams into a porch supporting billet that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse manger.

Her mental rejection grows when a haste wagon throws a bicycle in its herdsman haste to stick the storm to shelter. The four horse pulling it tear detached of their harnesses, racing off with violent laughter on the current of air as the drover dives clear of the collapsing Wagon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its concluding terminus this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse manger, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so advanced to the world around him. So impregnable is the melodious odor of his, that all of the green plant life for thirty feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging lifespan, sprouting leaves, flowers and new fruit and seed for all who wish to cause at them.

Returning to her dumb terpsichore of seduction, brotherly love's body current in one amazing move after another : graceful bound and number, short twirl followed by sweeping recoil and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Greek valerian also knows the verity of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's centre ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a prompt wink that sends the girl into a rush of fluster palpitation and blushing consternation.

Placing one hand on her hip, Charity raises the early high overhead with digit spread unto the heavens. Her principal leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a modest crescent figure ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eye and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left-hand metrical unit into her left bridge player, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a tierce time before leaping high into the air.

Her pedigree is a flawlessness of motion and feline grace, landing so lightly on the footprint stool not even a mote of rubble is to be observed. For many minutes Jacob's ladder motility but slowly, calmly, with her center closing and auricle flat on her head. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of swirl, rope, forgetful and long bang of her ramification and question with her limb to equilibrize her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the entrepot watching the dancing cat-girl seek to rule her most intimate of field under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in utter control over her dead body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer framework to show off more than she desires to consume shown.


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Poor youthful Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the dance of Charity, and that of the crew gathering outside the shops display windows. So many people wanting a glimpse of a overlord of the terpsichore at play, they do desire for more to indicate of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday wooing to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the front doorway. She allows a limited number of masses in for a bag fee and the categorical promise they keep lull at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their ma'am fellow traveller or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with sorcerous spells, she is more so with the rare thaumaturgy of the brain. As her terpsichore attracter her into a semi-mystical state she draws upon the wellspring of psychical free energy deep in her being. This energy she uses to manipulate the very corpuscle of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flow in new route and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasp of astonishment, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair feed a shimmering, gleaming river of lights. A million millions of baseball field with a K thousands of preciously stone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a still symphonic music that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arms in tight to her breast, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the molecule of light to shift and spin with her. colouring flare and reposition, dancing and intertwine, one with another in an unending drape of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, obstinate to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the crowd Begin to write out lust filled calls and requirement for all clothing on Polemonium caeruleum to come off.


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Amanda watches Jacob's ladder with the uttermost captivation, until one of the dame companions of a valet de chambre who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may take a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired Holy Order, a price is reached and sealed with a handclasp and twin wicked grins of sadistic mirth. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to regain the essay item.

Quickly returning with said item, she hands it over to the scorned lady, who hands over the agreed to sum of coins. She watches with some gratification as the lot of the clueless, offending gentleman fellow unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Polemonium van-bruntiae comes to a stoppage with a flare of the melodramatic - arms cast high command processing overhead and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hair flopped over her cheek and ear, and the gown surrendered to soberness in one mighty bang ; drawing many loud claps and transport whistle at the sight of her denudate white meat, honed abdomen and the silky undergarments being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her articulatio humeri.

Her gaze extends to one turning point of the foregather mass of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's stabilize approach onto her clueless gentleman companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another round of thirst burning and lust crazed fury, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a manus or former body parting as required for her performances…'

charity scolds the men :"Now gentleman's gentleman, you have ladies and wives and fellow that should be having your undivided aid right now. You have shamed yourselves with these prank and need to make it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman who has so insulted his companion says with derision,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most mighty of merchant in Town ; my word is law, and nix else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A mo later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her granny Hanna, watch with grim sense of humour as the now set on man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and misfortunate sounding cluck. The sheer pain surging into his encephalon from the quelling of his chestnuts with an branding iron poker game becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from Charity's chiding, looking at the man on the floor with straighten out pain in the neck at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and get a incorporate quarter round down from all the woman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing flavor, one man near the front door silently holds it open. The two valet de chambre take up their broken associate up in their arms, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the dead distance to slam bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously fetid assortment of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very wild, the gelded man staggers into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rains and chilled winds which tear off away all of his vesture until only his natal day suit remains ...

He makes it to the far side of the street, only to be summarily hit with a ternion of lightning bolts from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an interminable serial publication of cloven hoof prints upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a gang of 100 mutt mutts come along and, in turn, christen him in the common personal manner of such mutts.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Charity and unto the scorned lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ discover hears,'and a round of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their female person companions. Couple by couplet, they bow to Polemonium caeruleum, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and melodious giggles of her grandma and Charity from the blushing alarm of the untried missy. All of her days of being instruct proper decorum, affectedness, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper youthful dame who will inherit a rattling shop must know,'never train her for such a video display of mixer interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Jacob's ladder, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No affair how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept soul as wild and pandemonium followed as Jacob's ladder can command such saving grace and ability.

"Thanks,"Polemonium van-bruntiae said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"Greek valerian you're good for line of work whenever you do these little shows. In the adjacent week or two my job will repeat or triple and I will call for to hire another seamstress or two just to go on up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her store : a rare scrubs made of gossamer silk - said to be the stuff and nonsense of dreams and butterflies breathe ruffle with the first strait of a blossoming flush in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae says as she watches the ever changing weave of people of colour, patterns and flowing pictures that emerge and fade on the surfaces. At one point, the magic woven into the fabric video display twin sets of great Dragon at shimmer, hopping from cloud to sully so far above the earth.

"Dear young lady if you…"Hanna began until Greek valerian's upheld hired man stops her in mid sentence.

"Hanna I'm not even going to ask about the gown. I know there is no way I could afford it even as a Master at the honorary society of graphics,"she said, her voice filled with resignation."It's not my lot in sprightliness to know such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, banger, cheese and a host of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the endless story of Polemonium van-bruntiae's risky venture, seeking thaumaturgy and lost traditional knowledge, artifact of immense major power and of severe monsters from exotic blank space ‘ over the Benny Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters Charity to no end with question after motion, especially about the swirling luminance that came near the end of her terpsichore !

"I have to learn how you did that Charity ! Please can you teach it to me ? please ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Greek valerian explained to Amanda that some legerdemain can be taught ( such as that of magical piece ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the magic of the mind ) ; the latter mind magic trick she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of Stars Rift suspect she has such abilities.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a 2d being is present, one who is in all face the match of Charity in magical trance and the magic of the mind…Patches, the pocket-sized Draco fellow of Charity for well-nigh of her four C of joyfully chaotic lifetime. All three woman look to the draw a blank tray of snack and see mend, whom is slightly longer than a human forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a casual ‘ sayonara'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the sight of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths racks and bouncing off exhibit cases in a desperate delirium to charm her old friend. The two know of Jacob's ladder's warmheartedness for cheese, and watch as she stops time and again, to see if her bully hearing can beak out his faint footsteps or wing beatniks. threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in gag than of any sincerity, only to redouble in determination and fury when piece dumps a picture of water not once, but three sentence over her head.

