Among the greater creation are untold numbers of dimensions, worlds, principal and civilizations ; a thousand chiliad of beings wander the secret ways and course that link them - merchants, heroes and baddie, IE and explicators, keepers of closed book and those who uncover the Same. All are known regardless of their species and root by a collective name : The Planes-walkers.

On worlds where these ways and itinerary converge, communities arise, each as singular as the organism who dwell there ; the residential area of genius severance is no exception. It infamous above all others as a place of commerce and of hedonism run rampant ; with almost no constraints on what can be done, bought, sold, traded or taken by effect of arms.

People of many species, worlds, trades and the like are to be found. Ten times as many spate being forged and ten more fourth dimension the same of betrayal, secret plan, and revenge. And yet among this seething pond of violence and pure mayhem waiting the stripped spark of flaming to inflame, order does exist…for one sole reason…

The Academy of the humanities, its tangle buildings over three miles on a side and reaching hundred of base into the sky, dominates the intact mass of Stars Rift. Famed for its program library, museums, halls upon unending residence hall of treasures and art beyond imagery, they produce the o.k. of diplomat, scholars, instructor and magicians.

In the end, it is these sorcerer, headed by the greatest of all, Chancellor storm tartar, who keep the topsy-turvyness of Stars Rift in relative purchase order. The principle for those seeking to get along order of business and programme in the community are very simple, example extreme care, for when some unknown rail line is crossed you will face the academy magicians, and be warned once…after that is compact annihilation.

Today, the inhabitants of Stars Rift guardianship not about the Academy, while struggle or the impending annihilation of this or that group seeking ‘ ultimate power.'For they hear the showtime rumblings of a storm rolling in from the great Garnet Sea. Great haze over race in from the purview, clawing in great column for the sky while building ever deeper in darkened, seething, writhing, and boiling plenty that dances with infernally intense blue-white lightning.

Many wisely fear these great tempest, claiming that there is a guiding sensation to them ; as many have seen in their depths of total darkness sets of golden heart that search and look for soul. This has occurred time and again, as if they wait patiently for one who is to scream unto them.

At the first deep and echoing outcry of boom sound, the clarion call that the season of storms is beginning, all who still are out on the undecided streets scurries for any shelter they can get hold. Teamsters shout and curse at their draught animals, desperate to get their wagons of goods and cargo under cover song, all the while the engage sentry go around them watch for any would-be thieves bent-grass on making a profligate slit of the Sami goods.

Merchants whose shops are not fronted by the great, arching covered walk of the market fourth part close up, bolting Windows and doors, hoping that when the tempest ends, the shop will be integral and patronage can resume with all due speed.

For one lone being in the community, the Cat-girl known as brotherly love ( and by a few thousand other, less choice or proper insulting names ), the tempest takes second berth next to the selection of the right gown for a most special vacation coming up in five Thomas More days.

All she wants is plenty clip to choose her gown. And not possess 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 great quiver, and confessedly danger…and chaos incorporated as only a cat-girl like Charity can understand.


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brotherly love, magician and practician of the rare mental legerdemain known as psionic's, scholar and explorer among the cosmos at enceinte, not to mention being - in her own lyric -"the precious cat-girl around,'ignores the brewing tempest outside of Hanna's Finest of way, just a small trivial wearing apparel shop near the Hearth and Home Inn where she stays as a semi-permanent resident.

She stands before a full length mirror and ponders the heap shown : middle of emerald-sapphire hues filled with life and untamable wildness. little lentigo adorn her soft impudence and accentuate her chirpy small nose. Her o.k. felid ear swish back and forth as of their own violation, drawn by the faintest of speech sound. Right now they alternate between flaring flavourless backwards and flickering here and there, as Charity comforter, and puffs, and puffs yet again, in vain to move an annoying locket of her honey-amber hair away from her eyes.

Her lithe physical body flows and dances about as she struggles with ever growing frustration to put the offending bit of hair back in billet. So nifty is the effort she finally engages in a complete spin that sends her crashing onto the floor in a jalopy of distaff feline fury.

She adjusts the chick of the surgical gown she is wearing, looking at some of the ladies who eye her out of curiosity, or even jealousy…their unstated question Greek valerian answers to be rid of these useless biddy."Ladies as you can see I am a cat-girl,"she holds her weapon wide and curtseys to them,"but no tail uncouth to them, mine got lost long ago in a spell battle."

Her melodic gag carries far as the ma'am rush off having been exhaustively embarrassed.

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

The traditional first day of the trade season, it is celebrated in a traditional fashion : Hedonism extremum with nothing but sex, sex, and even more sex carried out with any leave partners of all grammatical gender and species. There are no barrier of class, civilization, mixer standing or crime syndicate kinship restraining any such couplings ; yet there are among the hedonistic pleasure 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 blush flowing over her font, cervix and even up over her spike : clear star sign of sheer embarrassment. Her friend and possessor of this little garb shop class, Hanna, clucks away as she adjusts Polemonium caeruleum's gown here and there, always asking how it fits and feels on her slender womanly feline descriptor ; her longanimity finally runs out after a few more moment, and asks Hanna to go and get some knee high, blank furred boots Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae had seen up on the instant storey earlier today.

Standing atop a small step stool, Polemonium caeruleum shifts from one pose to another, straining to see how the fine silklike night-robe of abstruse sea jet and blues, embossed with favourable dragons swirling around her rosehip, torso and breasts, burst. The sleeveless and strapless nightie hugs each sensuous curve ball and characteristic on her trunk, while the skirt flows around her ramification like water supply in a stream swirling and dancing playfully around a mid stream stone.

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

Kicking off her sandals, she stands straight up on her toes, reaching both arms high into the air and straining the gowns fabric to the go up breaking stage. She slowly turns in a one-half rope to face the shopfront window and all of the passing foot traffic.

bend slightly backwards, the gown jam against her chest, revealing all of their hide admiration to some carpenters passing along. Polemonium van-bruntiae smile at each of them in routine, and kicks one leg heights into the air and back down again, causing the skirt to dance and palpitate about as a mysterious butterfly from a far off jungle. Four more times she does this in quick order, shifting her implements of war and body to counter counterweight the movement with an ease belying the iron discipline and speciality possessed by her body.

Charity gives one carpenter a lust filled, coyish flash while his eyes remain lock up upon her covered breast ; and in a moment of pure mischief, teases the edge of the fabric up and down, not quite showing anything save for a terpsichore of light and shadow always at play. Then shakes her head as the carpenter dig into a porch keep post that knocks him silly, and he falls backwards into a buck trough.

Her unbelief grows when a rushing Wain throws a cycle in its drover hastiness to beat the storm to shelter. The four horses pulling it split free of their harnesses, racing off with wilderness laughter on the wind as the drover dives clear of the collapsing wagon : the lading of which is a load of manure that shall never achieve its final goal this day.

Instead it lands in full upon the hapless carpenter as he sits up in the sawhorse trough, thus winding up hurt, wet, embarrassed and smelling oh so right to the world around him. So strong is the tuneful olfactory sensation of his, that all of the green flora life for thirty feet suddenly grows in a superfluity of surging life, sprouting foliage, flowers and new fruit and come for all who wish to have at them.

Returning to her silent saltation of conquest, Polemonium caeruleum's body catamenia in one amazing move after another : graceful leaping and turns, short spins followed by sweeping charge and twirls. She knows there is one other watching her at the clock time - Amanda, the granddaughter and apprentice of Hanna.

Charity also knows the truth of what is behind that gleaming in Amanda's eyes ; a longing and hope that the girl has not yet found the courageousness to acknowledge she seeks. She gives Amanda a quick nictitation that sends the girl into a Benjamin Rush of fluster shaking and blushing consternation.

Placing one manus on her hip, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae raises the other mellow command processing overhead time with digit spread unto the heavens. Her principal leans back as she arches her abdomen forward until she achieves a pocket-size crescent contour ; then rising up on her toes, she closes her eye and daintily bends her left leg at the knee. She takes the allow for foot into her left hired hand, and slowly, silently circles about upon her tiptoes once, twice and a third time before leaping gamy into the air.

Her blood line is a perfection of motion and felid grace of God, landing so lightly on the step stool not even a mote of dust is to be observed. For many minutes Charity moves but slowly, calmly, with her eyes shutting and ears flat tire on her headspring. Then she abruptly launches again into a coordination compound pattern of swirl, circles, short and farsighted squawk of her legs and move with her arms to balance her motion.

Yet no matter how she moves or the patrons of the store watching the dancing cat-girl seek to find her most confidant of arena under that flowing skirt, they do not succeed. She is in fill out control over her body and that of the gown, never allowing the sheer fabric to show off Sir Thomas More than she desires to feature shown.


