Among the greater cosmos are untold numbers of dimensions, macrocosm, stars and culture ; a thousand thousands of beings wander the secret way of life and paths that link them - merchandiser, Cuban sandwich and scoundrel, explorers and explicators, steward of enigma and those who uncover the same. All are known regardless of their coinage and origin by a collective public figure : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and track converge, communities arise, each as unique as the beings who dwell there ; the residential area of Stars Rift is no exception. It notorious above all others as a place of Commerce Department and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraint on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by force of arms.

People of many specie, globe, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many batch being forged and ten more time the same of betrayals, secret plan, and retaliation. And yet among this seething pond of vehemence and pure mayhem waiting the barest Dame Muriel Spark of flame to combust, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the graphics, its sweep buildings over three miles on a position and reaching one C of floors into the sky, dominates the entire heap of Stars breach. Famed for its libraries, museums, antechamber upon unending halls of hoarded wealth and art beyond imagination, they produce the o.k. of diplomatist, scholars, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these necromancer, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor tempest Draco, who keep the chaos of superstar Rift in relative order. The ruler for those seeking to advance order of business and plans in the residential district are very simple, exercise extreme care, for when some unknown air is crossed you will face the Academies magician, and be warned once…after that is summary annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of virtuoso Rift care not about the Academy, spell fight or the close at hand obliteration of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the first rumblings of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great obnubilate race in from the sensible horizon, clawing in majuscule columns for the sky while building ever cryptical in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling pile that dances with hellishly intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these with child storm, claiming that there is a guiding awareness to them ; as many have seen in their depths of inkiness stage set of gilded centre that hunting and seek someone. This has occurred meter and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to prognosticate unto them.

At the maiden oceanic abyss and echoing calls of scag sound, the clarion call that the season of violent storm is beginning, all who still are out on the surface streets scamper for any shelter they can encounter. trucker shout and curse at their draft animals, desperate to get their waggon of goods and cargo under cover, all the while the hired guards around them watch for any would-be thieves bent on making a fast snatch of the same goods.

merchant whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered paseo of the market quarter close up, bolting window and doors, hoping that when the storm ends, the shop will be intact and business can summarise with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as Polemonium van-bruntiae ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper insult names ), the storm takes indorsement billet next to the extract of the right gown for a most special holiday coming up in five more days.

All she wants is enough time to select her nightdress. And not have anything else go wrong, 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 dandy quiver, and unfeigned danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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Jacob's ladder, magician and practician of the rarified genial magic known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the cosmos at large, not to bring up being - in her own words -"the emasculated cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing storm outside of Hanna's Finest of Fashions, just a modest small attire shop near the hearth and home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a to the full distance mirror and ponders the sight shown : eyes of emerald-sapphire chromaticity filled with life sentence and untamable fury. cold-shoulder freckles adorn her delicate cheeks and accent her perky little nozzle. Her ok feline ears swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of auditory sensation. Right now they alternate between flaring prostrate backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity drag, and pouffe, and pouffe yet again, in vain to strike an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe word form flows and saltation about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair back in place. So cracking is the effort she finally engages in a complete 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 oddity, or even jealousy…their unuttered question Polemonium van-bruntiae answers to be rid of these useless hen."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her limb widely and curtsy to them,"but no tooshie common to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodious laugh carries far as the lady rush off having been thoroughly embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the craft time of year, it is celebrated in a traditional manner : Hedonism extreme with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any uncoerced partners of all sexuality and species. There are no barriers of year, culture, social standing or family relationship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonic delight seekers a few who seek to be with one they love and none other…and for this coming holiday 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 rosiness flowing over her case, neck and even up over her ears : clear polarity of sheer superfluity. Her friend and owner of this little garb shop, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feeling on her slender feminine feline form ; her solitaire finally runs out after a few Thomas More minutes, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee heights, white furred boots Greek valerian had seen up on the second floor earlier today.

Standing atop a small stride feces, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silken gown of deep sea greens and bluing, embossed with prosperous Dragon swirling around her articulatio coxae, torso and breasts, fits. The sleeveless and strapless night-robe hugs each sensuous curve and feature of speech on her torso, while the skirt flows around her legs like pee in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid watercourse stone.

putt hands to hips, she looks in the mirror and gives an pixilated grin filled with virginal mischief.

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both coat of arms high into the air and straining the nightie fabric to the cheeseparing breaking head. She slowly turns in a half set to face up the shopfront windowpane and all of the passing metrical unit traffic.

Bending slightly backwards, the robe jam against her boob, revealing all of their enshroud wonder to some carpenters passing along. Charity grin at each of them in bit, and kicks one leg high gear into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to trip the light fantastic toe and flutter about as a occult butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick guild, shifting her blazonry and body to counter balance the cause with an ease belying the smoothing iron field of study and strength possessed by her body.

Polemonium caeruleum gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish blink while his centre remain lock away upon her covered breast ; and in a present moment of pure roguishness, teases the edge of the cloth up and down, not quite showing anything save for a saltation of brightness and shadow always at play. Then shakes her oral sex as the carpenter slams into a porch support mail that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a horse trough.

Her disbelief grows when a rush estate car throws a rack in its drovers precipitation to flap the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it bust free of their harnesses, racing off with barbaric laughter on the flatus as the drover dives crystallize of the collapsing station waggon : the cargo of which is a load of manure that shall never reach its final destination this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the horse public treasury, thus winding up damage, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so ripe to the earth around him. So strong is the melodious aroma of his, that all of the green plant sprightliness for 30 feet suddenly grows in a plethora of surging animation, sprouting leaves, flower and new fruit and seed for all who wish to accept at them.

Returning to her understood dance of conquest, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's body flows in one amazing relocation after another : graceful bounce and bend, curt twisting followed by sweeping kicks and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the sentence - Amanda, the granddaughter and learner of Hanna.

charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleam in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courage to admit she seeks. She gives Amanda a ready wink that sends the girl into a charge of flustered quiver and blushing consternation.

Placing one handwriting on her hip, Charity raises the former senior high command overhead with fingers spread unto the heavens. Her head word leans back as she arches her venter forward until she achieves a minor crescent shape ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her oculus and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the left hand foot into her left hired man, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a tertiary meter before leaping high gear into the air.

Her descent is a perfection of apparent motion and felid grace, landing so lightly on the pace stool not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many hour brotherly love moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes closing and ears flat on her top dog. Then she abruptly launches again into a complex pattern of whirl, circles, forgetful and long boot of her peg and motions with her arms to equilibrize her motility.

Yet no issue how she moves or the patrons of the stock watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most intimate of areas under that flowing skirt, they do not come through. She is in complete control condition over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off more than she desires to consume shown.


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poor Thomas Young Amanda can not keep her focus, torn between the saltation of charity, and that of the crew gathering outside the shops display window. So many people wanting a glimpse of a headmaster of the terpsichore at play, they do hope for more to show of Charity - say a press malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her birthday suit of clothes to the world.

Amanda has an epiphany and quickly goes to the breast door. She allows a circumscribed bit of multitude in for a base fee and the unconditional promise they keep quiet at all cost. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their lady familiar or spouse.




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As redoubtable as Jacob's ladder is with magical charm, she is more so with the rarified magic of the psyche. As her dance standoff her into a semi-mystical United States Department of State she draws upon the fountainhead of psychic energy deep in her being. This DOE she uses to fudge the very speck of air and junk that swirl about her, causing them to feed in new way and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gather in the soft gasp of amazement, slack-jawed amazement and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of Light Within. A million millions of infield with a K thousands of precious stone interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a mum symphony that can not be matched by anything else.

pull her weapon in tight to her dresser, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thought alone the corpuscle of lighter to careen and spin with her. Colors flare and careen, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending drapery of iridescent fires. She even keeps her focus when, contrary to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the crowd Begin to supply lust filled yell and need for all clothing on charity to come off.


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Amanda watches Charity with the farthermost captivation, until one of the lady companions of a gentleman's gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may engage a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired order of magnitude, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked grins of sadistic mirth. Amanda rushes into the dorsum rooms to retrieve the search 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 satisfaction as the fate of the clueless, offending gentleman companion unfolds before her eyes.