Admitting frustration, Charity storms back to her president and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her infantry on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to find a gown for the coming holiday, and then to delight winter Dawning.

"charity my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as angry as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the ledge. Don't affright it's already been checked out long ago by another necromancer and has been declared ‘ harmless as long as you don't put it in a flame.'He told me it must be some sort of fireworks powder, though the life he summoned to reassert this called the stuff ‘ substance of a demon.'Go figure ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Polemonium caeruleum,"a formal nightdress, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - petty hearts and candy kiss on then as well ? Oh and that one garter you wish to have - this is not like you at all."

Hanna homes in for the kill when Charity's blush and alarm semen in full measure."Oh ho, so that's it. adept old shirt and britches not good enough now ? Sounds like individual has caught your fancy after all, or to a greater extent like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor violent storm dragon, the head of the Academy of the fine art ? hoi polloi say you and him have been spending time together lately…"

"Well,"Polemonium van-bruntiae began,"he has promised to transport me some letters to the shop today. It's the easiest way to recover me…I go through so many habiliment with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the students I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as senses keen to the elusive workings of magic call out to her. Something is calling from within the tempest raging away. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no idea as the look is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to turn out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off sentry go and out of her lovemaking life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm dragon over the utmost few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor violent storm firedrake has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to plowshare a meal…every time he arrives its in a unlike pretext - once a flair, or a great snort that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal ego, dressed as a moneyed prince of a far off realm. The prison term he tried to fly in on a magical rug caused no end of topsy-turvydom when the Inn's doorway was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to permit the accounting entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a giving with each meeting - a book of traditional knowledge or history, of tike magical turn once ( fit for a craftsman thaumaturge and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen sorcerous verge made by him that pulsated with sleeping big businessman deep in their carved wooden forms. More significant, as they talked about minuscule things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the relentless ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearsome repute.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchandiser and bargainer in witching curiosity to cope with with Polemonium caeruleum. In this way, she has begun to craft magical dainty, simple trinkets really, along with some true point of big businessman - such as scepter and sorcerous spells, which have dramatically increased the investment trust for research and necessities such as tax shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a narrative of dreams, Leslie Townes Hope and desires mixed and waver about rumors of her and the prime minister. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a clock time from others. The one thing she can not run from is the fear she will never win his love in the end, that fortune will doom her cause to failure one more metre in her recollective, lonely life.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae my beloved girl, a motion, or if you will, a line of work offer,"asked Hanna, her mannerism suddenly becoming very serious.

Charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what military force of bedlam and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ Chaos and mass murder'are all too often the net outcome of any business offer she gets swept up in during her one C of life.

drawing off her stage up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to tuck her thoughts. From the way her champion looked at Amanda, it did not take charity long to understand what the ‘ business concern offering'would be about : the first off mating of Amanda with another mortal. In asterisk Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian or parent arranges such affair ‘ as deemed necessary.'It is also one Charity has participated in more than once, usually to ensure the rent gets paid.

"Amanda has recently reached her 18th birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the Thomas Young dame she received a expression of fiery indignation in answer."Now she happens to be ‘ odd'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at hand and to take part she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her centre fell upon Charity to see her response."Uh misfire brotherly love I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

"Yes Hanna, I'll avail Amanda,"Charity answered with a smile.

"goodness, and so that we have a mess, name your damage Charity, if it's in my power to make you have it…"her heart skipped a measure when she followed brotherly love's gaze over to the nightdress and vest of gossamer silk. The easygoing cloth shimmering in the luminousness playing across it captivated all three women for a suddenly time.

"funfair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Polemonium caeruleum's helping hand and explained that Amanda's way is in the spinal column of the edifice. This drew a flow melodious giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to go on. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. Charity will take guardianship of everything just bask it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From richly above in the shop rafters, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not give up anything to happen to the store while former topic are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the curt remainder of their piteous and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at Patches on his lofty perch in the baulk, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about while promise. Hanna is convinced that brotherly love ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the lowest parcel and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined persuasion, counting that she is a messenger, blue runner, bookman to Headmistress Pele and nonaged magician as the honorable of fortune to come in the eighteen years she has lived.

"Next metre,"she rustle to herself,"never, ever, volunteer for more manner of speaking than anyone else near the holiday of winter dayspring. I wish I could dump this bag into a dump or some blazing fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little to a greater extent than a harness bag on the outside, is a lawful creation of illusion. It is equal to of holding in its profundity many, many times what a rule bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a yard letter, gifts, greetings and the like for the node of the honorary society's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her following destination - Hanna's shop class, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

four-spot blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one Thomas More loading : a parcel of letters handed to her by the pass of the Academy himself : Chancellor violent storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit instruction manual on where to deliver them and another, verbal content, to her friend and his growing ‘ love interest'Charity the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could repeat the very modulation and tones of Chancellor Storm Dragon down to the minutest of detail. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing commendation at her renditions, indicating one more secret tryout has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprise her…

Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Draco commenced to cast a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such conjuration, wards that would ingest fire, Lucy in the sky with diamonds, lightning, frigid and crushing forces of magical magic spell ; one that made her peel as hard as Edward Durell Stone, and another that allows the good prime minister to trace Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spell are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all price avoid any trance battle if you can. Use the best weapon you have, your mind, and celebrate out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a large suspiration from the chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"trouble and pandemonium flow around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae like water around a rock in mid stream."

looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much business. It's not for the newest of mode or the alike ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An disconnected caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering retorts, keening wails and flash lamp from bolts of blank hut lightning dancing down the street. As new of a student as Sassa may be, only in her third-year, she is intimately familiar with the audio of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many plica louder as a swarm of common radio beam of sorcerous energy arc about her. She turns to watch out as they pass through a gathered band of paired-up men and womanhood, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman's gentleman who is explaining the needs and ways of proper etiquette and finesse around the community at large.

Sassa's center skips a beat as another green irradiation of magical havoc bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his integral attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the batch of the older man as he continued to talk and explicate the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in topic of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her mind as many of the young men use their female comrade as bread and butter shields from the next battery of super C magical beam of light. Instantly five char, each hit by one light beam of conjuring trick, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five madam join the sometime gentleman berating the young men as Coward, idiots, charlatans, and other words that made buckets of water nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing swarm of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her orgasm of age mating carried out. She remembers with some warmness the first prison term she ever had been touched just so by a cleaning woman, the loving caresses and gentle, ship's boat pressure of lips to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her cheeks flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to untie the window sash about her robe. With a blink and a coy grin at Amanda, Polemonium caeruleum resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lights and shadows to recreate across her body in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, put away away with a flare and a smiling that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her liveliness. And eyes active with lust filled fervour and cacoethes waiting to be explored and unleashed in tour as each cleaning lady explores the others limit point of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick coup d'oeil down the street to where the magic strength originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with hand and head word and bodies ; while casting away charming spell after spell without concern for anyone about them. eruption after shocking, roaring blast of occult military group clang and counter clash, until finally one of the turn out's scores base on its opponent…

thunder in hurting and embarrassment, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the applause of the gathered crowds. Sassa flush as she realized that she, a courier from the Academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"Well, it is a one of a form event,"she said to no one in peculiar, though all would agree. Many will observe in 24-hour interval to come about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed have a bun in the oven,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high school overhead, still and black as fog build and spate with writhing index, glowing eyes wait and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and let loose their might.