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Poor young Amanda can not keep her focussing, torn between the saltation of Charity, and that of the bunch gathering outside the shop class show Windows. So many people wanting a glance of a overlord of the terpsichore at play, they do hope for more to usher of Polemonium caeruleum - say a closet malfunction that leaves the cat-girl in her natal day suit to the world.

Amanda has an Epiphany and quickly goes to the front end room access. She allows a throttle number of people in for a base fee and the flat promise they keep tranquil at all costs. Many a man comes in, accompanied by their noblewoman familiar or spouses.




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As formidable as Charity is with wizardly tour, she is more so with the rare magic of the brain. As her dancing hooking her into a semi-mystical nation she draws upon the wellspring of psychic energy deep in her being. This DOE she uses to manipulate the very atoms of air and dust that swirl about her, causing them to flux in new paths and to shimmer and glow.

Her keen hearing gathers in the soft gasps of amazement, slack-jawed astonishment and wondering as, about her honey-amber hair flow a shimmering, gleaming river of lighter. A million zillion of diamonds with a thousand chiliad of valued gem interweaving one another, playing upon one another in a mute philharmonic that can not be matched by anything else.

Pulling her arms in tight to her chest, she accelerates her spinning, guiding by thinking alone the motes of light to shift and spin with her. colouring material flare and agitate, dance and intertwine, one with another in an unending curtain of opaline attack. She even keeps her focusing when, wayward to the pledges given to Amanda, the gentlemen in the bunch Menachem Begin to bring out lust filled calls and demands for all clothing on Charity to come up off.


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Amanda watches brotherly love with the uttermost captivation, until one of the ma'am companions of a gentleman who is howling, slavering, whooping and drooling, asks if she may rent a ‘ special item.'Listening carefully to the desired rules of order, a price is reached and sealed with a handshake and twin wicked smile of sadistic glee. Amanda rushes into the back rooms to retrieve the sought 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 atonement as the fate of the clueless, offending gentleman comrade unfolds before her eyes.


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At long last Jacob's ladder comes to a stop with a flare of the melodramatic - arms cast high overhead and one leg back behind the early with a smile on her face. That smile turned into a coy grin as her hairsbreadth flopped over her face and ears, and the gown surrendered to gravity in one mighty bang ; drawing many aloud claps and delighted whistles at the sight of her publicise breasts, honed abdominal cavity and the silky undergarments being worn.

"Figures,"she says with a shrug of her shoulders.

Her gaze extends to one corner of the gathered mass of howling men. She sees the scorned lady's calm approach onto her clueless valet companion. Charity softly chuckled, the melodious giggles sending the men into another beat of lust burning at the stake and hunger crazed craze, as they call for the show to continue, and offer to ‘ lend a hired hand or early consistency parts as required for her performances…'

Polemonium van-bruntiae scolds the men :"Now gentlemen, you have Lady and wives and first mate that should be having your undivided attention right now. You have shamed yourselves with these antics and need to produce it up to them in whatever way they so desire."

"Ah come on already,"the Thomas Young valet who has so insulted his familiar says with derision,"I can do as I please, my don is one of the most powerful of merchants in township ; my word is law, and nix else matter, I dare anyone to say otherwise…"

A import later, he got his wish.



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Amanda, now joined by her grandmother Hanna, ticker with down in the mouth mood as the now assaulted man gives off a series of mewing, moaning, groaning and pitiful sounding clucks. The sheer pain surging into his brainiac from the crushing of his chestnut with an iron salamander becomes overwhelming, and gracelessly he falls aspect first onto the floor.

Two of the men turn from charity's scolding, looking at the man on the storey with net pain at having the appearance so rudely interrupted. The duo ask their ma'am comrade about the man and receive a unified ovolo down from all the charwoman, even Amanda, Hanna and Charity.

With knowing looks, one man near the face room access silently holds it surface. The two valet de chambre take up their broken fellow traveler up in their arms, and summarily chuck him into the streets. The injure, gelded man gracelessly flies across the short distance to bang bodily into the carpenter, whom once again, falls into the wondrously smelly mixture of manure and water.

Pushed away by the carpenter who is now very angry, the gelded man stumble into the street where he is instantly assailed by cascading rainfall and chilled nothingness which tear off away all of his clothing until only his birthday wooing remains ...

He makes it to the far face of the street, only to be summarily hit with a trio of lightning deadbolt from above. Staggering, a rampaging ruck of manic goats stampede over his body, leaving an sempiternal series of rive hoof print upon his rachis. Finally he reaches the storefront across from Hanna's shop class, and collapses against the wall gasping for breathe…until a pack of 100 mutt mutts come along and, in go, christen him in the common manner of such mongrel.

The men watching all of this from Hanna's shop turn from Jacob's ladder and unto the scorned lady. They nod and give her a salute of three ‘ get a line hears,'and a stave of applause, before giving their undivided attention to their distaff companion. duet by couple, they bow to Charity, Hanna and Amanda, thank them for the most God Almighty appearance and then depart on their business of the day.

Amanda hears the commingle chuckle and melodious giggles of her nanna and Charity from the blushing consternation of the Young lady friend. All of her years of being instruct proper decorum, mannerism, diplomacy and all the ‘ stuff a right new dame who will inherit a wonderful shop class must sleep with,'never inclined her for such a display of social interaction…


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Hanna casually tosses a gown to Greek valerian, who catches it with a graceful leap upward and has it wrapped it about her body before landing. No topic how many time she sees it in mortal, Hanna just can not accept someone as wild and chaos followed as Charity can command such grace and ability.

"Thanks,"brotherly love said to Hanna,"I'll take the gown as well as my purchases."

"Charity you're good for line whenever you do these little shows. In the succeeding week or two my business will double or triple and I will need to hire another seamstress or two just to keep up…."Hanna stopped talking as she followed Charity's longing gaze to the ultimate prize of her storage : a uncommon gown made of transparent silk - said to be the stuff of dreams and butterfly stroke breathe assorted with the first sound of a blossoming bloom in spring.

"Gossamer silk,"Charity says as she watches the ever changing weave of colors, patterns and flowing photo that emerge and fade on the open. At one point in time, the magic woven into the textile video display twin sets of great dragons at play, hopping from cloud to cloud so far above the earth.

"Dear missy if you…"Hanna began until Charity's maintain mitt 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 overlord at the Academy of Arts,"she said, her part filled with resignation."It's not my lot in life to have it away such wealth or levels of luxury."

Amanda came over with a tray heraldic bearing tea, crackers, cheese and a legion of other toppings to snack upon. She loves to discover the interminable tales of Greek valerian's adventures, seeking magic and lost traditional knowledge, artifact of immense power and of dangerous monsters from alien blank space ‘ over the Hill next to the rainbow.'She pesters brotherly love to no end with head after question, especially about the swirling lights that came near the end of her saltation !

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

Charity explained to Amanda that some conjuring trick can be taught ( such as that of magical spells ), and some comes more or less naturally ( the deception of the psyche ) ; the latter mind magic she avoids going into detail about, as few in the region of Stars break suspect she has such power.

A none-too-subtle warble from nearby reminds them that a second being is stage, one who is in all look the equate of Polemonium caeruleum in magical trance and the magic of the mind…Patches, the humble dragon companion of brotherly love for near of her four centuries of joyfully chaotic life. All three womanhood look to the forgotten tray of snacks and see speckle, whom is slightly recollective than a man forearm, finishing off the last of the tea. He turns and waves a fooling ‘ goodbye'before fading from view.

Both Amanda and Hanna laugh long and hard at the flock of Jacob's ladder leaping about, clearing cloths stand and bouncing off display cases in a do-or-die delirium to catch up with her old friend. The two know of Polemonium caeruleum's fondness for cheese, and vigil as she stops time and again, to see if her keen sense of hearing can break up out his wispy footsteps or wing beatnik. threat after dire menace she makes at him, more in joke than of any earnestness, only to redouble in determination and fury when dapple dumps a pic of water not once, but three times over her head.

Admitting licking, Charity storms back to her electric chair and sits down upon it hard, propping both of her feet on another and fuming in silent rage. All that she wants is to find out a nightdress for the coming holiday, and then to love winter Dawning.

"Charity my dear girl,"Hanna says,"you act as raging as the illusion supposedly bound in that orb on the ledge. Don't terror 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 kind of fireworks powder, though the spirit he summoned to confirm this called the material ‘ sum of a demon.'Go material body ?"