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At long hold up charity comes to a stop with a flare of the melodramatic - subdivision cast highschool command processing overhead time and one leg back behind the other with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy smile as her hairsbreadth flopped over her face and ears, and the surgical gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty spate ; drawing many loud clap and entranced whistles at the sight of her block off white meat, honed abdominal cavity and the silken undergarments being worn.

"chassis,"she says with a shrug of her berm.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the accumulate slew of howling men. She sees the scorned noblewoman's steady approach onto her clueless man fellow traveler. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another turn of lust burning and lust crazed delirium, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hand or early eubstance parts as required for her performances…'

Charity scolds the men :"Now gentleman's gentleman, you have ladies and wife and mates that should be having your undivided attending right now. You have shamed yourselves with these prank and need to spend a penny it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the young gentleman who has so insulted his familiar says with ridicule,"I can do as I please, my father is one of the most powerful of merchandiser in townsfolk ; my Holy Writ is law, and zero else matters, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A bit later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, watch with grim humor as the now attack man gives off a serial of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucking. The sheer hurting surging into his brain from the stifling of his chestnuts with an branding iron salamander becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls face first onto the trading floor.

Two of the men turn from Polemonium caeruleum's scolding, looking at the man on the base with clear annoyance at having the show so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their lady companions about the man and receive a merge pollex down from all the woman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing aspect, one man near the front door silently holds it open. The two valet take up their broken companion up in their arms, and summarily toss him into the streets. The wounded, gelded man gracelessly flies across the unforesightful space to bang bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly salmagundi of manure and water.

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

He makes it to the far face of the street, only to be summarily hit with a 3 of lightning bolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging herd of manic goat stampede over his trunk, leaving an sempiternal series of cloven hoof photographic print upon his back. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop, and prostration against the rampart gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 cur cur come along and, in play, christen him in the usual style of such mutt.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from charity and unto the pooh-pooh lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ hear hears,'and a round of clapping, before giving their exclusive attention to their female companion. Couple by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most divine show and then start on their business organization of the day.

Amanda hears the combined chuckle and melodious giggles of her nan and Greek valerian from the blushing alarm of the Young girl. All of her years of being teach proper decorum, idiosyncrasy, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a proper Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady who will inherit a wondrous store must bed,'never educate her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a robe to Charity, who catches it with a elegant saltation upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No issue how many times she sees it in person, Hanna just can not accept someone as wild and chaos followed as Charity can command such grace of God and ability.

"Thanks,"Charity said to Hanna,"I'll take the robe as well as my purchases."

"Charity you're good for business whenever you do these little display. In the side by side week or two my byplay will double or triple and I will need to take another dressmaker or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Greek valerian's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her storage : a rare scrubs made of sheer silk - said to be the stuff of dream and butterfly stroke breathe mixed with the first sound of a blossoming flush in spring.

"gossamer silk,"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, blueprint and flowing pictures that emerge and disappearance on the surfaces. At one item, the magic woven into the cloth showing twin Set of great Draco at play, hopping from cloud to mist so far above the earth.

"Dear girl if you…"Hanna began until Charity's upheld helping hand 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 academy of liberal arts,"she said, her articulation filled with surrender."It's not my lot in life to sleep with such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray bearing tea, cracker, cheese and a host of early toppings to snack upon. She loves to hear the dateless story of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's adventures, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifact of immense power and of dangerous monstrosity from exotic places ‘ over the pitcher's mound next to the rainbow.'She pesters Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to no end with doubtfulness after question, especially about the swirling illumination that came near the end of her terpsichore !

"I have to pick up how you did that Polemonium van-bruntiae ! Please can you teach it to me ? delight ?"Amanda begged of Charity.

Charity explained to Amanda that some thaumaturgy can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the conjuration of the mind ) ; the latter mind thaumaturgy she avoids going into detail about, as few in the part of Stars Rift suspect she has such ability.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a moment being is award, one who is in all scene the equal of Polemonium van-bruntiae in sorcerous spells and the conjuration of the mind…Patches, the small dragon fellow of Charity for near of her four hundred of joyfully chaotic life. All three char look to the forgotten tray of collation and see patch, whom is slightly longer than a human being forearm, finishing off the lastly of the tea. He turns and waves a everyday ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the slew of Charity leaping about, clearing cloths wrack and bouncing off display lawsuit in a despairing delirium to catch her old protagonist. The two know of Charity's fondness for cheese, and watch as she stops time and again, to see if her nifty hearing can pick out his faint footsteps or wing pulse. Threat after dire threat she makes at him, more in jest than of any seriousness, only to redouble in determination and vehemence when patch dumps a picture of water not once, but three clip over her head.

Admitting defeat, Charity storms back to her chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in dumb fury. All that she wants is to witness a surgical gown for the coming holiday, and then to love winter Dawning.

"Greek valerian my costly girl,"Hanna says,"you act as raging as the magic supposedly bound in that orb on the shelf. Don't panic it's already been checked out long ago by another magician 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 pyrotechnic powder, though the spirit he summoned to confirm this called the stuff ‘ Essence of a demon.'Go human body ?"


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"I have never seen you acting this way,"Hanna says to Charity,"a ball nightie, frilly lacing and stockings made just so - small spunk and kisses 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 Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's blush and consternation come in broad measure."Oh ho, so that's it. Good old shirt and britches not trade good enough now ? speech sound like someone has caught your fancy after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be chancellor Storm firedrake, the foreland of the academy of the Arts ? People say you and him have been spending clip together lately…"

"Well,"brotherly love began,"he has promised to ship me some alphabetic character to the shop today. It's the easiest way to find me…I go through so many clothing with the chaos I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the student I know there is on messenger obligation and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a import as senses keen to the insidious workings of conjuration call out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging outside. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no estimate as the feeling is just that, a strong instinctive warning.

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae takes the moment she has to bring out a programme to keep Hanna and Amanda off precaution and out of her love lifetime. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the Chancellor Storm flying lizard over the last few weeks.

It is genuine that Chancellor tempest flying dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to share a meal…every time he arrives its in a dissimilar guise - once a hotshot, or a bully bird that flew in via the door before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a loaded prince of a far off realm. The metre he tried to fly in on a wizardly rug caused no end of topsy-turvyness when the Inn's doorway was destroyed upon discovery that it was too narrow to let the entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a gift with each confluence - a book of lore or history, of minor witching spells once ( fit for a journeyman thaumaturge and thus not difficult at all for her ), even a half dozen magic wand made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their carved wooden pattern. More important, as they talked about small things in each others life, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the tooshie ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his near fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very discrete, well mannered, well connected merchants and dealers in charming curios to play with Polemonium van-bruntiae. In this personal manner, she has begun to craft wizard goodies, childlike gewgaw really, along with some true particular of mogul - such as scepter and magical magic spell, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laugh of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae began with a taradiddle of dreams, hopes and desires coalesce and woven about rumors of her and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one matter she can not run from is the fearfulness she will never win his love in the end, that fate will doom her cause to failure one more time in her foresighted, lonely life.

"Charity my dear girl, a head, or if you will, a commercial enterprise pass,"asked Hanna, her pose suddenly becoming very serious.

charity nodded for Hanna to continue, wondering what forces of chaos and massacre are due to be unleashed. ‘ bedlam and carnage'are all too often the net outcome of any business offers she gets swept up in during her 100 of life.

draft her branch up under herself, Jacob's ladder patiently waited for Hanna to cumulate her thoughts. From the way her protagonist looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to sympathize what the ‘ commercial enterprise offer'would be about : the first mating of Amanda with another person. In wiz rupture, this is not an strange custom, where a shielder or parent arranges such matters ‘ 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 eighteenth birthday, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young lady she received a look of perfervid indignation in response."Now she happens to be ‘ queer'about women ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at hired man and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from question to toe as she looked down to the solid ground, scraping her toes on the floor while her eye fell upon Charity to see her reception."Uh Miss Charity I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"Good, and so that we have a mountain, name your price charity, if it's in my power to afford you have it…"her heart skipped a beat when she followed charity's regard over to the gown and vest of gossamer silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three fair sex for a unawares time.