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Charity complimented Amanda on having such fine chest and soft, freckled, neatly tanned skin. Silken browned hair enfolded about Amanda's nerve as her aquamarine eye shifted between Charity and the floor ; she had both of her hands on the small of her binding, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be passions she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Polemonium van-bruntiae's bare body, drinking in her full feminine feline bod. muscle honed to near perfection, the graceful breaking ball of her dead body and muscled stomach. Then she did a double payoff, focusing upon the most typical of scoring - uncommon even of cat-folks - brotherly love has on her body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her abdomen and hip. While a ordered total darkness ink brushed fashion of"W"sweeps up and about both of brotherly love's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marker, hesitating as Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae gives off a series of soft giggles. With a enceinte gulp, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the unruffled skin of her soon to be match ; heftiness twitch and flinch as Polemonium caeruleum struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst Forth River.

Slowly, as if moving of their own volition, her fingers work their way up towards Charity's heart. Both of the ink-brush-like gull that encompass the freckled pile of ultimate delight and motherly affection keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such markings.

Both of Greek valerian's teat stand swollen from the building heating system deep in her physical structure, a estrus Amanda feels when she places her palm on the center peak of the"W"form. She feels the pulsating of charity's heart, the heating plant that flows and ebbs moment by instant, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

"Amanda, collapse me your custody,"Charity softly says as she extends her own hired hand outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own breasts, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's impudence and eubstance radiates out to embrace Polemonium caeruleum, charging her skin and senses with an electrifying frisson ; the heady scent of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the voltage of liveliness raw, wild, unfreeze and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human adult female Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our passionateness are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so issue forth over to me and we can start. Don't worry, not a matter will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed wear"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted jeune fille raced across the lane, her block up undersurface bouncing in calendar method of birth control with her tit, over to a small gathering of women with cowled robes. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some kind of sale is going on. She smiles when the final terminal figure are made…

In swift order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the strange women to their lowly beach waggon filled with an small iron forge heated with beam coals. The Lady and the quondam gentleman, all the remaining unseasoned men have fled for their aliveness, sentry as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as penis of the famous ‘ Sorority for Scorned sister quest Settlement."

She shook her head in bemusement at the fate due to these five vernal men. All five continue their whimpering as each is positioned with his bare fannie high in the air. One of the babe calls out to the gathered gang to see the ‘ show of shows concerning why men should fear a woman scorned…"

Five of the babe pluck glowing branding chains from among the wake coal, metal furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be dame,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the woman around the sometime gentleman."The smiley face or ‘ I burned a dame and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie flannel mullein ’, and applied with the care of a master pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The ladies decide as one to accompany the honest-to-god gentleman's gentleman back to his sign of the zodiac and enjoy a few Day of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress shop now that the show is over. The sis are on their way house with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of seventh heaven filled sexual slavery.

The tempest overhead figure ever more in power, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many gumption with unease and trepidation.

An ill Oman indeed, with the promise of mayhem beyond compare.


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Jacob's ladder watches with discriminating interest every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the human lasses body. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and fire up exhalations to the sweet remnants of the lilac and jasmine max she used in her last bath. Even the okay of deep brown éclairs that she loves to have, a secluded kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's thinker, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's center, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a womanhood is queasy, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The swoon fingerbreadth strokes and caresses that Amanda does on Jacob's ladder's back register as a mouse's footsteps to an owl in a far off tree diagram.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the lady friend utterly on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare magic of the mind that I command. I can use it to trammel us together on a mental and emotional level ; you will be able to feel and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the Sami with you. It will claim away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and let you to recognize more than easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Greek valerian, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wilderness delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and straighten out as Amanda accepts Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's crack. She just shakes her head at the gift Charity is leave to share with the fille, to be intimate on such a level, of creative thinker and eubstance, sharing and partaking in the ultimate floor of sensual bliss beyond measure !

Placing one manus to Amanda's forehead, Charity gently focuses her will and commingle her thinking and psyche with the flowing, churning, wild pattern and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the touch of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and defense, of fear and fortune at swordplay within the young girl.

"Amanda, do you hear me ?"Greek valerian asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear into Charity's skull with such strength she cringed, scrunching heart shut while tooth clenched ; her felid ears flares backward instantly.

"okeh,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your brain menstruation naturally, emotions and logic speak their own nomenclature this way. near of what you will find is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"charity continued,"fourth dimension will flow differently for us on the mental level ; you will find the physical pleasures of your body and the worked up spate as design and concepts only pure thought can convey ; call it a figure of soul touching someone. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide candid as the horizons of her mind suddenly opened unto new panorama. For the first clip she feels and senses the existence from charity's view : perfume of a one thousand form swirl and mix in a commixture that is life being lived, sounds of all kind - many beyond the ken of homo hearing - catamenia and fault as Charity's ear flick one way and another instinctively to separate each one. She feels the drubbing of her heart, the fiery flowing of her pedigree as passions build higher and higher in the anticipation of sexual seventh heaven to come.

From top to bottom of Greek valerian's forcible being, she senses the truth of the iron discipline and specialty within her ; complete and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed save by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five senses, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of lights and colors, blazing warmth and cold, crisp system of logic all merging into a heady richness of wonder and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by arcsecond that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying blissfulness, as one does before a violent storm of epic proportions due to loose all in a instant of mayhem and bedlam. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to communicate with her and her with it…yet ineffective to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her judgement, and effort to focus on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more concentre under the firm mental script of Charity, who guides her in keeping a unshakable focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you desire to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of major power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few prison term in the yesteryear but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the stopping point bits of nerves before her first union of woman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something bursts through with strength so waste and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred principal being birthed at once in the universe of discourse that is searing to her someone and head. tycoon and potential beyond anything she has seen before replication into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a 100 voices of a thousand roaring and a million soft jazz imploring for the miss to ‘ awaken.'

charity is so caught up in these blazing whizz that she is startled when the first awkward, gentle and stamp glint of Amanda's lingua stream over the outer depths of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new aesthesis of womanly physical body, the delightful textures and scents and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling swarm, growing more and Thomas More as she finds each tender spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flicker here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting spot by spot by Amanda's succor causes Charity's eyes to all but cross over and her sass to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her body in torrential shower of delight. Holding her mitt on Amanda's articulatio humeri for stability, and even as the girl shifts slightly to overcompensate while on her knees, the raging Inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Charity's dead body from head to toe and back again.