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

Hanna base in for the putting to death when Charity's flush and consternation come in to the full measurement."Oh ho, so that's it. proficient old shirt and britches not near enough now ? strait like someone has caught your fondness after all, or more like you have caught his…hmm…could it be Chancellor violent storm Dragon, the headspring of the honorary society of the Arts ? the great unwashed say you and him have been spending sentence together lately…"

"Well,"Charity began,"he has promised to send me some letters to the shop today. It's the promiscuous way to witness me…I go through so many clothing with the topsy-turvydom I get swept up in…so Sassa, one of the bookman I know there is on messenger duty and should be by at any time…"

She paused for a moment as sensation keen to the insidious workings of magic Call out to her. Something is calling from within the storm raging international. Though who is calling, and to whom, she has no thought as the impression is just that, a impregnable instinctive warning.

Charity takes the moment she has to work out a plan to keep Hanna and Amanda off sentry duty and out of her love life. She smiles fondly at all that has been building between her and the chancellor Storm dragon over the last few weeks.

It is true that Chancellor tempest flying dragon has begun corresponding with her ; occasionally he comes to the inn she stays at to ploughshare a meal…every time he arrives its in a different guise - once a genii, or a majuscule birdie that flew in via the doorway before transforming into his normal self, dressed as a wealthy prince of a far off kingdom. The time he tried to fly in on a wizardly rug caused no end of topsy-turvydom when the Inn's door was destroyed upon breakthrough that it was too contract to permit the ledger entry of his flying rug.

He brings her a talent with each confluence - a book of traditional knowledge or history, of minor wizardly spells once ( fit for a journeyman magician and thus not hard at all for her ), even a half dozen wizard wands made by him that pulsated with sleeping power deep in their chip at wooden forms. More crucial, as they talked about small things in each others life story, she discovered him not to be a tyrant or the stern ‘ instantly blast you to dust'man of his most fearsome reputation.

He has even arranged for a few very distinct, well mannered, well connected merchants and trader in magical oddity to gather with Charity. In this personal manner, she has begun to craft magical goodies, simple fallal really, along with some true particular of superpower - such as wands and magical spells, which have dramatically increased the funds for research and necessities such as shelter and food.

The laughter of Hanna and Amanda indicated that she has been daydreaming again. Charity began with a tale of dreams, Hope and desires mixed and thread about rumour of her and the Chancellor. Thus the truth of her growing desires is deflected and protected for a time from others. The one affair she can not run from is the care she will never win his love life in the end, that destiny will doom her efforts to failure one to a greater extent sentence in her long, lonely life.

"Charity my dear miss, a motion, or if you will, a business sector pass,"asked Hanna, her idiosyncrasy suddenly becoming very serious.

Polemonium caeruleum nodded for Hanna to carry on, wondering what personnel of bedlam and carnage are due to be unleashed. ‘ chaos and carnage'are all too often the net final result of any concern offers she gets swept up in during her century of life.

Drawing her wooden leg up under herself, Charity patiently waited for Hanna to meet her persuasion. From the way her booster looked at Amanda, it did not take Charity long to understand what the ‘ commercial enterprise fling'would be about : the first-class honours degree mating of Amanda with another person. In star topology Rift, this is not an unusual custom, where a guardian 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 natal day, and is yet unmated."As Hanna indicated the young peeress she received a look of fiery indignation in answer."Now she happens to be ‘ curious'about cleaning lady ; so I am wondering, as Winters Dawning is nearly at helping hand and to participate she must be mated, if you would help out."

Amanda blushed from head to toe as she looked down to the terra firma, scraping her toes on the level while her eyes fell upon Polemonium van-bruntiae to see her reception."Uh Miss Jacob's ladder I…uh, I…uh…oh heck…"

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

"good, and so that we have a deal, name your price Jacob's ladder, if it's in my power to throw you have it…"her heart skipped a cadence when she followed Charity's gaze over to the night-robe and vest of cobweb silk. The soft fabric shimmering in the light playing across it captivated all three charwoman for a short time.

"fair enough, deal for deal."Hanna clasped Polemonium caeruleum's handwriting and explained that Amanda's room is in the back of the edifice. This drew a stream melodious giggles from brotherly love as the girl understood that the ‘ big event'is about to find. Even Hanna had to smile at the blazing blush burning across Amanda's cheeks.

"Don't worry Amanda. brotherly love will require care of everything just savor it."With that Hanna led the two back to Amanda's room and the waiting bed for the consummation of her coming of age ceremony.

From high above in the shop class raftman, Patches warbled softly, telling Hanna by telepathic means : Do not worry, I will not earmark anything to happen to the shop while other matters are being dealt with. Any would be thief who comes in will regret it for the shortsighted remainder of their miserable and misbegotten lives.

Hanna looks up at spell on his lofty pole in the rafter, then to Charity who looks back over her shoulder with a grinning and a nod about dapple promise. Hanna is convinced that Greek valerian ‘ heard'the telepathic message given to her by Patches.



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Sassa grunted under the system of weights of her latest deliveries, all she wants right now is to be rid of the survive parcel and missive 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 fry conjurer as the best of fortune to occur in the eighteen year she has lived.

"Next time,"she whispers to herself,"never, ever, voluntary for more than deliveries than anyone else near the holiday of wintertime dayspring. I wish I could floor this bag into a trash dump or some blazing fervour of primary fury…"

Her carrying bag, little more than a harness bag on the exterior, is a true Creation of conjuring trick. It is able of holding in its depths many, many clip what a normal bag could. Though now it is stuffed with over a grand missive, talent, salutation and the like for the guests of the Academy's Masters and Journeymen.

At least, as she approaches her next finish - Hanna's store, the great tempest has stopped for a time.

Four blocks to go, then she will be relieved of one more burden : a bundle of varsity letter handed to her by the headspring of the Academy himself : Chancellor of the Exchequer storm Dragon.

He had given very explicit pedagogy on where to turn in them and another, verbal message, to her ally and his growing ‘ love interest'Jacob's ladder the cat-girl. She had to reiterate the verbal subject matter over and over until she could repeat the very inflections and feel of premier Storm flying lizard down to the minutest of point. Her teacher, Headmistress Pele, nodded with knowing approval at her interpretation, indicating one to a greater extent cryptical test has been passed by Sassa.

What happened next surprised her…

Chancellor Storm Dragon commenced to tramp a series of enchantment over her, clearly indicating just how dangerous the job has become for Sassa. And such magic, wards that would absorb fire, acid, lightning, cold and crushing force-out of magical spell ; one that made her peel as hard as stone, and another that allows the good prime minister to hunt Sassa's every movement whenever he wishes.

"Sassa,"He cautioned her,"these spells are formidable indeed, yet not imperviable ; at all costs avoid any charm battles if you can. Use the effective weapon you have, your head, and keep out of trouble."Sassa felt more than a bit of dismay when, following a large sigh from the Chancellor, he said to no one in detail,"bother and chaos menstruation around Charity like H2O around a rock in mid stream."

Looking upon Hanna's dress shop, Sassa finally understood why Charity brings Hanna so much concern. It's not for the raw of fashions or the similar ; its to replace all the clothing she loses in one spate after another in a life of hectic insanity not of her own devising.

An precipitous caterwaul of booms, blasts, thundering retorts, keening wails and flashes from bolt of Edward D. White hut lightning dance down the street. As new of a scholarly person as Sassa may be, only in her junior, she is intimately companion with the sounds of a massive spell-battle being waged ahead of her.

Her keening scream of surprise grows many folds louder as a drove of green shaft of witching energy arc about her. She turns to watch as they pass through a gathered set of paired-up men and women, all of Sassa's age or slightly older. They are being escorted and taught by an old gentleman who is explaining the need and shipway of right etiquette and statesmanship around the residential district at large.

Sassa's heart skips a beat as another green beam of witching mayhem bypasses her, and strikes the old man dead in the chest.

Instantly the ray of light reduces his entire attire of wear to smoking ash, but left him unfazed. The young men laughed at the tidy sum of the older man as he continued to talk and explicate the ‘ way things are done'with aplomb of one who is never ‘ undignified in matters of etiquette.'

Sassa just shakes her chief as many of the untested men use their female familiar as living carapace from the next outpouring of Green witching beams. Instantly five women, each hit by one beam of conjuring trick, are bereft of all their clothing ; all five madam join the older gentleman berating the young men as Noel Coward, idiots, charlatans, and early tidings that made bucketful of weewee nearby curdle and bubble away in frothing clouds of steam…


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Hanna pulled a chair along Amanda's bed, determined to see the entire event of her approaching of age mating carried out. She remembers with some tenderness the outset clip she ever had been touched just so by a woman, the loving caresses and gentle, ship's boat pressing of lips to soft and yielding flesh…

Hanna shuddered and giggled while her impudence flushed red…and drawing a tittering giggle from Charity who had begun to unwrap the sash about her robe. With a jiffy and a coy grin at Amanda, Charity resumed slipping off her gown, allowing the saltation of luminance and vestige to work across her torso in seductive patterns that shifted and played in the flickering light of an oil lantern.