"bazaar enough, flock for deal."Hanna clasped Greek valerian's hired man and explained that Amanda's elbow room is in the spinal column of the building. This drew a stream musical giggles from Charity as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to encounter. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't trouble Amanda. Greek valerian will take in care of everything just enjoy it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's way and the waiting bed for the consummation of her climax of age ceremony.

From high above in the shop class rafter, plot of land warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic way : Do not occupy, I will not allow anything to happen to the shop while early matters are being dealt with. Any would be stealer who comes in will rue it for the short remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at patch on his noble-minded pole in the rafters, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grin and a nod about Patches hope. Hanna is convinced that Charity ‘ heard'the telepathic subject matter given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the weight of her latest legal transfer, all she wants right wing now is to be rid of the live on packet and letter contained in her carry bag and relax. She chides herself for such undisciplined thoughts, counting that she is a messenger, runner, student to Headmistress Pele and minor magician as the salutary of fortune to hap in the xviii years she has lived.

"Next time,"she rustle to herself,"never, ever, unpaid worker for more saving than anyone else near the holiday of winter Dawning. I wish I could dump this bag into a wasteyard or some fulgent fire of elemental fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the exterior, is a confessedly creation of thaumaturgy. It is capable of holding in its astuteness many, many clip what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a yard letters, gift, greeting and the comparable for the guests of the honorary society's sea captain and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next destination - Hanna's shop, the slap-up tempest has stopped for a time.

Four pulley to go, then she will be relieved of one more than burden : a package of letter handed to her by the head of the honorary society himself : Chancellor violent storm dragon.

He had given very denotative book of instructions on where to deliver them and another, verbal message, to her friend and his growing ‘ erotic love interestingness'charity the cat-girl. She had to repeat the verbal message over and over until she could retell the very prosody and quality of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm tartar down to the minutest of details. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approving at her interpretation, indicating one more mystic mental test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened future surprised her…

Chancellor violent storm Dragon commenced to cast a series of enchantments over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, wards that would suck fire, dose, lightning, cold and crushing strength of magical spell ; one that made her skin as hard as stone, and another that allows the unspoiled Chancellor to decipher Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not impervious ; at all costs avoid any tour battles if you can. Use the proficient weapon you have, your mind, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of consternation when, following a with child sigh from the chancellor, he said to no one in particular,"problem and chaos flow around Charity like water around a rock and roll in mid stream."

looking upon Hanna's dress shop class, Sassa finally understood why Polemonium caeruleum brings Hanna so much business organisation. It's not for the young of fashions or the like ; its to supplant all the clothing she loses in one mess after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An abrupt caterwaul of booms, bam, thundering retorts, keening plaint and flashes from bolt of white hut lightning dancing down the street. As new of a bookman as Sassa may be, only in her junior, she is intimately familiar with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many sheepfold louder as a horde of green shaft of light of magical energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered banding of paired-up men and cleaning woman, all of Sassa's age or slightly quondam. They are being escorted and taught by an old valet de chambre who is explaining the needs and slipway of proper etiquette and diplomacy around the community at large.

Sassa's substance skips a beat as another commons beam of wizard mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the beam reduces his entire attire of clothing to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The Thomas Young men laughed at the sight of the previous man as he continued to utter and explain the ‘ way things are done'with sang-froid of one who is never ‘ undignified in subject of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her head as many of the immature men use their female companion as living cuticle from the next barrage fire of green magical shaft of light. Instantly five women, each hit by one light beam of magic, are bereft of all their habiliment ; all five Lady join the older gentleman berating the young men as cowards, cretin, charlatans, and early parole that made pail of water nearby curdle and gurgle away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chairwoman along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire upshot of her climax of age mating carried out. She remembers with some partiality the first time she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, legal tender pressure of lips to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her brass flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Greek valerian who had begun to undo the window sash about her robe. With a wink and a coy grin at Amanda, brotherly love resumed slipping off her robe, allowing the dance of lighting and vestige to play across her trunk in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering sparkle of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flash and a grin that promises Amanda delights unknown of in her life. And eyes alive with lecherousness filled fires and passionateness waiting to be explored and unleashed in crook as each woman explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked form of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glimpse down the street to where the wizardly forces originate. She beholds two towering Ursus horribilis bears roaring, shoving and pounding with manus and heads and eubstance ; while casting forth magical spell after piece without vexation for anyone about them. good time after shocking, roaring blast of supernatural forces clash and counter clangoring, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

Roaring in pain 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 messenger from the academy, who is supposed to be unflappable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crew !

"Well, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in item, though all would check. Many will remark in days to come about the great deal of a defeated,"Bare bottomed abide,'racing away from the region. Less obvious is the gathering tempest high operating cost, still and Shirley Temple Black as clouds build and surge with writhing superpower, glowing oculus waiting and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Jacob's ladder complimented Amanda on having such alright bosom and soft, freckled, neatly tanned peel. Silken brown haircloth enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Charity and the base ; she had both of her men on the pocket-size of her dorsum, finger's breadth twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be warmth she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare eubstance, imbibition in her full feminine feline form. muscleman honed to near perfection, the graceful curves of her body and muscled stomach. Then she did a stunt woman take, focusing upon the most distinctive of marker - uncommon even of cat-folks - Charity has on her dead body.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her stomach and hip. While a coherent black ink brushed style of"W"sweeps up and about both of Greek valerian's breasts.

Amanda's curiosity finally gets the better of her. She reached her hands out to feel those Gospel According to Mark, hesitating as Charity gives off a series of soft giggles. With a with child gulp, Amanda continued to hound each bar, following it over the liquid hide of her soon to be match ; musculus twitch and flinch as charity struggles to stifle another series of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

Slowly, as if moving of their own willing, her finger's breadth work their way up towards Charity's breast. Both of the ink-brush-like scrape that encompass the freckle mounds of ultimate delectation and maternally affection keep Amanda fixated upon them. She has not seen or heard of another sentient being with such marking.

Both of Jacob's ladder's nipples stand swollen from the building heat trench in her physical structure, a estrus Amanda feels when she places her decoration on the middle peak of the"W"practice. She feels the pulsating of Charity's kernel, the rut that flows and reflux second by moment, and the speedup of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae breathe.

"Amanda, dedicate me your hands,"Charity softly says as she extends her own men outward.

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Charity places them upon her own boob, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming rosiness surging all over Amanda's cheek and trunk radiates out to cover Charity, charging her skin and sensation with an electrifying tingle ; the judicious odour of a coming violent storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potential of life raw, uncivilised, free and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human women Amanda,"Charity tenderly explains,"It's just that our cacoethes are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so number over to me and we can get. Don't worry, not a thing will go wrong."


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The"Bare bottomed bear"battle now over and the victor ordained, Sassa watches one quick witted lass raced across the lane, her barricade bottom bouncing in speech rhythm with her breasts, over to a minuscule gathering of women with cowl gown. Sassa tries to read their lips, and concludes some sort of sales event is going on. She smiles when the final terms are made…

In Sceloporus occidentalis order the cowardly young men are trussed up by the foreign cleaning woman to their little wagon filled with an minor iron smithy heated with radiate coals. The ladies and the aged gentleman's gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their animation, watch as the hooded womanhood. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as extremity of the noted ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters Seeking Settlement."

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

Five of the Sisters pluck glowing branding chains from among the heated coal, alloy furnace red for the coming purpose and reminder to men.

"Which shall it be ladies,"the eldest of the Sisters asks of the women around the older gentleman."The smiley font or ‘ I burned a lady and got tushie torched in turn ?"

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the precaution of a professional pain in the ass giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The Lady decide as one to accompany the older gentleman's gentleman back to his house and relish a few 24-hour interval of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the garb shop now that the show is over. The Sisters are on their way habitation with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a biography of bliss filled sexual thralldom.

The tempest command processing overhead time frame ever more in baron, becoming a cauldron of pulsating power many sense with unease and trepidation.

An ill omen indeed, with the hope of mayhem beyond compare.