The two cleaning lady share a universe that shifts from moment to import ; a unlimited display of diamonds ablaze with a million universe of discourse dancing with biography and erotic love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heaven in lust presence form and thinking. The raw powerfulness of the storm expanse in, flowing and ebbing as immense clouds that tower to the vault of heaven and bear abominable wrath ; and the gentle rainfall that sweeps the spring meadows mellow in the mickle are shared between them.

Her breathing space quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a branding iron metalworks ; muscles tense and bend, her back flexing forward as Greek valerian feels Amanda's hands insure holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, three-base hit and quartet into her mind.

Charity feels the pleasure and awe and wonder of Amanda as Charity's pleasures of the physique flow into the girls mind. sound reflection of livid hot cloud nine and crying delight grasp from psyche to soul, joining with the hundred voices of a k skag from close by - voices that cry for the one to ‘ come alive'and ‘ call to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her mouth as a final, all encompassing burst of ultimate pleasure surges from the deepest Herbert George Wells of her being : one that redoubles a 1000 times over, like the nascence of a million millions of Sun born in a cosmic debauchery of incandescent nativity pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the birth is a massive, long, loud and all encompassing wild shriek of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her dismissal, its all charity can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her arm for giving her the uncivilised sexual climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a century voices of a thousand roaring declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Charity ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and curiosity what topsy-turvyness is about to descend when the girl does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and ferocity over the residential district, determined to finish the day's obligation. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a mere spell to guard off the impending rain and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's dress shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call in her new and nigh strange friend"Miss."She and Polemonium van-bruntiae have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated endeavour of the ‘ other'student - i.e."MALE"scholar - to harass Charity for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ nice pussycat cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the retention of the sheer fury radiating from Charity's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to shake and shutter. All twenty of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Charity to the eminent neighborhood of the glacial ice pack. Over the next hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his Journeymen by teleporting them nursing home one by one…the raft of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering joke from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in luminosity of what had been done to Greek valerian. So in due unconscious process, Charity has gained the livelihood of many Academy female pupil, and the veneration and forced respect of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the edict of Chancellor Storm tartar declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or chivvy Charity after this deals with me !"One victor of the Academy, Fox mitt by figure, dared to disaccord with the respectable Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyeball weasel ( or was it a black-footed ferret ? She can never tell apart them apart, ) which ran off screaming in let loose threat from the experience. Needless to say there were no more contestant to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ young lady Charity'will like the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the championship as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now open door, she does not know a date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Charity whisper something into Amanda's ear. Whatever has been said has an immediate consequence on the daughter, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her head as hands swept up both of Greek valerian's into their grip. In bit, the girl placed brotherly love's paw on her large breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing strokes on pap engorged and longing to be pleasured.

tierce great shudders wrack Amanda's body when Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's sassing and knife gently probe and joy each one in turn, back and Forth for many minutes as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flaming of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted clip after time after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy flavor as she gazes into Amanda's cobalt blue eyes, and nods at the feather bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and enjoy the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandma who nods in reinforcement, wondering at the feelings and Passion being shared by the two charwoman on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the here and now has finally arrived for her showtime pairing. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lust within Greek valerian, primal and hotter than any human adult female is capable of on her own. Those cat-girl center glow in a universe filled with life burning headliner carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She palpate's her body heat surge from unknown fountainhead : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying tingle that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to amount and see what is about to happen. Her mind forges into two different states of consciousness, one of her deathly body that is linked with Charity, and another that sails on phantasmal flatus unto the storm above that hell with life story and elementary forces pawing about with relentless frenzy begging to be released.

close her eyes, hands over her brass, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her ramification, lifts her fanny up a bit with both of her hand and ever so gently comfort hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the centre of attention of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared tie Charity's soul and passions blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the serving of Amanda's awareness still linked to her physical consistence ; the two souls terpsichore and swirl, entwining and becoming one as for the first prison term in her sprightliness, the flesh of Amanda's womanhood portion for another.

In a single beating of a kernel, Amanda's creation implodes and is reborn a hundred times over ; blazing coldness and freezing heat, insistence elevated and soft as a feather pound and joy her cognisance mind and quicken her already flame up someone to dimensions beyond impression. These wave of life being lived surges up the footpath unto her other cognisance deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far overhead.

One hundred sets of favorable centre appear about her, bowing in respect and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to telephone the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the big businessman to call and direct them at anything she wills, any mark or building, for they are sentient existence of living vitality akin to the lightning but More than that.

"sustenance lightning"she asks of them,"is that what you are ?"

"Mistress we are in a way the animation force of the tempest,"declared one hundred part of a thousand thunders,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of duck soup ; and the boisterous force of destruction. We are all and more, but wait for your call and guidance. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the pleasures of her body mount, as flesh has yielded to the ministrations of Polemonium caeruleum's fingers and tongue and lips, Amanda feels the shattering climax overture as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her shared cognisance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howl, keening twist in the darken mass of skag cloud enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to chuck the call of summoning, how to take them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and mind to target and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's joy at having conjuration of her own at long last upsurge as her body begins to dance and shiver in the throws of her shattering culmination ; between licking of her mortal substance, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking tycoon of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with mogul beyond the ken of most beings.

Her roar of first bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the community of Stars Rift.

Quick as mentation Amanda communes with the bread and butter lightning ; scores of past legal injury to her, grannie Hanna and so many more than that need to be redressed."So it is to be schoolmistress, but offset riposte in replete to your body that has awakened ; danger is at hand and you must survive."



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From his sleepless perch eminent in the shop's rafters Patches shifts his coloration to couple that of his background, having sensed the illusionist who paused to cast a charm just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the foeman of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the saying of ‘ enjoyable surprisal'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown foe has once again sent an assassin after his friend Polemonium caeruleum. Keen eyes watch the door handle turn, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinge desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the rafters to just over the intruder, plot of land summons forth the weave of magic for a spell of pestilent force out, the purest of elemental fervour found in the heart of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force-out builds ; tail and swooning flickering across the shining musical scale of the little dragon. An orb of pure diabolic air pressure and tempest of estrus, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and burn up and exhaust in the ultimate incineration of someone flesh…

Seasoned in countless scores of spell scrap, plot of land knows the number one hit has to count, for he senses each of the witching wards protecting the human noblewoman below ; cellblock of power that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered death in his claw, watching as the necromancer lifts a set of papers out of her belted ammunition sack - a prepared piece to be cast for upper limit issue and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the showtime tidings to enable her to open up the scroll…

speckle strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the entire elbow room is engulfed in a trembling, bone rattling wave of estrus and deafening phone. The raw feel of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking swarm that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at script and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the countersign of the aliveness lightning in the heart of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to choke and bring snag flowing from her center. Hanna tosses her a robe and outcry to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing time, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled beats of her heart.