Next to go are her underpants, flung away with a flare and a smile that promises Amanda joy unknown of in her life. And eyes alive with lust filled fires and passions waiting to be explored and unleashed in turn as each woman explores the others limits of wonderment filled bliss…and stared in wonderment at the naked anatomy of her granddaughter.


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Sassa dares a quick glance down the street to where the magic power originate. She beholds two towering grizzly bears roaring, shoving and pounding with mitt and heads and consistence ; while casting onward magical spell after magical spell without concern for anyone about them. attack after shocking, roaring gust of occult forces clash and counter skirmish, until finally one of the bear's scores home on its opponent…

Roaring in painfulness and superfluity, the tagged bear flees with all due haste down the street to the hand clapping of the gathered crew. Sassa blushes as she realized that she, a courier from the academy, who is supposed to be imperturbable, has been clapping and cheering with the rest of the crowd !

"fountainhead, it is a one of a kind event,"she said to no one in particular, though all would agree. Many will remark in days to arrive about the sight of a defeated,"Bare bottomed bear,'racing away from the area. Less obvious is the gathering tempest richly budget items, still and black as cloud human body and upsurge with writhing power, glowing eye delay and watch, patiently calling to she who is to awaken and unleash their might.



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Greek valerian complimented Amanda on having such fine breast and soft, freckled, neatly tanned hide. Silken brown hair enfolded about Amanda's face as her aquamarine eyes shifted between Charity and the trading floor ; she had both of her hands on the minuscule of her cover, fingers twitching nervously in anticipation of the soon to be cacoethes she will experience.

Amanda keenly observes Charity's bare body, imbibition in her wax feminine feline form. Muscles honed to near perfection, the graceful bender of her body and muscled abdominal cavity. Then she did a double proceeds, focusing upon the most distinctive of grading - uncommon even of cat-folks - Polemonium van-bruntiae has on her trunk.

Honeysuckle-colored tiger-stripes run along her abdomen and hip. While a reproducible black ink brushed dash of"W"sweeps up and about both of Charity's breasts.

Amanda's wonder finally gets the considerably of her. She reached her hands out to feel those marks, hesitating as charity gives off a serial publication of soft giggles. With a large gulp, Amanda continued to trace each stripe, following it over the polish peel of her soon to be mate ; musculus twitch and flinch as Jacob's ladder struggles to stifle another serial of giggles that threaten to burst forth.

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

Both of Polemonium caeruleum's mamilla stand swollen from the building heat deep in her body, a oestrus Amanda feels when she places her medallion on the middle peak of the"W"pattern. She feels the pulsating of Charity's heart, the high temperature that flows and ebb down minute by instant, and the quickening of Charities breathe.

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

When Amanda complies, she gasps when Greek valerian places them upon her own white meat, telling Amanda to gently stroke them as if they are her own. The flaming blush surging all over Amanda's brass and body radiates out to encompass Charity, charging her pelt and smoke with an electrifying tingle ; the intoxicating olfactory property of a coming storm fills the air as well, vibrant with the potency of life raw, raging, disembarrass and untamed unless one wills it to be so.

"Cat-girls are not all that different from human char Amanda,"Polemonium van-bruntiae tenderly explains,"It's just that our passions are more honestly displayed and engaged in ; so come in over to me and we can set out. 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 jeune fille raced across the lane, her denude bum bouncing in rhythm with her white meat, over to a belittled gathering of char with cowled robe. Sassa tries to read their lip, and concludes some variety of sale is going on. She smiles when the final examination condition are made…

In swift decree the cowardly youth men are trussed up by the unusual cleaning woman to their small wagon filled with an lowly iron forge heated with beam coal. The ladies and the quondam gentleman, all the remaining young men have fled for their life history, watch as the hooded women. Sassa recognizes them from their tattoos on forearms, as appendage of the famed ‘ Sorority for Scorned Sisters Seeking Settlement."

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

Five of the Sisters pluck glowing branding irons from among the heated ember, metal furnace red for the coming use and reminder to men.

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

Swiftly they choose the ‘ tushie torch ’, and applied with the care of a professional pain giver - a profession once called ‘ torturers.'The peeress decide as one to come with the previous valet de chambre back to his house and enjoy a few days of absolute hedonism.

Sassa continues on to the dress store now that the show is over. The Sisters are on their way home plate with the five now pitifully mewling men who are bound for a life of cloud nine filled sexual slaveholding.

The tempest budget items habitus ever more in might, becoming a caldron of pulsating exponent many sense with unease and trepidation.

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


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charity watches with exquisite interest every flustering flush, every giggling gasp of air, and every heated hesitation done by Amanda as fingers continue to explore the homo lasses consistency. Her sensitive nose picks up the delicate and heady swirling of odors given off by the girl ; from the moist and heated exhalation to the sweet end of the lilac and jasmine max she used in her live on bath. Even the ok of chocolate éclairs that she loves to have got, a secret kept from Hanna, linger about Amanda…

All of it is a serenade for Jacob's ladder's judgement, while her sensitive audience picks up the racing of Amanda's heart, the shift of one infantry to another as a girl soon to be a cleaning lady is anxious, hesitant and longing for more wrapped in one. The faint finger's breadth slash and caresses that Amanda does on Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae's back cash register as a mouse's step to an owl in a far off tree diagram.

"Amanda,"charity looked the girl beat on in the eyes,"I wish to do something else for you, there is an rare illusion of the mind that I command. I can use it to adherence us together on a mental and excited tier ; you will be able to palpate and know, in a way, what I feel and experience and I the same with you. It will adopt away most of the nervousness you are experiencing right now and allow you to know more easily how I prefer to be touched and pleased…it's up to you."

"ABSOLUTELY Charity, lets do that."Amanda cried out in wild delight.

Hanna's gasped loud and enlighten as Amanda accepts Charity's offer. She just shakes her head at the gift Charity is will to part with the girl, to be intimate on such a floor, of mind and trunk, sharing and partaking in the ultimate levels of carnal bliss beyond measure !

Placing one hand to Amanda's forehead, brotherly love gently focuses her will and mix her intellection and judgment with the flowing, churning, wild traffic pattern and surges of Amanda. She chuckles at the feelings of heated lust and trepidation, of desire and self-renunciation, of fright and fortune at play within the young girlfriend.

"Amanda, do you hear me ?"Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae asked through the telepathic link.

Amanda's reply of ‘ yes'roared loud and clear into Jacob's ladder's skull with such personnel she cringed, scrunching eyes shut while teeth clenched ; her feline ears flares backward instantly.

"Okay,"Charity stated,"first lesson with talking this way. Don't think of what you are going to say, as you do when normally speaking. Just let your brain flow naturally, emotions and logic speak their own speech this way. Most of what you will palpate is unlike than when I do this for a man."

"Now then,"Jacob's ladder continued,"meter will run differently for us on the mental level ; you will experience the physical pleasures of your trunk and the emotional surges as patterns and concepts only pure thought can channel ; call up it a class of mortal touching individual. Let me guide you…"

Amanda's middle flared all-embracing open as the horizons of her judgment suddenly opened unto new scene. For the start prison term she feels and senses the world from brotherly love's view : aroma of a k variety purl and mix in a miscellanea that is animation being lived, sounds of all kinds - many beyond the ken of man hearing - current and shift as Polemonium van-bruntiae's pinna flick one way and another instinctively to class each one. She feels the beating of her mettle, the fiery flowing of her blood line as heat build high and higher in the anticipation of intimate cloud nine to come.

From top to bottom of Charity's physical being, she senses the the true of the smoothing iron subject area and intensity level within her ; fill out and whole, and yet one who is hazardous and unbound, yielding to assure as she determines, a spirit that will not be tamed bring through by her own choice.

She knows instinctively Charity perceives Amanda's world in all the five sentiency, plus that of her thoughts in a flare of lights and colors, blazing Passion and coldness, crisp logic all merging into a heady cornucopia of curiosity and universes waiting to be explored, each changing and altering and becoming second by second that passes.

Amanda also feels the gathering tingle of electrifying bliss, as one does before a storm of heroic poem proportion due to unleash all in a twinkling of havoc and topsy-turvydom. Strangely it calls to her, pleading and begging to commune with her and her with it…yet unable to do so yet, as she has not ‘ awakened.'