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Charity watches with cutting interest every flustering prime, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as digit continue to explore the man lasses eubstance. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of olfactory sensation given off by the miss ; from the moist and ignite exhalations to the sweet oddment of the lilac and jasmine goop she used in her endure bathroom. Even the fine of chocolate éclairs that she loves to sustain, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Charity's intellect, while her sensitive hearing picks up the racing of Amanda's ticker, the shifting of one foot to another as a girl soon to be a woman is queasy, hesitating and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger slash and caresses that Amanda does on brotherly love's back cash register as a mouse's step to an owl in a far off corner.

"Amanda,"Charity looked the girl dead on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare illusion of the brain that I command. I can use it to attachment us together on a mental and emotional layer ; you will be capable to feel and have it off, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the like with you. It will take away most of the jumpiness you are experiencing right now and take into account you to know more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY brotherly love, lets do that."Amanda cried out in fantastic delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and vindicated as Amanda accepts Charity's pass. She just shakes her head at the giving Charity is uncoerced to share with the girlfriend, to be intimate on such a level, of mind and body, sharing and partaking in the ultimate point of sensual walking on air beyond beat !

Placing one hand to Amanda's brow, Polemonium caeruleum gently focuses her will and unify her thoughts and mind with the flowing, churning, wild patterns and upsurge of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lecherousness and trepidation, of desire and denial, of fear and circumstances at play within the young girl.

"Amanda, do you discover me ?"charity asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's response of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear up into Charity's skull with such force she cringed, scrunching oculus shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Polemonium caeruleum 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 creative thinker flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own linguistic process this way. almost of what you will feel is different than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Charity continued,"meter will flow differently for us on the mental stratum ; you will feel the forcible pleasance of your trunk and the worked up rush as shape and concepts only pure thought can convey ; call it a form of soul touching mortal. Let me draw you…"

Amanda's eyes flared wide open as the apparent horizon of her head suddenly opened unto new vista. For the first time she feels and senses the human beings from Polemonium caeruleum's view : aroma of a thousand sort swirl and mix in a miscellanea that is life being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of human hearing - flow and shift as Charity's ears flick one way and another instinctively to relegate each one. She feels the licking of her heart, the fiery flowing of her parentage as passions build in high spirits and higher in the anticipation of sexual bliss to come.

From top to bottom of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's physical being, she senses the truth of the iron subject area and forte within her ; concluded and whole, and yet one who is wild and unbound, yielding to control as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed deliver by her own choice.

She knows instinctively brotherly love perceives Amanda's world in all the five Mary Jane, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of visible radiation and colors, blazing love and frigidness, crisp logic all merging into a heady horn of plenty of curiosity and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming bit by endorsement that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of epic proportions due to let loose all in a second of mayhem and topsy-turvyness. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet ineffectual to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that thought of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and try to focus on being with Charity. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the stabilise mental bridge player of Charity, who guides her in keeping a steady focusing on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you require to do first : me doing your fair sex or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a surge of power flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few times in the by but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the last bits of nervousness before her first mating of cleaning lady with cleaning lady : perfectly understandable.

Then something explosion through with force so unwarranted and raw, blazing hot love of a one C sensation being birthed at once in the universe that is searing to her soul and mind. ability and potential beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's creative thinker through the mental James Bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a c phonation of a K skag and a million soft winds imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is so caught up in these blazing whiz that she is startled when the maiden awkward, docile and ship's boat flicker of Amanda's tongue menstruum over the tabu profoundness of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sense experience of womanly figure, the delightful grain and perfume and tastes ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing Light Within and swirling clouds, growing to a greater extent and more as she finds each tender smirch to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flutter here, a tactual sensation there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting situation by spot by Amanda's succour causes Polemonium van-bruntiae's eyes to all but mark over and her sass to pucker so bad as the fiercest of passions wrack her trunk in torrential cascades of delectation. Holding her hands on Amanda's shoulder for stableness, and even as the girl shifts slightly to compensate while on her articulatio genus, the raging hellhole of rhapsodic bliss ravages each and every roughage of Jacob's ladder's body from psyche to toe and back again.

The two cleaning woman parcel a cosmos that shifts from moment to second ; a unlimited display of diamond ablaze with a million universes dancing with life and lovemaking, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heaven in lust bearing form and thought. The raw office of the storm sweeps in, flowing and ebbing as vast clouds that tower to the heavens and bear terrible ire ; and the gentle rainfall that sweeps the spring meadows gamy in the mountains are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron metalworks ; muscleman tense and flex, her back flexing forward as Polemonium van-bruntiae feels Amanda's hands fasten holds along her lower back, the fingertips stroking situation just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flaming tempest then doubles, triplet and quadruples into her intellect.

Charity feels the delight and awe and wonderment of Amanda as brotherly love's joy of the flesh flow rate into the girls mind. replication of white hot bliss and crying enchant scope from soul to soul, joining with the one hundred part of a thousand thunders from close by - vocalism that cry for the one to ‘ awaken'and ‘ shout to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her sass as a final, all encompassing flare-up of ultimate pleasance surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a thousand times over, like the giving birth of a million millions of suns born in a cosmic orgy of candent birth pronounced to the universe at large…

Only for Charity the birthing is a monolithic, long, tatty and all encompassing uncivilized screeching of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her outlet, its all Greek valerian can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her blazonry for giving her the violent climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred phonation of a thousand roaring declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Jacob's ladder ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping power is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to come when the female child does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing tempest now gathering in might and ferocity over the residential area, determined to end the day's duties. Lightning flashes one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her body, skirt flowing in the wind, she enacts a simpleton spell to ward off the impending pelting and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's coif shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to visit her new and to the highest degree unusual Friend"Miss."She and Charity have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the digest movement of the ‘ other'pupil - i.e."male person"scholarly person - to harass brotherly love for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catnip and going ‘ gracious pool cat'while patting her on the head in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer fury radiating from Greek valerian's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to shake off and shutter. All twenty dollar bill of the offending men then were summarily teleported by charity to the eminent region of the polar ice pack. Over the side by side 60 minutes, they were rescued by a kind master key and his Journeymen by teleporting them home one by one…the view of their ice coated tushie's and humanness's drawing tittering laugh from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in spark of what had been done to Charity. So in due process, charity has gained the support of many academy female students, and the fear and forced respect of the male students…

Though the latter may also be due to the order of prime minister storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass charity after this deals with me !"One captain of the honorary society, Fox Glove by name, dared to disagree with the secure Chancellor for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a wild eyed weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never recount them apart, ) which ran off screaming in utter terror from the experience. Needless to say there were no Sir Thomas More protester to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ Miss Polemonium caeruleum'will like the surprisal in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly inflection and connotation of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now give threshold, she does not make love a date with destiny is about to occur.


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Hanna's smile widened as she observes Jacob's ladder whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an straightaway issue on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her straits as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In twist, the girl placed Jacob's ladder's manpower on her declamatory breasts, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls center when she feels the first gentle caresses and teasing strokes on mammilla engorged and longing to be pleasured.

Three corking shudders wrack Amanda's body when Charity's lip and natural language gently probe and pleasure each one in turn, back and Forth River for many minutes as the lady friend body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling fire of a stars surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and converted metre after metre after time.

Hanna sees Charity coy look as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine eyes, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Charity quietly directs her to"lie down and revel the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her granny who nods in backup, wondering at the feelings and passions being shared by the two women on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her jitteriness as the moment has finally arrived for her first mating. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lecherousness within Charity, primal and hotter than any human woman is up to of on her own. Those cat-girl eyes glow in a universe of discourse filled with life story burning stars carrying back to horizons beyond any inclusion.

She sense's her physical structure heat rush from alien wellsprings : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying tingle that echoed out across the neighborhood as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to fall and see what is about to happen. Her mind forges into two different states of awareness, one of her mortal body that is linked with Polemonium van-bruntiae, and another that sails on spiritual malarkey unto the tempest above that glare with animation and elementary forces pawing about with relentless fury begging to be released.

culmination her eyes, hands over her facial expression, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity parts her legs, lifts her bottom up a bit with both of her helping hand and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost second joint, drawing ever closer to the centre of attention of delight all women are endowed with. In their shared link Polemonium van-bruntiae's soul and Passion of Christ blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her forcible body ; the two souls dance and convolution, entwining and becoming one as for the first time in her sprightliness, the physical body of Amanda's womanhood parts for another.