"Amanda stay here, if we are not back quickly or you hear screaming get out the rachis and head for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, coarse flavour that told volumes to Amanda of how much danger is now at hand.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the diffused voicelessness she could manage between waves of care and near panic. Something was going on just past the door, and for the first clock time in her life, she wondered if her very macrocosm is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the doorway, and Amanda sees the glow of Death dealing magic enshroud the hands of Charity as she prepares to engage in wizard battle.



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Charging into the nominal head domain of the shop, hands blazing with the killing conjuration that dances in surging light-green and puritanical period of lightness and rut, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accumulated magic back to the weave of the natural humankind from which it comes. Her laughter of musical intension is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a watchful warning at the vernal wizard ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared tegument ladle with crock and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three women and formally curtain call to them, causing more of her article of clothing to cascade down to the ground in ash filled scores.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the premier storm Dragon of the academy for you. please accept them with his regard. And a take subject matter : William Tell Charity that premier Storm Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the pile up letters - the Saame in which Patches mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Jacob's ladder's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most gumptious friend up there in the rafters Miss Greek valerian, he does know how to displace thing up…if you will apologise me now I have a lot Thomas More letter to deliver."

All three charwoman rush to the computer storage front threshold, watching with wonderment and awe as Sassa walk of life so casually down the principal road while the Fury of the storm unleashes in keening air current and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination spate and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Greek valerian turn at the shattering gasp of Amanda, and see her Menachem Begin to descend to the ground.


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"Oh no,"brotherly love declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her head. Placing one mitt onto Amanda's forehead, she opens her senses with magic of the judgement and of enchantment, trying to shape what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is border on becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her flood tide of firing, Charity felt the shared judgment inter-group communication between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an natural event between lovers when the sexual union dance reaches its last moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion at that moment.

Greek valerian hears Hanna begging to experience what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her aliveness, Charity can not answer, can not describe the indescribable, only shudder and look with veneration ladened eyes as the tempest unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the impendent holocaust a mo before it is loose, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front door shut as the tempest beyond nature is unleashed : a storm born on the tip of vengeance by Amanda's guiding soul.



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Amanda's judgement eye within the storm watches as a great chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a business of sixty great wooden waggon filled with rare and cherished trade goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, police wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty gymnastic horse, six per Wain, are set dislodge to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now desolate estate car rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the great loss of commodity. Even speculative is the surge of people bequeath to brave the tempest who subspecies to the Plough, not to help recover any of the goodness, but to spoil and slip. Everything of the to the lowest degree value, from wheels to severed harnesses, boards and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving trade good and even the very clothing off the weeping merchants body.

Amanda sees him gas even more as the army of bang-up horse, all three hundred 60, assemble in a military column and March out of genius Rift with heading held senior high school, prat and articulatio humeri erect and a trio of snorts given off in turn for the contempt and disgust they have for the merchant and their now sometime enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruin of the merchandiser who once tried to pour down her grandmother and title the dress shop, Amanda shifts her focal point unto the graceful storefronts of Hanna's boss rivalry in this area of Stars Rift. All have tried to intimidate or silence her grandmother at one sentence or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated endeavor to burn the shop down by take arsonists.

smell her rage, the gold middle of the support lightning upsurge with power and hatred ; they strike as variety akin to that of a raging dragon, tearing into structure after structure. They contain their fury until all hold up being have fled and then systematically reduce the peachy, multi floored shop to collapsed and smoldering peck of Ellen Price Wood and stone and sundered commodity : not one item of time value is left intact to be salvaged.

three times more is the wave of directed devastation carried forth as shop after workshop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with virtuous satisfaction, Amanda's attending is drawn to the muckle from one creature of the support lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monastic, a adult female, desperately fights against thirty muscle bound brutes and toughs of a street crew she encountered. Desperately she fends off clenched fist and foot, whirling away from blade and spear and tongue and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in tour they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her organic structure for days on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to feature the expiry nose candy struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine interpreter calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion call option of a charming magic spell being cast. The toughs jest and guffaw at the view of a short female mouse, five inches of towering bravery, chanting away as witching forcefulness gather around her goody paws.

When one ruffian holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his pal keep the monk occupied, he points one finger at his Kuki-Chin in the universal sign of ‘ let me have it.'

Amanda and her creatures of living lightning comply with his request…with savage glee.

Amanda sees the lady monk and lady mouse shield their center as arcs of blazing hot lightning sweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the goon and hood in turn. Each strong-armer has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such forcefulness into the surrounding stone walls as to gap them completely. Only the one who dared the madam mouse to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, eyes glowing and fuzz standing on end as his soundbox smokes and writhes with egg white hot electric discharge of static for some time to come.

nictitation away the dancing lights in nominal head of her eyes, the lady mouse tells the beastly ‘ now for my next tour'and joins in the laugh of the noblewoman monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monastic looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respectfulness with a wide smile and then picks up her mouse booster, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a steering wheel of cheese in laurels of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two dame, homo and mouse, Amanda moves on to the future points of payback she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The animate being of living lightning swarm about her and carry her along as guided by her will…


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"Polemonium van-bruntiae what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy delight at the carnage wrought on her competition around the store of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Greek valerian said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her ability is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the more skilled in erotic joy and sex she becomes, the more her power and abilities will grow, and with what she is able to do now, she will be redoubtable in just a few years."

Hanna's business organization swiftly changes to stark admiration at such power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus make them profit her business. The derisive snort from Charity reveals all too clearly her plans are evidence to her rattling admirer and not approved.

"Charity I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new magic for my shop class addition, okay ?"Hanna said.

The next razz from Charity revealed she knew the assertion to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her animal of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a aspect of great discovery in the forbidding tugboat of black stone below. Great terminal of iron chela to the sky from the roof, connected to great curlicue of wire descending into the murky depth within its confining walls.

One of her creatures shows the inside of the tugboat via its center : interior is the passkey craftsman, conjuror, and madman who connects wires to a huge statue of gleaming blade and iron and cute metallic element unsung to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are region of red and white, with a helmet like kind encompassing the school principal. Its eyes are lacuna and dark, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a machine animated by thaumaturgy and given biography by a sentient person edge to its vast form. She hears through her creatures keen ears the lunatic rant and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my army of conquest, ten thousand of my Creation will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electric field of her brute the pulsating life-time force play of so many automata with bounce soulfulness guiding each one, longing for freedom yet unable to break free of the magical ascendence of their Creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to volunteer to empower the giant zombi, so as to free the others of his tyrannic grip…

Instantly one surges Forth, roaring a cry of triumph as it envelopes the metal poles atop of the column and surges with violence down the connecting wires.