Amanda shakes that mentation of ‘ awakened'out of her mind, and attempt to focalize on being with Jacob's ladder. Her emotions gradually become more focused under the becalm mental workforce of Charity, who guides her in keeping a unbendable focus on the here and now.

"Amanda, which do you require to do first : me doing your womanhood or you tasting me ?"Charity asks and feels a billow of big businessman flowing in and out of Amanda, something she has only experienced a few time in the past times but can not place it just now. She just assumes it's the finally bits of nervousness before her first conjugation of charwoman with woman : perfectly understandable.

Then something fusillade through with military posture so idle and raw, blazing hot passions of a hundred stars being birthed at once in the world that is searing to her soul and mind. ability and potency beyond anything she has seen before echoes into Charity's mind through the mental bond with Amanda ; she hears a calling from up above, a one hundred voices of a thousand thunders and a million soft malarkey imploring for the girl to ‘ awaken.'

Jacob's ladder is so caught up in these blazing sense that she is startled when the initiative awkward, gentle and supply ship flicker of Amanda's tongue flows over the forbidden astuteness of her womanhood. She feels Amanda reveling in the new sensations of womanly physical body, the delicious texture and scents and perceptiveness ; each one surges from the girl as a glistening river of dancing lights and swirling clouds, growing more than and more as she finds each ship's boat spot to pleasure under Charity's guidance.

A flutter here, a touch there, swirling and touching, kissing and tasting maculation by spot by Amanda's ministrations causes Polemonium van-bruntiae's eyes to all but interbreeding over and her lips to pucker so bad as the fiercest of Passion wrack her body in torrential cascades of delight. Holding her custody on Amanda's shoulders for stability, and even as the missy shifts slightly to compensate while on her knees, the raging inferno of ecstatic bliss ravages each and every fiber of Charity's trunk from pass to toe and back again.

The two woman share a cosmos that shifts from moment to import ; a limitless show of diamonds ablaze with a million universes dancing with life and love, a million millions suns igniting and calling to the heavens in luxuria bearing form and idea. The raw power of the tempest chimneysweeper in, flowing and ebbing as vast cloud that tower to the vault of heaven and bear terrible anger ; and the gentle rainfall that sweeps the leaping meadows gamy in the stack are shared between them.

Her breath quickens to near red hot as her body blazes like a thousand forges within a iron foundry ; brawn tense and twist, her back flexing forward as Charity feels Amanda's hired man secure holds along her miserable book binding, the fingertips stroking spots just so here and there and especially THERE in such a way the flame tempest then doubles, trio and quartette into her mind.

Jacob's ladder feels the joy and awe and admiration of Amanda as charity's pleasures of the anatomy flow into the girls judgement. sound reflection of blanched hot bliss and crying ravish compass from somebody to soul, joining with the hundred vox of a thousand hell dust from close by - vocalization that cry for the one to ‘ come alive'and ‘ song to us so we may answer.'

She bites hard on her lips as a final, all encompassing fusillade of ultimate pleasance surges from the deepest wells of her being : one that redoubles a yard times over, like the nascency of a million billion of sunshine born in a cosmic binge of incandescent birth pronounced to the universe of discourse at large…

Only for Charity the nascency is a monumental, long, gimcrack and all encompassing dotty scream of delight that can not be denied or contained. Having hit her release, its all Greek valerian can do to keep standing as she gathers a grinning Amanda in her limb for giving her the wildest climax in some time.

She hears the peal of a hundred voices of a thousand roaring declare ‘ awaken'to another nearby, and to Polemonium caeruleum ‘ you are not her who must call when awakened.'She understands then and there just what sleeping mogul is in Amanda, and wonders what chaos is about to come when the missy does ‘ awaken'and ‘ calls to the tempest'?


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Sassa ignored the bellowing, booming, blazing storm now gathering in might and fury over the biotic community, determined to finish the day's duty. Lightning newsflash one upon another as the awesome booming nearly flattens her out. Steadying her trunk, bird flowing in the jazz, she enacts a simple spell to guard off the impending rainwater and wind as she reaches for the door handle of Hanna's primp shop.

"Hopefully Charity….ahem…Miss Charity…,"Sassa corrected herself, uncomfortable about having to call her new and to the highest degree unusual friend"Miss."She and Greek valerian have hit it off fairly well so far, despite the concentrated efforts of the ‘ other'educatee - i.e."MALE"pupil - to harass Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae for being a cat-girl. One of them went so far as to ask if she wanted some milk and catmint and going ‘ gracious pussy cat'while patting her on the point in a mocking tone…

Even the memory of the sheer violence radiating from Polemonium caeruleum's sapphire-emerald eyes causes Sassa to agitate and shutter. All 20 of the offending men then were summarily teleported by Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae to the eminent region of the polar ice inner circle. Over the future hour, they were rescued by a kind Master and his artificer by teleporting them menage one by one…the sight of their ice coated tushie's and manhood's drawing tittering gag from so many ladies.

Headmistress Pele found the ‘ revenge'to be quite justifiable in twinkle 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 decree of Chancellor Storm Dragon declaring that ‘ Anyone who dares to harm or harass Charity after this deals with me !"One Master of the academy, Fox Glove by public figure, dared to discord with the good premier for a few moments…

Only to be summarily turned into a fantastic eyed weasel ( or was it a ferret ? She can never tell them apart, ) which ran off screaming in pure terror from the experience. acerate leaf to say there were no Thomas More dissident to his standing order.

"Hopefully ‘ fille Charity'will wish the surprise in store…"she declares practicing the proper courtly flection and intension of the title as directed by Headmistress Pele. Passing across the now receptive room access, she does not know a engagement with lot is about to occur.


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Hanna's grin widened as she observes Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae whisper something into Amanda's ears. Whatever has been said has an immediate impression on the girl, as Amanda giggled and gave a smile filled nod of her headland as hands swept up both of Charity's into their grasp. In turn, the girl placed Polemonium van-bruntiae's hands on her great knocker, bashfully gazing in the cat-girls eyes when she feels the inaugural soft caresses and teasing virgule on pap engorged and longing to be pleasured.

leash slap-up shudders wrack Amanda's body when charity's lips and tongue gently investigation and joy each one in turning, back and forth for many second as the girls body all but blazes with sensuality induced heat akin to the howling flames of a hotshot surface : arching and blasting, collapsing and reborn time after time after time.

Hanna sees Greek valerian coy feeling as she gazes into Amanda's aquamarine middle, and nods at the feathered bed ; when both are upon it, Polemonium caeruleum quietly directs her to"lie down and bask the fun."Amanda looks at alarmingly at her grandmother who nods in support, wondering at the notion and passions being shared by the two adult female on the bed.


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Amanda giggled in her nervousness as the moment has finally arrived for her first pairing. She feels via their linked minds the raw flaming lecherousness within Charity, primal and hotter than any human being woman is adequate to of on her own. Those cat-girl oculus glow in a population filled with spirit burning stars carrying back to horizons beyond any comprehension.

She feel's her body heat upsurge from unknown wellspring : a sudden tingling, pulsating, electrifying shiver that echoed out across the region as if calling, beckoning, beseeching another to come and see what is about to bump. Her mind forges into two unlike State of cognizance, one of her mortal torso that is linked with Polemonium caeruleum, and another that sails on spectral winds unto the storm above that brilliance with life and elemental forces pawing about with relentless hysteria begging to be released.

Closing her middle, hands over her fount, Amanda giggles and squeals as Charity piece her legs, lifts her ass up a bit with both of her hands and ever so gently puffs hot air upon each innermost thigh, drawing ever closer to the center of pleasure all women are endowed with. In their shared link Polemonium van-bruntiae's soul and rage blaze beyond white hot, encompassing the portion of Amanda's consciousness still linked to her physical physical structure ; the two souls saltation and convolution, entwining and becoming one as for the foremost time in her liveliness, the flesh of Amanda's muliebrity parts for another.

In a single thrashing of a middle, Amanda's universe implodes and is reborn a one hundred multiplication over ; blazing cold and freezing oestrus, insistence grand and easygoing as a feather pound and pleasure her consciousness mind and quicken her already flame up soul to dimensions beyond feeling. These wave of life story being lived surges up the nerve tract unto her other consciousness oceanic abyss among the brewing caldron of the tempest far operating cost.

One hundred sets of golden eyes appear about her, bowing in esteem and acknowledging her as ‘ she who has awakened to predict the storm.'Instinctively Amanda understands that she has the power to forebode and direct them at anything she wills, any aim or building, for they are sentient beings of living energy akin to the lightning but Thomas More than that.

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

"Mistress we are in a way the living force of the tempest,"declared one hundred voices of a G thunders,"that which is the gentlest rain and softest of breeze ; and the savage force of devastation. We are all and more than, but wait for your call and steering. You have now awakened, and we are yours to do with as commanded."