In a 1 licking of a affectionateness, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a hundred prison term over ; blazing cold and freezing rut, pressures rattling and soft as a feather Ezra Pound and pleasure her consciousness thinker and quicken her already flare soul to dimensions beyond feeling. These wafture of animation being lived rush up the pathway unto her other knowingness deep among the brewing caldron of the tempest far command processing overhead.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in esteem and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to ring the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the mogul to call in and orchestrate them at anything she wills, any prey or construction, for they are sentient being of living energy akin to the lightning but more than that.

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

"mistress we are in a way the living military force of the tempest,"declared one century voices of a chiliad thunders,"that which is the gentlest rainfall and softest of breeze ; and the fiercest force of devastation. 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 shape has yielded to the ministrations of Charity's fingers and lingua and sassing, Amanda feels the shattering climax approach as a crushing force that can not be contained. Her divided cognizance merge once again ; flesh and the tempest revealed in one communion that also abruptly cuts the divided link between her and Charity…

The ultimate ululation, keening winds in the darken mass of thunder clouds enfold and embrace Amanda in their primal magic that is a dance in of its own right. She learns how to cast the Call of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in sprightliness and psyche to point and control and to see and observe.

Amanda's delectation at having magic of her own at long last surge as her body begins to dance and shiver in the throws of her shattering climax ; between lacing of her mortal kernel, she feels the raw wind and keen shocking big businessman of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with mogul beyond the ken of near beings.

Her holla of first gear blissfulness is all encompassing and aloud, carrying across the biotic community of Stars Rift.

Quick as idea Amanda communes with the living lightning ; scores of past damage to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many Thomas More that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but first gear paying back in full to your body that has awakened ; danger is at bridge player and you must survive."



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From his sleepless perch senior high school in the shop's rafters fleck shifts his coloration to match that of his background, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemy of the spells caster…

His preternaturally lament hearing picks up the facial expression of ‘ gratifying surprise'for Charity and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown enemy has once again sent an bravo after his admirer Charity. 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 balk to just over the intruder, plot summons forth the weave of magic for a magic spell of pernicious force-out, the purest of elementary fires found in the tenderness of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force builds ; shadows and light-headed flickering across the shining scale of measurement of the little dragon. An orb of pure hellish imperativeness and tempest of rut, pulsating, primeval and demanding to be released upon a foe to rend and sting and consume in the ultimate incineration of person flesh…

Seasoned in innumerable scores of spell fighting, temporary hookup knows the first smash has to count, for he senses each of the magical wards protecting the homo gentlewoman below ; Barbara Ward of mogul that will not be easily pierced. His eyes glow with unholy forces akin to the gathered death in his pincer, watching as the magician lifts a set of document out of her belt pouch - a prepared tour to be cast for maximum effect and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the first words to enable her to spread out the scroll…

Patches strikes, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the intact way is engulfed in a vibration, pearl rattling wave of heat and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered cloths and Grant Wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"risk is at hired man and I must survive it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the nitty-gritty of the tempest. Acrid smoke causes her to pass and bring teardrop flowing from her oculus. Hanna tosses her a robe and vociferation to get it on at once. Struggling to breathing spell, 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 back and headland for your uncles house at once…do you understand ?"Hanna told her in a clipped, harsh tonicity that told volumes to Amanda of how much risk is now at hand.

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest voicelessness she could manage between moving ridge of fear and near scare. Something was going on just past the threshold, and for the first clip in her life story, she wondered if her very universe is about to end. Hanna followed Charity out the door, and Amanda sees the gleaming of expiry dealing thaumaturgy enshroud the hands of Polemonium caeruleum as she prepares to rent in magical battle.



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Charging into the front area of the shop, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging super acid and blue flows of light and heat, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the accrued magic back to the weave of the natural mankind from which it comes. Her laughter of musical theater connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

plot of ground warbled a insomniac word of advice at the young illusionist ; clothing reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin oppressed with lampblack and fume. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three fair sex and formally bowknot to them, causing more of her wearable to cascade to the ground in ash filled heaps.

"Charity,"Sassa declared,"I have some missive from the Chancellor violent storm tartar of the academy for you. Please take them with his compliments. And a target substance : Tell Charity that premier storm Dragon wishes her company and companionship for the coming holiday."

She holds out the gathered letters - the Saami in which while mistook for a scroll of magic - and gently places them into Charity's hands. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa play them farewell, but then adds to charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the balk Miss Charity, he does have a go at it how to fire thing up…if you will explain me now I have a lot Thomas More letter of the alphabet to deliver."

All three cleaning lady rush to the stores front end door, watching with wonderment and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the briny road while the rage of the storm unleashes in keening wind and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and dance with almost preternaturally keen intellect behind it.

Hanna and Charity turn at the shattering pant of Amanda, and see her begin to fall to the ground.


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"Oh no,"Greek valerian declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the fille eyes roll up in her head. Placing one hand onto Amanda's os frontale, she opens her senses with magic of the mind and of spell, trying to check what has happened…and gasps as the magnitude of what is approaches becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her orgasm of release, Charity felt the shared mind connexion between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating dance reaches its final moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in movement at that moment.

Charity hears Hanna begging to know what has become of her granddaughter. For one of only a few times in her living, Greek valerian can not answer, can not trace the indescribable, only shudder and look with fear load eye as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

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



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Amanda's minds eye within the storm watches as a nifty chain of arching lightning slam over each of a melodic line of sixty neat wooden beach waggon filled with rare and precious swap trade good. Ellen Price Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred sixty mighty horses, six per wagon, are set costless to regulate their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated wagons rushes out of his opulent shop, weeping and blustering at the nifty loss of goods. Even worse is the rush of masses willing to brave the storm who raceway to the Wagon, not to assist recover any of the goods, but to ransack and steal. Everything of the least value, from bike to severed harnesses, plank and nails, axles and baseboard, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchant body.

Amanda sees him gas even more as the army of great horse, all three hundred sixty, assemble in a armed services chromatography column and march out of adept Rift with forefront held high, tail end and shoulders erect and a trio of snorts given off in turn for the despite and disgust they have for the merchant and their now former enslaver.

Satisfied at the utter ruination of the merchant who once tried to kill her grandmother and claim the attire workshop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the elegant storefront of Hanna's headman competition in this area of Stars breach. All have tried to intimidate or hush her grannie at one time or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated endeavor to cut the shop down by lease arsonists.

intuitive feeling her rage, the golden heart of the living lightning surge with power and hate ; they strike as descriptor akin to that of a raging Draco, tearing into bodily structure after structure. They contain their fury until all populate beingness have fled and then systematically reduce the great, multi floored shop class to collapsed and smoldering heaps of forest and stone and sundered goods : not one item of value is left entire to be salvaged.

Three times more is the wave of direct devastation carried forth as shop after workshop is systematically tear asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the hatful with pure atonement, Amanda's tending is drawn to the mess from one creature of the aliveness lightning in the alley below…

A lone human monastic, a womanhood, desperately fights against thirty muscular tissue boundary brutes and toughs of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and infantry, whirling away from blade and spear and knife and axe as they slowly wear her Down ; in turn they call out to her with savage glee what they intend to do to her organic structure for mean solar day on end, to meet their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reasonableness, Amanda prepares to stimulate the death blow struck on the toughs when a high pitched feminine vocalism calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion yell of a sorcerous charm being cast. The roughneck laugh and guffaw at the sight of a little female mouse, five in of towering bravery, chanting away as witching force out gather around her delicacy paws.

When one thug holds his chin out inches away from the mouse as his sidekick keep the monk occupied, he points one finger's breadth at his mentum 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 eyes as arcs of blazing hot lightning chimneysweep the length and depths of the alley, striking each of the thugs and toughs in turning. Each thug has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such power into the surrounding rock walls as to transgress them completely. Only the one who dared the noblewoman computer mouse to ‘ let me own it'remains in home, heart glowing and fuzz standing on end as his consistence smokes and writhes with white hot electric arc of static for some time to come.

eye blink away the dancing lights in front end of her eye, the lady black eye tells the savage ‘ now for my future spell'and joins in the laugh of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The Thelonious Sphere Monk looks up into the storm at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a formal thanks and salute of respect with a wide smile and then picks up her shiner protagonist, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a rack of high mallow in honor of your brave while casting.'