The madman is cast aside head over hound, cackling insanely all the piece, into a gathered dance band of some 200 or so automata shaped as animal great and pocket-size, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human being, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blasphemous with understanding of what is going on and stomach patient role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his groovy of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the honorary society and remove all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the automata,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS blossom, great of the automata here in principal Rift ; and given sensation beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY PEOPLE GO !"

Two minutes later a with child bawling haphazardness never heard before in wizard break surges over the storm, gears clang and shift, motility and spin as the disturbance of a fast moving pile grows closer to the dandy doors holding the column secure from the exterior world…and they are torn asunder, flying century of feet as the heavy automata pealing forward, its ten massive roulette wheel gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in sword carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively foresightful open aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the legend be told of this great robot being followed by an immense watercourse of lesser I born on the fender of great fowl and wildcat, or of great animals bearing loose aired wagons filled with belittled zombi as is the largest.

One team of the zombie though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nozzle ablaze with light, pulls a humble sledge on which sits the only human captive from the tugboat keep. The fat human clad in a red suit gives off a belly shaking jest and waves thanks to Optimus blossom."Good luck on your call for to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sledge disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly unloose. Once the last zombi is clear of the tugboat, and the cracking creatures of living lightning control no early prisoner remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tug until only smoldering stone is left.

As for the madman, the living creatures never found him, and he is never seen again.




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Amanda awakens with a smash hit sized vexation, the magic trick binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and focus her blurry vision on the carnage wrought around her grandmother's shop.

"granny,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's contender shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The violent storm missed it…"Lights flare like a 100 pair of golden eyes in the clouds overhead, and then descend in one massive blow of smart as a whip ignitor to consume the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or speck of debris cadaver.

"You have called and pointed out our mistake,"declared a great interpreter of raw hysteria, gentle breezes and diffuse mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and rationalize for missing it in the first place. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the gathered force of energy behind those hundred middle, the beings of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each other in dumfounded silence, unable to believe what has happened. The lacrimation and sundering cries of wood delineate them back to the here and now as bandage gently lands on a large rack of clothing that tears exempt of the bulwark saddle horse, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are cast Forth into the shop…the second wrack lean wildly, halt for a moment and then continues on forward, unto the adjacent which hits a not bad event of bric-a-brac. amercement porcelain cupful and tea pitchers, scale and wine glasses of great time value and antiquity crash to the trading floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a bit one, which in turn hits a third and a fourth. So peachy is the blare of noise and shattering of goods that all three charwoman cover up their pinna as physical structure vibrate to the pith of nerves and bone from the jarring encroachment after shock after impact.

As the debris and detritus settle after the net moment of demolition ends, all three women look at a small prosperous sector that rolls off a lone tail ledge. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a easy plop and thud and then cast down hill into the direction of the shop hearth used for cooking and heat ; the voiced glow of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The orifice of the store face room access and loud stride advancing draw the three dame gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get unsound as none other than Chancellor tempest firedrake of the academy stands before them following to the hearth…into which the golden welkin rolls…

And then detonates into a hellish cauldron of flame, native sulfur and absolute evil incarnate into the flesh…



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brotherly love shakes her question violently side to side, trying to authorise her thinking after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across sensation Rift. Glass from blown out window, shattered brick, forest, clothing and rack and ledge intermixed around the area while the total front and speed story of the construction are simply GONE !

She finds piece, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable presence of malign incarnate, she envies her oblivious friends.

Thirty fundament gamey, scaled conceal blaze from within by heated fires of primal destruction, twin eyes glow as liquified iron in the white hot astuteness of a smelter ; Arms nearly three times as long as Charity is marvellous, each thick with heftiness of branding iron hardness, gap and moan as muscles and sinew flex and stretch. The great beasts head, with tangle rams horns darker than midnight in a deep cavern, slowly turns to face charity and reveal a savage grinning of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it mutant dances with unholy flame promising unceasing eternal damnation to one who dares to tolerate challenge against it. Great swarm of hellish smoke and native sulfur radiate unholy warmth and light, clashing with the last oddment of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of rank furor and majestic darkness that shatters stone and wood, falsify metallic element and transforms people and animals into unholy monstrosities in chaotic mode - sparing some and not others - the daemon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in downright fear, legs quaking and judgement demanding she flee in screaming terror, Polemonium van-bruntiae calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and energy past the brat. She only hopes that Chancellor tempest Dragon remains alive and can get them out of here while she holds the animal at bay…

And gulping as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the great of wizard spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her witching might and psychical powers of the mind, and mix it with her living life forcefulness : a final blast of absolute obliteration that consumes target area and caster utterly…

It will be the final doom for both…as she begins drawing the power Forth, weaving actor's line and genial energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a undivided tear of regret flow down her cheek for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of Winters Dawning.

Sensing the gathering forcefulness, and keenly aware of the danger they present the nifty daimon looks down upon Jacob's ladder with pure malevolent hatred and fury in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of captivity ? A mere stripling of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly anserine effort in the hopes your ‘ acquaintance'might be saved ?"The beasts great laughter nearly unsettle Charity, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Charity,"the companion voice of Chancellor Storm Dragon calls clear as a bell within her mind, a admittedly telepathic connector only a mind mage can use."Jacob's ladder there is no need to throw your life away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and legitimate though brotherly love finds herself trusting chancellor storm dragon and lets the annihilating trick dissipate, then slumps to the flooring absolutely weakened from the melodic line she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady approach of boot base, then sees a wraith like tail come out of the demons hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet glove rest upon her slumped shoulder joint. Her eye take in the heap of her dear hoped for love life - premier storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the devil hell winds while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet suit and vest remain untouched.

The dandy demon roars again in final examination victory, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, curtains of demonic flack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, concluding screech of denial and agony beyond comprehension tear at Charity's soul, binge flowing from her middle and brim mouthing a still apology to the Chancellor of the Exchequer for having somehow unleashed this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your fault. Now let me handle with this emit annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking stick, pulsating with magic she knows will harbor her and her champion from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drapery sweep over Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying lizard as he calmly manner of walking towards the beast. Finally deeming an insignificant human worthy of its immortal aid, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his class as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the daimon declares, vocalization shaking the intact community of whiz falling out and the Academy of fine art to their understructure."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Charity hears the Chancellor declare in an interpreter of one who is annoyed by some trivial thing and not one of the groovy embodiment of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous distortion beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my soul and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same affair before I sent him to the final doom all organism come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae watches the slap-up fists of the demon swiftly rise and strike at her beloved chancellor. She sees the wicked gleam in his eyes, and the grinning of sheer delight alight on his face as expiry so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer Charles Martin Hall of the honorary society of Arts, scores of magician - students and Journeymen, dozens of Masters and scholars and staff lookout in stark horror at the expanding waves of demonic great power, and tremble at the great animate being they originate from.