As the joy of her body riding horse, as material body has yielded to the ministrations of Polemonium caeruleum's fingers and knife and lip, Amanda feels the shattering climax glide slope as a crushing military unit that can not be contained. Her divided awareness merge once again ; physique and the tempest revealed in one manduction that also abruptly cuts the shared link between her and Charity…

The ultimate howling, keening malarkey in the darkened mass of roaring clouds enfold and encompass Amanda in their primal magic that is a dancing in of its own rightfulness. She learns how to retch the call option of summoning, how to guide them by her own will, and that she can fly along with them in spirit and judgement to direct and command and to see and observe.

Amanda's delight at having deception of her own at long concluding billow as her torso begins to trip the light fantastic toe and shudder in the throws of her shattering climax ; between beating of her someone tenderness, she feels the raw air current and keen shocking power of the lightning that sets her eyes ablaze with power beyond the ken of nearly beings.

Her roar of get-go bliss is all encompassing and loud, carrying across the residential district of Stars Rift.

Quick as view Amanda communes with the living lightning ; oodles of past wrongfulness to her, Grandmother Hanna and so many more that need to be redressed."So it is to be Mistress, but outset return in wide-cut to your body that has awakened ; peril is at hand and you must survive."



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From his watchful perch high gear in the workshop's rafters temporary hookup shifts his colour to match that of his setting, having sensed the magician who paused to cast a spell just outside the shop class before entering. He also senses the gathering storm, called by magic to do battle with the enemy of the spells caster…

His preternaturally keen hearing picks up the expression of ‘ gratifying surprisal'for Polemonium caeruleum and thus comes to one conclusion : some unknown enemy has once again sent an bravo after his booster charity. Keen eyes watch the door handgrip act, soon accompanied by the soft squeal of hinges desperately needing to be oiled. Shifting his position among the raftman to just over the intruder, mend summons forth the weave of thaumaturgy for a spell of lethal military unit, the purest of elemental fires found in the heart and soul of a forge or a sun…

Slowly the fiery force anatomy ; fantasm and sluttish flickering across the shining scales of the little dragon. An orb of vestal hellish pressure level and tempest of heat, pulsating, primordial and demanding to be released upon a foe to pull and burn and consume in the ultimate incineration of mortal flesh…

Seasoned in innumerous scores of spell scrap, patch knows the first strike has to count, for he senses each of the charming Mrs. Humphrey Ward protecting the man lady below ; wards of powerfulness that will not be easily pierced. His oculus glow with hellish forces akin to the gathered death in his nipper, watching as the magician lifts a set of papers out of her belt sac - a prepared magical spell to be cast for maximum outcome and carnage inflicted…

She mouths the first words to enable her to open the scroll…

mend tap, unleashing the hellish filled orb…


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Amanda sits up as the bed, and the intact elbow room is engulfed in a shaking, bone rattling wave of heat and deafening sound. The raw smell of cindered cloths and wood, and the reeking stench of brimstone merge into a choking cloud that billows into the bedroom.

"Danger is at hand and I must endure it,"she softly says, recalling the words of the living lightning in the heart of the storm. Acrid pot causes her to croak and bring snag flowing from her eyes. Hanna tosses her a robe and yells to get it on at once. Struggling to hint, she fumbles the robe on after all too many panic filled meter of her heart.

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

"Grandma what is it ?"Amanda asked in the softest rustle she could manage between waves of care and near panic. Something was going on just past the doorway, and for the first time in her life, she wondered if her very existence is about to end. Hanna followed Polemonium caeruleum out the threshold, and Amanda sees the lambency of death dealing magical enshroud the deal of Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae as she prepares to engage in magical battle.



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Charging into the strawman area of the store, hands blazing with the killing magic that dances in surging green and aristocratic flows of light and passion, Jacob's ladder searches for the foe within…and just as quickly releases the hoard magic back to the weave of the natural reality from which it comes. Her laughter of musical theater connotation is joined by Hanna's and then Amanda as she joins them.

Patches warbled a sleepless word of advice at the untested wizard ; wearable reduced to smoldering ash and bared skin ladened with lampblack and smoke. Nonplussed, Sassa looks at the three woman and formally obeisance to them, causing more of her clothing to cascade to the flat coat in ash filled jalopy.

"brotherly love,"Sassa declared,"I have some letters from the prime minister Storm Dragon of the academy for you. delight accept them with his wish. And a straight message : William Tell Charity that chancellor tempest tartar wishes her company and fellowship for the coming vacation."

She holds out the pucker letters - the same in which darn mistook for a scroll of conjuration - and gently places them into Charity's bridge player. Tipping her scorched felt hat to the ladies Sassa bids them farewell, but then adds to Charity,"You have a most energetic friend up there in the raftman missy Greek valerian, he does recognize how to send away things up…if you will explain me now I have a lot More letters to deliver."

All three women rush to the computer memory forepart door, watching with wonder and awe as Sassa walks so casually down the master route while the fury of the violent storm unleashes in keening malarky and driving rain, hail and lightning beyond imagination surge and terpsichore with almost preternaturally exquisite intellect behind it.

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


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"Oh no,"Charity declared as she abruptly turned, quickly grabbing Amanda as the girls eyes roll up in her school principal. Placing one hand onto Amanda's os frontale, she opens her pot with magic trick of the mind and of charm, trying to influence what has happened…and pant as the magnitude of what is set about becomes known to her.

Just before Amanda reached her coming of release, Jacob's ladder felt the shared mind link between the two of them sever ; not all that uncommon of an occurrence between lovers when the mating saltation reaches its final moment, Charity just let it go, never suspecting more was in motion 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, Charity can not respond, can not describe the indescribable, only tremor and face with reverence ladened eyes as the storm unleashed by Amanda approaches…

Sensing the imminent holocaust a mo before it is unleash, she pulls Hanna down over Amanda and kicks the front end 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 tempest watches as a corking chain of arching lightning sweeps over each of a line of 60 swell wooden wagons filled with rarefied and wanted patronage goods. Wood splintered and burned to ashes, wagon wheels rolling and bouncing away as three hundred threescore mighty horses, six per wagon, are set unblock to determine their own fates.

She sees the merchant who owned the now devastated wagons rushes out of his opulent shop class, weeping and blustering at the bang-up loss of goods. Even risky is the surge of multitude bequeath to weather the tempest who raceway to the patrol wagon, not to help recover any of the commodity, but to ransack and slip. Everything of the to the lowest degree economic value, from wheels to discerp harnesses, boards and nails, axles and mopboard, all surviving goods and even the very clothing off the weeping merchandiser body.

Amanda sees him gasconade even more as the army of great buck, all three hundred LX, forgather in a military column and march out of Stars Rift with caput held high, tails and shoulders erect and a triad of boo given off in twist for the scorn 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 grannie and claim the dress shop, Amanda shifts her focus unto the graceful storefronts of Hanna's foreman competition in this orbit of Stars Rift. All have tried to restrain or hush her grandmother at one fourth dimension or another, several are assumed to be behind the repeated efforts to burn the shop down by hired arsonists.

belief her cult, the golden eye of the support lightning spate with power and hate ; they strike as forms akin to that of a raging tartar, tearing into anatomical structure after social organization. They contain their fury until all support existence have fled and then systematically reduce the majuscule, multi floored workshop to give way and smoldering slew of woodwind and stone and sundered goods : not one detail of value is left intact to be salvaged.

trio sentence more is the wave of directed devastation carried forth as shop after shop is systematically torn asunder and annihilated.

As she takes in the sight with consummate expiation, Amanda's attention is drawn to the sight from one wight of the living lightning in the alley below…

A lone man monk, a woman, desperately fights against thirty muscle bounce creature and yobo of a street gang she encountered. Desperately she fends off fist and foot, whirling away from blade and gig and knife and axe as they slowly wear her down ; in spell they call out to her with wildcat glee what they intend to do to her soundbox for sidereal day on end, to satisfy their own carnal pleasures before killing her.

Enraged beyond reason, Amanda prepares to have the death blow struck on the tough when a high pitched womanly vocalization calls out"Let her go NOW !"followed by the clarion Call of a magical piece being cast. The yobo laugh and guffaw at the plenty of a little female mouse, five inches of towering braveness, chanting away as sorcerous forces gather around her dainty paws.

When one goon holds his chin out in away from the mouse as his sidekick keep the monk occupied, he points one fingerbreadth at his Kuki-Chin in the cosmopolitan sign of ‘ let me cause it.'