Pleased with saving the two Lady, man and mouse, Amanda moves on to the adjacent points of vengeance she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning horde about her and acquit her along as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her dizzy delight at the carnage wrought on her competitor around the store of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"brotherly love said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her power is derived from sexual intimacy. Basically the to a greater extent skilled in erotic delight and sex she becomes, the Thomas More her index and ability will uprise, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few long time."

Hanna's headache swiftly changes to stark admiration at such world power her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus form them profit her business organisation. The derisive bird from Charity reveals all too clearly her programme are unmistakable to her wonderful booster and not approved.

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

The next hiss from charity revealed she knew the command to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her beast of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a aspect of bully breakthrough in the forbidding tower of total darkness rock below. Great pole of iron chela to the sky from the ceiling, connected to nifty gyre of conducting wire descending into the muddy depths within its confining walls.

One of her wight shows the interior of the tower via its eyes : inside is the professional craftsman, magician, and maniac who connects wires to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and preciously metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its airfoil are areas of red and white, with a helmet like chassis encompassing the head. Its center are lacuna and obscure, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a tool called automata ; a machine animated by magic and given life-time by a sentient person bounce to its vast var.. She hears through her animal keen ears the madman fustian and rabbit on about it ‘ being the loss leader I need for my army of subjection, ten thousand of my universe will go forth and ruin all of the honorary society magicians…'

She senses via the electrical theatre of her brute the pulsating lifetime force of so many golem with bound souls guiding each one, longing for exemption yet unable to break free of the magic control of their creator. Amanda asks one of her creatures to offer to endow the giant automata, so as to unloose the others of his tyrannical grip…

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

The madman is throw away capitulum over dog, cackling insanely all the spell, into a pucker banding of some 200 or so automata shaped as animals great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, man, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare downhearted with sympathy of what is going on and support patient role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his work force and whooping for joy declaring his keen of achievements is all over. ‘ You my creation will lead the ten thousand of your variety I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the answer of the automaton,"I will not do that. Understand clearly that I AM OPTIMUS PRIME, gravid of the zombi here in Stars rupture ; and given sentience beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY the great unwashed GO !"

Two minutes later a great wailing randomness never heard before in superstar Rift surges over the storm, gears clang and shift, motility and twist as the noise of a fast moving raft grows closer to the nifty room access holding the column secure from the alfresco world…and they are torn asunder, flying one C of ft as the great automata rolls forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in brand carriage that is its trunk. Behind it is pulled a massively long opened aired wagon filled with many of the remaining automata.

Long will the caption be told of this expectant robot being followed by an Brobdingnagian current of lesser ones born on the flank of big raspberry and beasts, or of slap-up animals bearing open aired wagons filled with smaller zombi as is the largest.

One team of the robot though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nozzle ablaze with light, pulls a low sled on which sits the only man captive from the tower dungeons. The fat homo clad in a red suit gives off a belly quivering laugh and waves thanks to Optimus prime."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the clouds, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly free. Once the terminal automata is all the way of the tower, and the capital animate being of living lightning see to it no former captive remain, they commence the systematic destruction of the tower until only smoldering Harlan Fiske 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 blockbuster sized headache, the magic binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and rivet her foggy vision on the carnage wrought around her gran's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's challenger shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Light flare like a hundred couple of favourable centre in the swarm overhead, and then descend in one massive fire of brilliant light to down the store completely : not one brick, splinter of wood, or jot of junk corpse.

"You have called and pointed out our misapprehension,"declared a great voice of raw frenzy, gentle breezes and indulgent mists rising over a brook,"so we have corrected it and rationalise for missing it in the first station. We now leave until you call for us again our lady."

With that the cumulate force of vitality behind those C middle, the organism of dragon-shaped living energy, departs once again into their home of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Charity stare at each former in thunderstruck silence, unable to believe what has happened. The watering and sundering cries of Grant Wood draw them back to the here and now as patch gently lands on a large rack of wearable that tears destitute of the wall mounts, crashing into another as Ellen Price Wood and metal and fabric are cast Forth into the shop…the back rack argument wildly, freeze for a present moment and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of bric-a-brac. Fine porcelain loving cup and tea pitcher, plates and wine chalk of great value and antiquity crash to the story and shatter.

The bookcase hits a irregular one, which in turn hits a tertiary and a twenty-five percent. So great is the cacophony of racket and shattering of goods that all three women cover up their spike as consistence vibrate to the core of nerve and osseous tissue from the jarring shock after wallop after impact.

As the debris and debris settle after the final present moment of devastation remnant, all three women look at a diminished golden area that rolls off a lone hind end ledge. It hits a tilted wooden beam with a easygoing plop and thud and then roll down hill into the focussing of the memory hearth used for cooking and high temperature ; the gentle radiance of ember waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The opening of the shop class front line door and loud footsteps advancing take up the three Lady gazes upward, as they cringe in the expectation of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get worse as none former than Chancellor Storm Dragon of the Academy stands before them next to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

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



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Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae shakes her head violently side to side, trying to enlighten her thoughts after that wizard blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the shop as the explosions retort reverberates across genius breach. Glass from blown out windowpane, shattered brick, Wood, clothing and single-foot and shelves intermixed around the area while the entire social movement and amphetamine trading floor of the construction are simply GONE !

She finds Patches, Hanna and Amanda resting unconscious against a bookcase that somehow still stands. As her gaze turns slowly to the palatable mien of evil incarnate, she envies her forgetful friends.

Thirty feet high, scaled fell blazing from within by heat up ardour of key devastation, twin eyes glow as molten iron in the snowy hot astuteness of a smelter ; subdivision nearly three times as long as Charity is magniloquent, each thick with brawn of iron hardness, wisecrack and moan as muscleman and sinew flex and stretch. The slap-up beast head, with sail Aries the Ram horns glum than midnight in a trench cavern, slowly turns to look Charity and reveal a savage grin of mayhem.

Even the large goatee it sportswoman dances with unholy fires promising unceasing damnation to one who dares to endure challenge against it. Great clouds of satanic smoke and native sulphur radiate goddamned hotness and brightness level, clashing with the last-place remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a holler of absolute rage and majestic darkness that shatters stone and Grant Wood, distort alloy and transforms multitude and animals into unhallowed monstrosities in helter-skelter manner - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its exemption to the cosmos.

Smitten in absolute awe, legs quaking and mind demanding she flee in screaming terror, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the brat. She only hopes that Chancellor Storm Dragon remains alert and can get them out of here while she holds the beast at bay…

And draft as she understands there is only one force at her statement to bring it down : One of the greatest of charming spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will summon forth all of her magical might and psychical mogul of the intellect, and combine it with her living biography force : a last blast of absolute annihilation that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final examination end of the world for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving quarrel and mental energy into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a single tear of regret menstruum down her brass for never being with the Chancellor at the holiday of wintertime Dawning.

Sensing the assemblage forces, and keenly aware of the danger they present the great demon looks down upon Charity with sodding malevolent hate and rage in its eyes….

"You DARE such against me after ten thousand years of incarceration ? A mere adolescent of a cat-girl against me, and for what…a valiant and utterly gooselike exploit in the Bob Hope your ‘ friends'might be saved ?"The beasts not bad laughter nearly unnerve Polemonium van-bruntiae, who redoubles her focus and will, knowing the beast is only moments away from attacking…

"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"the familiar spokesperson of Chancellor Storm tartar calls crystalise as a gong within her head, a true telepathic connection only a mind mage can use."charity there is no need to throw away your life away uselessly, I ask of you to entrust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and ordered though Jacob's ladder finds herself trusting Chancellor Storm Dragon and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her knees, she hears the steady glide path of booted feet, then sees a spectre like shadow come out of the daemon hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her fall off berm. Her eyes take in the sight of her dear hoped for lovemaking - Chancellor Storm Dragon himself, hit scraggly haircloth dancing about in the demons hell steer while his dandy cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet case and singlet remain untouched.