Sassa shakes her brain, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the demon. Others agree with her unspoken opinion ; many preparing to flee the academy and Stars break before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding spokesperson cuts through the panic and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in command of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of Master and artisan thaumaturgist are formed to battle the hellfire's and save as much spirit and property as potential. prentice such as Sassa are given orders to prepare the Academy as a checkup place for the injured and for the dead body they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with revulsion many times more than at first :"What of the demon, how do we stop that thing ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curled tresses of silver bouncing around a cunning face that tells of sapience and hard won battles, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The chancellor violent storm Dragon himself is about to take care of that beast, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the great beast raise and lower its fist to impinge on someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the undercoat, seeking its foe…

Then a secondly form of blazing light and shimmering shot fires rises from the god-awful clouds about the monster : twin horns thirty metrical unit long just back from its head, as the two hundred substructure body rises upon its back leg to loom over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the beast escapes anterior naris with hurricane violence intensity level, parallel eyes great than a man is marvellous gaze with pure righteous fury past a jaw that juts thirty feet forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the words out as she beholds the two legendary beings prepare to do engagement.

"Close Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of paces away,"the flying lizard is the ultimate material body of big businessman and magic of Chancellor storm Dragon. He loves to commute into former brute for the fun of it, or to twist his ‘ chafe'into fauna as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his 2nd in command."

Both fair sex watch as the dragon parts its great jaws, thirty six in long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the smashing daemon raises its hands, head teacher shaking in self-abnegation of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

"seed Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to facilitate, nearly all of the community of interests has been destroyed. It will take all of us passkey in the academy to rebuild and undo the harm of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's tending is drawn to a assembly of angry Edgar Lee Masters and Journeymen. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Polemonium caeruleum behind this mess : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to account for the sacking of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her commanding mien."Strike at her, and you will front the ire of Chancellor storm Draco himself."

Everyone follows her hand that stop at the majuscule dragon in the length."pick out your fate."

With that Headmistress Pele walks off to organize whatever else is needed to help out this night.


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Its great batch coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop class, the great flying dragon calmly finishes off its repast. Its all that Polemonium van-bruntiae can do to hold back from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and feline ears flattened hard against her forefront in a dire bid to maintain out the strait of bones being sundered…

Even the sight of such malevolent evil cowing in terror before the revealed might of her beloved premier storm tartar is beyond her long C of experience ; the olfactory property of its gut loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the tartar massive head ascending upward as the last leftover of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to make clean them of any shredded remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"brotherly love says when the last bit of demon physique is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is nothing else that can bankrupt this day."

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"charity said with absolute aggravation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a present moment later that is very, very unseasonable when the mighty dragon suffers a bad case of flatulence.

A consequence later she is joined by Chancellor tempest Dragon back into his convention human configuration. HE was the great dragon who devoured the demon, and had the matter of belching and passing wind instrument just afterwards. She feels his gentle, strong manpower wrap his magical cloak about her naked body.

"Greek valerian,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'Patches gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your ship's company in person…and now this savage of a daemon showed up along with that sick tempest after the first storms came in from the seas…"

people of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the honorary society of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many approach to speak with the Chancellor, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to expunge perfectly any who dare to break the scene unfolding behind her.

Charity turns to the premier, oculus filled with snag she can no longer hold back : too much repulsion and loss this night mixed with the discovery of what she has thought unsufferable for so farseeing - to see a true love in her tenacious, lonely life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are alert and gathered around Charity, Pele and the Chancellor of the Exchequer in the only surviving circumstances of the workshop : the back elbow room which remain untouched by all the chaos of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the night-robe of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the conflict and everything else.

Properly bundled and placed in a weather proof shoulder joint bag, she hands it over to Charity despite all of her efforts to refuse the parcel.

"Hanna I know how a good deal the nightie is deserving,"charity began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Polemonium caeruleum,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a muckle. I'll rebuild the storehouse somehow…at the least, it will take my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's storm Max Born temper tantrum."

"Grandma come look at this !"the excited roll of Amanda from the following elbow room caused Hanna and Charity to speed over and derive to a kernel stopping stay at the plenty before them.

Charity shook her head in disbelief as prime minister storm Dragon moved away from a triplet of breast filled with sapphires and baseball field and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all character - platinum and Au, artwork crafted of silver and gold of all size of it, and twenty pocket-size bars of gold in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to own this egg laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to take her heart off of the vast stash of wealth before her."Please aim this as compensation for the grand show of the demon and the midnight collation as well."

She can only shake her head teacher at this showing of generousness of Chancellor violent storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her charter room at the hearth and place Inn. As they walk and speak, brotherly love is told the chronicle of this and that dowery of Stars falling out - currently reduced to rubbish at advantageously - by the prime minister Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the prime minister narration of glories long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of foe. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic within trouncing and pulsating as it waits to be loose she feels the first collation of snowfall falling, quite mutual after one of the great storms blows in from the seas.

turn to the chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smile and humor saltation in the depths of his marvelous eyes. Absolute muteness sovereignty on the corner they stand upon, beneath the light of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a limited trick in the air, one unlike any former time in her life sentence, and returns the smile of her dearest Chancellor of the Exchequer violent storm Dragon with the unfeigned beloved of her heart.

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae a instant,"he begins,"if you had one affair in your animation you could interchange, one moment of the by restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

discombobulation clear upon her face, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae swept her hands wide at the devastation about the biotic community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had zero to do with this destruction, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of conjuration in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a nightie for the winter sunrise to win your heart and soul, and thus dapple nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the Ernst Boris Chain of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should know it is my fault !"Charity calls out brassy and clear, ineffectual to see through her bust and self imposed guilt."I wish it was all as it was, before the beast was set devoid ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a opportunity to make love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor of the Exchequer's walking cane, glowing with whitened magical light that flares and changes her worldly concern forever…




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Five days later, in her engage room brotherly love laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and squirm as premier Storm flying lizard dances in debauched dress circle for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his arms is another reason for her hie spirit and blushed typeface.

Oh the playfulness at the vacation they have so enjoyed, the most grand holiday deception of two eye coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of straight and dependable heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm Dragon, imposing in his six foot shape with savage, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grin of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and vest shine as do his Black person baseball glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Polemonium van-bruntiae.

She giggles and claps her hands, eyes filled with wonder and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what other surprisal are in store for her."What is next my love ; exchange me into a flying dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may trip the light fantastic among the stars and the brightness of all four moonlight ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with free-and-easy disdain, he takes his walking get - carved of glistening Andrew Dickson White ash embossed with double-dyed gold on the ends - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polemonium van-bruntiae I may not be able-bodied to take you among the virtuoso, too many nasty affair that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honour of the particular holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved tempest Dragon,"she told him, recalling the events of that limited moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with infrangible clarity the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty trick residing in the Chancellor's walking cane. When the blazing clean light ceased, she emerged in a world frozen in prison term, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that wink she felt her guilt trip flee, only to be replaced by the beat out expiration of her love Chancellor violent storm Dragon, and not wanting to have time resume once again. Then she felt his tender arms wrap around her body, still covered only by his keen cloak and the bag holding her nightgown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his middle, she just shook her head in total skepticism until he nodded at an coming figure behind her.