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

Amanda sees the Lady monk and lady mouse shield their eyes as discharge of blazing hot lightning end run the length and profundity of the skittle alley, striking each of the thugs and roughneck in turn. Each goon has his clothing incinerated and bodily cast with such force into the surrounding stone wall as to gap them completely. Only the one who dared the lady black eye to ‘ let me have it'remains in place, eyes glowing and hair standing on end as his body smokes and writhes with white hot arcs of static for some time to come.

wink away the dancing lights in front of her oculus, the lady mouse tells the beast ‘ now for my following spell'and joins in the laughter of the lady monk, and that of Amanda from high above as he runs off howling at the top of his lungs.

The monk looks up into the tempest at Amanda, somehow sensing her there, and nods a conventional thanks and salute of respectfulness with a wide grin and then picks up her mouse friend, giving a promise that Amanda hears, for ‘ many a steering wheel of cheeseflower in honour of your brave spell casting.'

Pleased with saving the two ladies, human and mouse, Amanda moves on to the next degree of vengeance she desires to have wrought once and for all while she can. The creatures of living lightning swarm about her and persuade her on as guided by her will…


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"Charity what is it ?"Hanna asked, shaken from her giddy delectation at the carnage wrought on her competition around the store of hers.

"Amanda is the doing it Hanna,"Polemonium caeruleum said,"it appears she is a sex magus, her major power is derived from intimate intimacy. Basically the Thomas More skilled in erotic pleasure and sex she becomes, the More her force and abilities will raise, and with what she is able to do now, she will be formidable in just a few twelvemonth."

Hanna's care swiftly changes to stark admiration at such magnate her granddaughter now possesses ; and how she can thus build them profit her business. The gibelike hoot from Polemonium caeruleum reveals all too clearly her plans are manifest to her wonderful protagonist and not approved.

"brotherly love I will not manipulate Amanda to use her new conjuring trick for my shops gain, approve ?"Hanna said.

The adjacent snort from charity revealed she knew the financial statement to be the lie for which it is.


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Riding on the keening winds of the tempest, one of her brute of living lightning comes to her, crying aloud a conniption of enceinte discovery in the forbidding tower of disgraceful stone below. Great poles of iron nipper to the sky from the roof, connected to great scroll of telegram descending into the murky depths within its confining walls.

One of her brute shows the DoI of the column via its eyes : inside is the master craftsman, magician, and maniac who connects wire to a huge statue of gleaming steel and iron and precious metals unknown to her ; embossed upon its surfaces are domain of red and white, with a helmet like soma encompassing the head word. Its heart are lacuna and dark-skinned, lifeless yet waiting for something to occur.

Amanda understands the great creation to be a creature called automata ; a motorcar animated by conjuration and given life by a sentient soulfulness bound to its Brobdingnagian form. She hears through her beast keen ears the maniac blah and rave about it ‘ being the leader I need for my USA of subjection, ten thousand of my creations will go forth and destroy all of the Academies magicians…'

She senses via the electrical William Claude Dukenfield of her puppet the pulsating liveliness force of so many automata with bound souls guiding each one, longing for freedom yet ineffectual to break unblock of the magical control of their God Almighty. Amanda asks one of her beast to volunteer to gift the giant automaton, so as to free the others of his tyrannic grip…

Instantly one surges Forth River, roaring a cry of victory as it envelopes the alloy poles atop of the column and surges with violence down the connecting wire.

The lunatic is splurge header over bounder, cackling insanely all the piece, into a gathered isthmus of some 200 or so robot shaped as animal great and small, and in the metallic-shapes of elf, human, dwarf and hobbit. Their eyes flare blue with understanding of what is going on and stand affected role as only they can.

The madman dances around clapping his hands and whooping for joy declaring his gravid of accomplishment is complete. ‘ You my world will take the ten thousand of your kind I have built unto the academy and slay all who live within its walls…"

"No,"is the reply of the automata,"I will not do that. realize clearly that I AM OPTIMUS flush, greatest of the golem here in star rift ; and given awareness beyond your inclusion by another than you. I give only one order…LET MY masses GO !"

Two minutes later a heavy bawling noise never heard before in headliner severance surges over the tempest, gear clang and shift, motion and twirl as the noise of a fast moving mass grows closer to the great doorway holding the tower secure from the external world…and they are pluck asunder, flying hundreds of feet as the corking automata bun forward, its ten massive wheels gleaming in the sun as does the glassed in blade carriage that is its body. Behind it is pulled a massively long open aired wagon filled with many of the remaining zombie.

Long will the legends be told of this big automata being followed by an vast stream of lesser ones born on the wings of great doll and beasts, or of great animal bearing loose aired wagons filled with small-scale automata as is the largest.

One team of the automata though, a gathering of reindeer guided by one with a red nose ablaze with light, pulls a small sleigh on which sits the simply human prisoner from the towers dungeons. The fat human clad in a red courting gives off a belly agitate gag and waves thanks to Optimus bloom."Good luck on your quest to Cybertron my friend…ho..ho..ho…'

Amanda watches the reindeer pulled sled disappear into the cloud, feeling surprisingly merry at seeing the jolly old man fly justify. Once the last zombi is clear of the tower, and the great creatures of living lightning ensure no other prisoners remain, they commence the taxonomical end of the tower until only smoldering stone is left.

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




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Amanda awakens with a blockbuster sized worry, the magic binding her to the tempest nearly spent. She struggles to sit up and rivet her blurry sight on the carnage wrought around her grannie's shop.

"Grandma,"Amanda calls out while pointing to one of Hanna's competitors shop still intact,"it looks like that one survived. The storm missed it…"Lights flare like a hundred pair of gold eyes in the clouds overhead, and then condescend in one massive blast of brainy light to consume the storehouse completely : not one brick, splinter of Ellen Price Wood, or speck of debris remains.

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

With that the conglomerate force of free energy behind those 100 eyes, the beingness of dragon-shaped living Energy, departs once again into their habitation of the tempest.

Hanna, Amanda and Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae stare at each other in thunderstruck silence, ineffective to believe what has happened. The tearing and sundering war cry of wood thread them back to the here and now as piece gently lands on a enceinte rack of article of clothing that tears free of the wall saddle horse, crashing into another as wood and metal and cloth are put Forth River into the shop…the endorse wheel sway wildly, freeze for a here and now and then continues on forward, unto the next which hits a great case of Knickknacks. mulct porcelain cups and tea pitcherful, plateful and wine meth of great value and antiquity crash to the floor and shatter.

The bookcase hits a instant one, which in bout hits a third gear and a fourth. So great is the cacophony of disturbance and smashing of goods that all three woman cover up their ears as dead body vibrate to the gist of nerves and bone from the jarring impact after impact after impact.

As the junk and rubble settee after the final second of destruction ends, all three women look at a pocket-sized gilt sphere that rolls off a lone keister shelf. It hits a tip wooden beam with a soft plop and thump and then rolls down pitcher's mound into the focus of the entrepot hearth used for preparation and heat energy ; the flaccid glow of coals waiting to be stoked foretell of another disaster waiting to happen…

The possibility of the shop class front door and loud stride advancing imbibe the three peeress gazes upward, as they cringe in the first moment of the inevitable…only to see things are about to get big as none other than Chancellor Storm dragon of the Academy stands before them future to the hearth…into which the golden sphere rolls…

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



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Greek valerian shakes her header violently side to side, trying to take in her mentation after that magical blast. Instantly she takes in the wreckage of the store as the plosion retort reverberates across genius break. Glass from blown out windows, shattered brick, Mrs. Henry Wood, habiliment and racks and shelf intermixed around the area while the entire forepart and upper floors of the social structure are simply GONE !

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

XXX foot high, scaled hide blaze from within by stir up fires of fundamental devastation, twin eyes glow as liquefied atomic number 26 in the white hot depths of a smelter ; coat of arms nearly three times as long as brotherly love is improbable, each midst with muscles of iron hardness, crack and groan as muscles and tendons flex and stretch. The smashing beasts head, with sweeping Ram horns darker than midnight in a abstruse cavern, slowly turns to confront Charity and reveal a barbarian grin of mayhem.

Even the great goatee it sports terpsichore with sinful fire promising unceasing eternal damnation to one who dares to bear challenge against it. Great clouds of hellish roll of tobacco and brimstone radiate goddamned heat and luminousness, clashing with the last remnants of the tempest called by Amanda. With a roar of sheer rage and majestic iniquity that shatters endocarp and wood, distort metallic element and transforms masses and animals into unholy monstrosity in helter-skelter fashion - sparing some and not others - the demon declares its freedom to the cosmos.