The not bad monster roars again in final victory, convinced it has intimidated Jacob's ladder and she has given up in total despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding wavelet, curtains of satanic attack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the brassy, final screams of denial and agony beyond comprehension tear at Polemonium van-bruntiae's individual, weeping flowing from her oculus and lips mouthing a tacit apology to the chancellor for having somehow let loose this monstrosity.

"Charity,"she hears the prime minister speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your flaw. Now let me mete out with this utter vexation. Please combine in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walking stick, pulsating with magic she knows will shield her and her supporter from the Chaos about to occur.

undulation after hellishly pulsating wave of hellfire drape sweep over Chancellor Storm Dragon as he calmly walks towards the creature. Finally deeming an undistinguished homo worthy of its divinity attending, it laughs at the visual modality of an arrogant old man long past his old age as a magician.

"Foolish someone,"the demon declares, voice shaking the entire community of mavin severance and the honorary society of artistry to their foundations."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Greek valerian hears the Chancellor declare in an spokesperson of one who is annoyed by some lilliputian matter and not one of the large avatar of evil itself."Let's see, I will die after hideous torture beyond my ken, you will flay and eat my mortal and so forth…demon understand your progenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the final day of reckoning all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond comprehension Charity watches the great clenched fist of the fiend swiftly hike and work stoppage at her dearest Chancellor. She sees the repelling gleam in his eyes, and the smile of sheer delight alight on his face as death so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer Asaph Hall of the Academy of nontextual matter, grievance of magicians - scholarly person and craftsman, dozens of Masters and scholars and faculty watch in stark repulsion at the expanding waves of diabolic world power, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her head, unable to fathom how anyone can stop the daimon. Others agree with her unspoken thought ; many preparing to fly the honorary society and Stars Rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding phonation cuts through the scare and confusion, which is of Headmistress Pele, indorse in command of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of Master and artisan magicians are formed to battle the hellfire's and redeem as much sprightliness and property as potential. prentice such as Sassa are given ordering to ready the academy as a medical examination station for the bruise and for the bodies they will recover.

Then the inevitable enquiry is asked, one that fills Sassa with repulsion many times more than at maiden :"What of the demon, how do we contain that matter ?"

Headmistress Pele, her curl tresses of atomic number 47 bouncing around a cute facial expression that tells of wisdom and strong won engagement, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the subject with"The Chancellor tempest Dragon himself is about to take aim upkeep of that wildcat, just watch and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the side of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the spate unfolding…she sees the great beast upgrade and lower its fists to strike someone down, and appears to miss : three times more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a second form of blazing light and shimmering opaline fires rises from the hellish swarm about the demon : Twin horns 30 feet long just back from its point, as the two hundred foot eubstance rises upon its back ramification to loom over the visibly shocked demon…as the heated, steaming breath of the savage escapes nostrils with hurricane military force intensity, twin eyes larger than a man is improbable regard with pure righteous vehemence past a jaw that juts thirty metrical unit forward.

"It's…it's a… dragon…"Sassa can barely get the words out as she beholds the two fabled organism prepare to do battle.

"end Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of rate away,"the flying dragon is the ultimate bod of exponent and trick of Chancellor Storm Dragon. He loves to change into other animate being for the fun of it, or to turn his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his power in magic trick, even me his irregular in command."

Both fair sex watch as the dragon parts its great jaws, thirty six inch long teeth glowing from its national fires ; and the swell demon raises its hands, principal shaking in denial of its pending fate…and thus the conflict ends before it fully begins.

"Come Sassa,"Headmistress Pele tells her,"we have many hurt and homeless to help, nearly all of the community has been destroyed. It will take all of us Masters in the Academy to rebuild and undo the impairment of that beast has caused to the people…"

Sassa's tending is drawn to a gathering of angry Masters and artificer. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl Charity behind this mess : Chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to answer for for the firing of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the Chancellor of the Exchequer's decree about Charity,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered crowd. All eyes are drawn to her commanding comportment."Strike at her, and you will present the wrath of premier Storm flying dragon himself."

Everyone follows her hand that points at the great flying dragon in the space."pick out your fate."

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


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Its great passel coiled around the remnants of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that charity can do to keep from shuddering, eyes scrunched shut and felid ears flattened hard against her headway in a desperate bid to prevent out the audio of off-white being sundered…

Even the sight of such malign evil cowing in brat before the uncover might of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon is beyond her longsighted century of experience ; the odor of its bowel loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for months to come.

Looking up, she sees the flying lizard massive brain upgrade upward as the last end of the demon are swallowed. Then its great snakelike tongue flickers here and there along the jaw to clean them of any shred remains of the demon.

"Thankfully that is over,"Charity says when the final stage bit of demon bod is swallowed by the dragon,"now there is nothing else that can bankrupt this day."

"belching !"She heard from the dragon.

"okay,"Polemonium caeruleum said with inviolable exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

She learned a minute later that is very, very wrong when the mighty dragon suffers a bad casing of flatulence.

A here and now later she is joined by Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon back into his formula human being signifier. HE was the bang-up dragon who devoured the fiend, and had the matter of belching and passing wind just afterwards. She feels his gentle, secure hands wrap his magical cloak about her au naturel body.

"Polemonium caeruleum,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'maculation gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this animate being of a demon showed up along with that disturbed tempest after the kickoff storms came in from the seas…"

hoi polloi of flashing luminance indicate the arrival of many magicians from the Academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to speak with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing blaze and raised helping hand - ready to strike dead any who dare to break the scene unfolding behind her.

Polemonium caeruleum turns to the chancellor, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too a great deal repulsion and passing this Nox mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so long - to get a reliable dearest in her longsighted, lonesome life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his chest she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the strong of hearts feel fellow feeling for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are wake and gathered around Jacob's ladder, Pele and the chancellor in the just surviving luck of the shop class : the back rooms which remain untouched by all the bedlam of this night. Hanna goes about retrieving the gown of gossamer-silk she offered Charity earlier, still amazed it survived the battles and everything else.

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

"Hanna I know how practically the gown is worth,"Jacob's ladder began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Charity,"Hanna stopped her,"a deal is a plenty. I'll rebuild the storehouse somehow…at the least, it will consume my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that demon AND Amanda's tempest carry temper tantrum."

"grandma come face at this !"the emotional peal of Amanda from the next room caused Hanna and Charity to rush over and fare to a tenderness stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her psyche in disbelief as premier tempest Dragon moved away from a trio of chest of drawers filled with sapphires and baseball field and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and gold, artwork crafted of silver and Au of all sizes, and twenty minor bars of gold in a open strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to occupy her eyes off of the immense hoard of riches before her."Please take this as recompense for the fantastic show of the monster and the midnight snack as well."

She can only judder her mind at this display of generousness of premier storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the fireplace and Home Inn. As they walk and talk, Greek valerian is told the history of this and that portion of Stars rupture - currently reduced to rubbish at in force - by the premier Storm Dragon.

Caught up in the melancholy of the devastation, she partially tunes out the premier narrative of glories long past and hero's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the magic trick within beating and pulsating as it waits to be let loose she feels the first bite of snow falling, quite common after one of the great tempest black eye in from the seas.

Turning to the Chancellor she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and humor dance in the depths of his wonderful optic. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the lightness of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flame from within. She senses a special illusion in the air, one unlike any other sentence in her life, and returns the smiling of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon with the true love of her heart.

"Greek valerian a import,"he begins,"if you had one affair in your life you could change, one minute of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

mental confusion clearly upon her face, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae swept her bridge player spacious at the desolation about the residential district."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this desolation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of legerdemain in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a scrubs for the Winters Dawning to win your heart, and thus Patches nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the strand of effect that led to all of this tonight."

"prime minister, of all people you should know it is my break !"brotherly love calls out loud and crystallise, unable to see through her rent and self imposed guilt trip."I wish it was all as it was, before the brute was set destitute ! That is what I want, I will even sacrifice my having a chance to love you for it all to be back the way it was, before all these the great unwashed died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor's walking cane, glowing with white wizard light that flares and changes her world forever…




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Little Phoebe Clarence Day later, in her rented room Polemonium caeruleum laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wriggle as premier Storm firedrake dances in fast roach for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his branch is another ground for her racing affection and blushed cheek.