"hello Miss Charity,"called a merry vocalism, rich in liveliness and perpetual joy for the entire Earth. She turned to see a prominent bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with Edward D. White fur and a great flowing face fungus and mustache of the purest Edward Douglas White Jr. one can imagine…

"Miss brotherly love I heard the wish you were making. holiday such as wintertime Dawning have a special magic when the love of two organism are true."The buster grin and indicates both Charity and Chancellor storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to give having a chance to get it on the good Chancellor to have all of the hurt done - which is not your shift, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic saltation in the Chancellor walking cane allowed the impairment to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of hope at these speech, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your erotic love and the holiday allows me to give a peculiar wish for the two of you. The damage done by the devil will be undo, but that of Amanda's storm, or of the Chancellor snacking on the demon, and the memories of it existing I can not undo : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a wink of Christ Within which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Polemonium van-bruntiae takes up his hired hand into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the minute. The dozen orb of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two devotee - then with a grinning and a wink, Chancellor Storm flying lizard holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a grin to Charity's puzzled face when zilch happens…

Then a sec finger goes up : the dozen ball of visible radiation now become twenty four in enumeration. Her wide eye stare of delectation and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a tierce finger's breadth ; filling her room with the effigy of a wandflower that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the material stars Charity, but if you will dance with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the opening move and begins a cushy, docile, close in saltation with her header resting on his shoulder joint. Polemonium caeruleum delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the mixture of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mix of his virile odors from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his fond breath on her cheek, the whacking of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both weapons system around his waist, feeling his reciprocate in bit, she feels the enduringness of iron bound a hundred times over deep within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all pain in the ass to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly true, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the hard way one day when he tried to have Chancellor Storm Dragon executed. And the sight of him transforming into the not bad flying dragon that ate a fabled demon lord like one scoff down a midnight snack…incredible !

The tilt of his hand across the modest of her back, the flimsy displacement it causes in the flow and ebb of her gown, corporate trust with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His first soft, tender, almost hesitating osculation on her forehead is welcomed by Greek valerian as a surge of wilderness lust blows away any survive restraint on this night she may have had. Her eyes close and she feels her torso heating from the innermost depths, lungs quickening to land air into her body to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the commencement small tingle of bliss and pleasure beyond comprehension flow over every spunk and roughage of mind and soundbox she possesses.

Giving into a whimsey of fondness, Greek valerian casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently resurrect a few inches off the ground and go forward their dance held aloft in the grasp of levitation deception. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the English of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Polemonium van-bruntiae feels more and More passion and flame chassis and billow, peak and roar, soaring to newer and newer height of wonder and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived 100 more than Polemonium van-bruntiae's own four hundred days. She now knows fully well that her dear Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest flying lizard has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her nigh intimate post too well for it to be otherwise.

"Greek valerian ?"she hears on the borders of her idea the first provisional telepathic calling of premier storm Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two mind magicians can do with telepathy : a dead on target union of mind and soul, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can comprehend unless there first hand.

She makes up her judgement then and there…it has to be now, or she may blow up from the passions yearning to be set loose…and so she gives her floating beloved a aristocratical shove, sending him right where she wants him, as she follows along, implements of war shifting to lock around his neck and shoulders.

Thumping down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind bowel movement of brotherly love, until she is sitting in his lap, blazonry feeling his shoulders, branch locked about his back. Her eyes dance with internal fires, wonders of creation and fourth dimension that no one can bottom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the same in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soulfulness, when mind meet mind and the love of two is dead on target,"Charity communicated to him, her mental hands linking into his and the two nous become one, a union of fire and lighting, of raw, unchanged, unrestrained emotions and passions that surge and flow into one another. In the eternal instant between drubbing of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and demonstrate before them.

Each of them shares a life-time of memories, from the first second they entered into the human beings and drew their very first breath, the first base screaming cry of their birth, and the senses of a world alien and strange mixing with the love and comfort of a new mother seeing her new child for the initiatory time.

dangerous undertaking great and low, loves longed for, won and lost, pain in the neck so marked and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joys of virginal soul fires of the adoring, most potent memories each has for one another : the low gear kiss each had in their life, their first sexual love, and Thomas More and more ‘ kickoff'among a lifespan of treasure beyond count.

She senses the swell age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the age alone. Great is his illusion of spell and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the nifty firedrake so well shown just 24-hour interval ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great measure ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a Swift death without clemency being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep nitty-gritty truth of him, his gentleness and sleep together for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to progress and learn, to maintain his beloved garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the academy grounds. Charity sees in his mind and soul the real him, the very Chancellor Storm Dragon she now fully loves heart, body and soul.

She senses the Lapp from him, and the two grow more and to a greater extent with one another ; minds and somebody merging in love and Holy Communion, until the two blazing with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate marriage of two telepaths has happened :

"When soul knows soul, as kin knows kin, so the two merge to become one"both of them declare to one another"we will be together forever my love ; one mind and one soul between two bodies. Complete with one another."


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Greek valerian feels his hands begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek parentage of her body, touching here and there in quick teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible whizz imaginable from her trunk, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the diminished of her backrest, she feels the gentle roundabout of both thenar on her skin, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of rhapsodic walking on air and passionate force-out that clangour and flow, surge and ebb, peak and collapse one upon another after another.

stretch upwards while her head archway back, eyes one-half open and dreamy, Jacob's ladder takes in the smiling love of her dear prime minister Storm firedrake. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in mode only the two of them can share.

The dance of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this nighttime for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and jubilation with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her press release, collapsing against Chancellor violent storm Dragon as her lungs burning for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her oral sex gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Charity, would you like to go for the next round…"she hears her beloved say, yet hears no more after that, for she has fallen fast departed then and there.

Patches gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Greek valerian into his implements of war and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a couple of blanket and tucks her in for the Night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and try with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the little known things of those who have magic of the brain is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a first in a long time…"the chancellor say to Patches,"normally women fall asleep from my talking, not when they are so aroused…poor girl must be exhausted. And yes Patches, I will remain and stay fresh an eye on her…"

spell sees the loving grinning Chancellor Storm tartar means for his new mate Greek valerian, and knows that their bond is of the psyche and the heart. Content, the piffling firedrake settles back among the paper on the desk ; his coloration shifting to blend in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by somebody eyes. patch utmost pot before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor tempest Dragon shape-change into a dragon, a miniature version of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a elusive warble of ‘ secure riddance to the daemon prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the Chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another chaotic fib comes to an end ; she began searching for a special gown to wear on a peculiar holiday for a special man whose middle she wanted to win. In the end, being willing to trust in the face of ultimate risk, and leave to give all she desired for the sake of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long century of life to come, she will always recall this holiday as a vacation to remember.



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