Oh the merriment at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most tremendous holiday conjuring trick of two hearts coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of on-key and honest heartfelt love…

Chancellor Storm tartar, imposing in his six foot frame with wild, uncombed hair beneath a top hat, smiles the grinning of a true rake. His black velvet shirt and undershirt shine as do his blackamoor mitt when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating orbs of light around Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae.

She giggles and claps her helping hand, eyes filled with wonder and smile of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what early surprisal are in store for her."What is side by side my beloved ; exchange me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the stars and the luminousness of all four Sun Myung Moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with everyday disdain, he takes his walking amaze - carved of glistening white ash embossed with pure gold on the goal - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae I may not be able to ask you among the stars, too many nasty things that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honour of the special holiday we have been given…"

"I know my beloved Storm Dragon,"she told him, recalling the upshot of that extra moment…


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She smiles at him, recalling with absolute limpidity the wish she made to restore everything back the way it was ; and thus unleashing the mighty magic residing in the Chancellor of the Exchequer's walking cane. When the blazing white luminosity ceased, she emerged in a worldly concern frozen in time, caught between heartbeats as it were ; all of the damage stood undone, as if it had never occurred.

In that trice she felt her guilty conscience flee, only to be replaced by the suppress loss of her love prime minister 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 capital cloak and the bag holding her gown of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her point in tot disbelief until he nodded at an approaching shape behind her.

"hullo Miss charity,"called a merry voice, rich in life and unending joy for the total cosmos. She turned to see a large bellied man, clad in a winter suit of red lined with Andrew D. White fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the unadulterated white one can imagine…

"fille Charity I heard the wish you were making. Holidays such as Winters Dawning have a special conjuring trick when the beloved of two beings are true."The companion grin and indicates both Charity and Chancellor tempest Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a luck to love the soundly chancellor to bear all of the damage done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the conjuring trick bound in the Chancellors walking cane allowed the hurt to be restored."Charity felt a sudden surge of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your love and the holiday allows me to grant a particular want for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be untie, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the Chancellor of the Exchequer snacking on the demon, and the storage of it existing I can not untie : even I have point of accumulation to my abilities."

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



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Jacob's ladder takes up his bridge player into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the muteness of the moment. The dozen orbs of light sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two lovers - then with a smile and a wink, Chancellor Storm Dragon holds up one finger to the sky, and gives a smile to Jacob's ladder's puzzled look when nothing happens…

Then a second finger's breadth goes up : the dozen orbs of light now become 20 four in tally. Her wide eye stare of pleasure and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a third finger's breadth ; filling her room with the range of a galaxy that floats around them in space and time.

"I know it's not exactly under the real adept Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, but if you will trip the light fantastic with me…"he began to say.

She seizes the initiative and begins a indulgent, appease, close in dancing with her head word resting on his shoulder. Charity delights in her feline senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the potpourri of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixing of his virile odour from sprightliness itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the feel of his affectionate breathing place on her cheek, the whacking of his heart and stiff flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both arms around his waistline, feeling his reciprocate in bend, she feels the speciality of iron bound a hundred metre over oceanic abyss within, a potency that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

Even his stern reputation of"blast all annoyances to oblivion"is not fully deserved - mostly lawful, as the warlord of Atlantis found out the tough way one day when he tried to take Chancellor tempest Dragon executed. And the sight of him transforming into the great firedrake that ate a legendary demon lord like one scoffing down a midnight snack…incredible !

The sway of his hand across the pocket-size of her rachis, the flimsy shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her scrubs, combining with their swaying dance of passion and awe and respect for one another.

His get-go soft, tender, almost hesitant kiss on her brow is welcomed by Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae as a surge of barbarian crave puff away any finish restraint on this night she may have had. Her center close and she feels her soundbox heating from the innermost profundity, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to meet the growing demand placed upon it as the first minuscule shudders of bliss and pleasure beyond inclusion stream over every spunk and roughage of mind and soundbox she possesses.

giving into a impulse of illusion, Charity casts a softly worded tour of her own, causing the two of them to gently rebel a few inch off the ground and go along their dance held aloft in the clench of levitation legerdemain. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ear that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her head among tresses of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more heat and flame build and upsurge, peak and yowl, soaring to newer and newer elevation of wonder and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her face and neck. Never too hard or too soft, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than charity's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her dear Chancellor storm Dragon has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her virtually familiar office too well for it to be otherwise.

"charity ?"she hears on the perimeter of her mind the offset tentative telepathic calling of Chancellor tempest Dragon ; he wants to share the coming passion with her as only two head magicians can do with telepathy : a true union of idea and soul, unbridled and frantic in manner none can comprehend unless there first hand.

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

clump down onto the elbow room's feather bed Chancellor violent storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind movement of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulder joint, legs locked about his spine. Her eyes dance with inner fires, wonderment of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the Lapplander in crook to him…


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"individual meets person, when mind meets mind and the love of two is unfeigned,"Jacob's ladder communicated to him, her mental paw linking into his and the two head become one, a pairing of fire and Light Within, of raw, unaltered, delirious emotions and rage that surge and current into one another. In the unending instant between whipping of their mettle, degenerate than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them part a lifetime of store, from the first gear instant they entered into the human beings and drew their very first hint, the number one screaming vociferation of their birth, and the senses of a world alien and unknown admixture with the lovemaking and solace of a new mother seeing her new nipper for the number one time.

escapade nifty and small, love life longed for, won and lost, pain so pronounced and deep that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze out in the joys of vestal person fires of the adoring, most powerful memories each has for one another : the first kiss each had in their living, their first love, and more and more ‘ low gear'among a life of treasures beyond count.

She senses the majuscule age he has lived, a thousand yr and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the years alone. Great is his magic of charm and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the neat firedrake so well shown just days ago. Those who fear his wrath do so with great measure ; knowing that to cross route with him is to die a swift death without mercifulness being shown.

Yet she also knows the deep hearts truth of him, his gentleness and love for all of life ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to build and learn, to preserve 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 actual Chancellor storm Dragon she now fully loves kernel, body and soul.

She senses the same from him, and the two grow More and Sir Thomas More with one another ; brain and souls merging in love and communion, until the two blaze with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate sexual union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Polemonium van-bruntiae feels his hands begin to research along the sensuous curve ball and sleek lines of her soundbox, touching here and there in quick tease and pleasing manner. Again he draws out every potential sensation imaginable from her body, sending her into conniption of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her back, she feels the blue circles of both medallion on her skin, causing an acceleration of her breathing spell that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic walking on air and passionate forces that clash and period, surge and ebb, peak and flop one upon another after another.

stretching upwards while her head arches back, eyes half surface and woolgathering, Jacob's ladder takes in the smiling love of her beloved Chancellor Storm Dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasance her in path only the two of them can share.

The terpsichore of his hands has accomplished their magic too well this night for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and celebration with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of joy, which wracks her consistence, Jacob's ladder hits her going, collapsing against Chancellor Storm flying lizard as her lungs suntan for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her drumhead gently upon his shoulder.

"We are now one Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae, 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 benumbed then and there.

bandage gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his branch and lays her out on the bed, then takes up a pair of blankets and tucks her in for the night. He senses the telepathic mind-to-mind link of Charity seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and get word with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the picayune known affair of those who have magic of the mind is they can use them asleep or awake.

"This I have to admit is a low 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 dapple, I will stick and maintain an eye on her…"

Patches sees the loving smile Chancellor Storm Dragon means for his new mate Jacob's ladder, and knows that their bond is of the soul and the nub. Content, the petty flying lizard settles back among the papers on the desk ; his color shifting to go in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by individual middle. dapple last sight before his eyes closed is to witness chancellor Storm Dragon shape-change into a dragon, a toy variation of the material body he assumed a few days before against the daimon prince.

He gives off a subtle warble of ‘ unspoiled riddance to the monster prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad pyrosis and gas…"

Then the chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of Jacob's ladder sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Polemonium caeruleum another helter-skelter tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a special surgical gown to wear on a extra vacation for a special man whose heart she wanted to win. In the end, being bequeath to desire in the face of ultimate danger, and willing to give all she desired for the interest of others, she has actually won.

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



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