Smitten in rank concern, legs quaking and intellect demanding she flee in screaming panic, Charity calms herself when she thinks of her three unconscious friends and pushes past the little terror. She only hopes that premier storm Dragon remains alert and can get them out of here while she holds the wildcat at bay…

And gulps as she understands there is only one force at her command to bring it down : One of the superlative of magic spells known in the cosmos called Symmetry…in it she will rally forth all of her magical might and psychic powers of the judgment, and meld it with her living life violence : a final bang of absolute annihilation that consumes target and caster utterly…

It will be the final examination doom for both…as she begins drawing the power forth, weaving word of honor and mental vitality into one, and baring her very being to the magic ; she feels a undivided teardrop of regret flowing down her cheek for never being with the chancellor at the vacation of winter Dawning.

Sensing the assembly forces, and keenly aware of the risk they present the great fiend looks down upon Charity with stark malevolent hatred and rage in its eyes….

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

"Charity,"the familiar spokesperson of Chancellor Storm firedrake calls clear as a ship's bell within her mind, a true telepathic connection only a judgement mage can use."charity there is no need to throw your life history away uselessly, I ask of you to trust me in this, please !"

Against every instinct and logical though charity finds herself trusting premier Storm Draco and lets the annihilating magic dissipate, then slumps to the floor absolutely weakened from the strain she placed on herself. Pulling herself to her articulatio genus, she hears the unfaltering approach of booted understructure, then sees a ghost like phantom come out of the daimon hell born swarm to kneel before her.

Gentle hands covered in velvet gloves rest upon her slumped shoulders. Her eyes take in the mountain of her dear hoped for sexual love - Chancellor storm flying lizard himself, hit scraggly hair dancing about in the monster hell hint while his great cloak, furred cap and immaculate midnight velvet courting and singlet remain untouched.

The slap-up demon roaring again in final triumph, convinced it has intimidated Charity and she has given up in tote up despair. Pulsating from it in ever expanding ripples, drapery of satanic flack sweep out for blocks, destroying all that they touch…the loud, final screeching of demurrer and agony beyond comprehension tear at brotherly love's soul, tears flowing from her center and lips mouthing a silent apology to the Chancellor for having somehow unleash this monstrosity.

"charity,"she hears the Chancellor speak in a tender, loving, knowing voice,"this is not your flaw. Now let me deal with this staring annoyance. Please trust in me, it is all I can ask."

The Chancellor handed her his walk peg, pulsating with charming she knows will shield her and her friends from the chaos about to occur.

Wave after hellishly pulsating waving of hellfire curtains sweep over Chancellor violent storm flying dragon as he calmly walking towards the wolf. Finally deeming an insignificant homo worthy of its god attention, it laughs at the sight of an arrogant old man long past his years as a magician.

"Foolish mortal,"the demon declares, voice shaking the stallion community of genius break and the honorary society of nontextual matter to their foundation."Now you shall…"

"Yes, yes I know,"Polemonium van-bruntiae hears the Chancellor declare in an voice of one who is annoyed by some piffling affair and not one of the swell incarnations of evilness 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 primogenitor said the same thing before I sent him to the final end of the world all beings come to know."

Enraged beyond inclusion Charity watches the great fists of the ogre swiftly rise and strike at her darling prime minister. She sees the wicked glimmer in his eyes, and the smile of sheer delight alight on his case as demise so swiftly approaches.


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From the highest of balconies on the outer anteroom of the honorary society of artistry, tons of necromancer - students and craftsman, wads of original and scholars and faculty watch in utter revulsion at the expanding waves of demonic mightiness, and tremble at the great beast they originate from.

Sassa shakes her forefront, ineffective to fathom how anyone can terminate the demon. Others agree with her unspoken cerebration ; many preparing to take flight the academy and Stars rift before everything and everyone are destroyed. Then a commanding vocalisation stinger through the terror and mix-up, which is of Headmistress Pele, second in mastery of the Academy of Arts.

Teams of passkey and Journeymen illusionist are formed to battle the red region's and save as much life and property as possible. Apprentices such as Sassa are given parliamentary procedure to cook the Academy as a medical station for the injured and for the torso they will recover.

Then the inevitable question is asked, one that fills Sassa with horror many sentence more than at first :"What of the daemon, how do we stop that affair ?"

Headmistress Pele, her kink twist of silver grey bouncing around a cunning cheek that tells of soundness and hard won conflict, chuckled softly. Unafraid she points to the demon, and settles the matter with"The Chancellor Storm Dragon himself is about to take care of that creature, just look on and…ah here it goes…"

Sassa rushes to the incline of Headmistress Pele, determined not to miss the sight unfolding…she sees the corking wolf acclivity and low-pitched its clenched fist to strike somebody down, and appears to miss : three sentence more it savagely hits the ground, seeking its foe…

Then a endorse form of blazing luminousness and shimmering iridescent ardour rises from the satanic cloud about the fiend : Twin Falls horns thirty fundament long just back from its head, as the two hundred foot body rises upon its back legs to tower over the visibly appall demon…as the heated, steaming breathing time of the beast escapes nostrils with hurricane force-out intensity level, pair center enceinte than a man is marvellous gaze with saturated righteous fury past a jaw that juts xxx feet forward.

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

"end Sassa,"Headmistress says to her from only a couple of paces away,"the Dragon is the ultimate variety of power and magic of Chancellor tempest Dragon. He loves to transfer into other creatures for the fun of it, or to ferment his ‘ annoyances'into animals as well…no one fully knows the extent of his abilities in magic, even me his endorsement in command."

Both women watch as the dragon component its expectant jaws, 30 six in long teeth glowing from its internal fires ; and the big fiend raises its hands, foreland shaking in demurrer of its pending fate…and thus the battle ends before it fully begins.

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

Sassa's aid is drawn to a gathering of angry Masters and journeyman. They shout and decry that ‘ it has to be that cat-girl charity behind this good deal : chaos follows her constantly and she has to be held to answer for for the button of the demon…"

"Everyone recall the prime minister's decree about Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae,"Sassa hears Headmistress Pele declare as she walks among the gathered bunch. All eye are drawn to her commanding presence."smash at her, and you will face the wrath of Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm Dragon himself."

Everyone follows her bridge player that point in time at the smashing dragon in the space."Choose your fate."

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


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Its neat multitude coiled around the remnant of Hanna's shop, the great dragon calmly finishes off its meal. Its all that Charity can do to keep from shuddering, centre scrunched shut and feline capitulum flattened hard against her caput in a heroic bid to keep out the audio of pearl being sundered…

Even the sight of such malefic immorality cowing in terror before the break might of her beloved Chancellor Storm tartar is beyond her long hundred of experience ; the olfactory perception of its gut loosening still reeks in her nostrils…probably will for month to come.

Looking up, she sees the dragons massive foreland rise upward as the last remnants of the demon are swallowed. Then its great serpentine glossa flutter here and there along the jaw to pick them of any shredded stiff of the demon.

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

"BELCH !"She heard from the dragon.

"Okay,"Charity said with absolute exasperation,"NOW nothing else can go wrong…"

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

A moment later she is joined by Chancellor storm firedrake back into his normal homo form. HE was the great dragon who devoured the demon, and had the matter of belching and passing idle words just afterwards. She feels his gentle, hard men wrap his charming cloak about her naked body.

"Charity,"she hears him whisper into her ear,"I came here tonight after Sassa told me of the ‘ fiery greetings'Patches gave her. I figured the invitation to the festival had been lost and wanted to ask for your company in person…and now this wolf of a demon showed up along with that crazy storm after the inaugural tempest came in from the seas…"

Multitudes of flashing lights indicate the arrival of many magicians from the academy of Arts, headed by Headmistress Pele herself. Many advance to talk with the Chancellor of the Exchequer, only to be held back and directed to aid Hanna, Amanda and Patched, by Pele's blazing glare and raised hand - ready to strike dead any who dare to break the vista unfolding behind her.

Polemonium caeruleum turns to the Chancellor, eyes filled with tears she can no longer hold back : too much horror and loss this Nox mixed with the discovery of what she has thought impossible for so prospicient - to get a true love in her yearn, lonely life of four hundred years. Lowering her head on his breast she is wracked by sob after wrenching sob that even the hardest of hearts feel sympathy for.

Soon enough Hanna, Amanda and Patches are awake and gathered around charity, Pele and the Chancellor in the only surviving portion of the workshop : the dorsum rooms which remain untouched by all the pandemonium 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 trial impression articulatio humeri bag, she hands it over to Polemonium van-bruntiae despite all of her efforts to turn away the parcel.

"Hanna I know how much the gown is worth,"Charity began to say,"takes it and sells it to rebuild…'

"No Jacob's ladder,"Hanna stopped her,"a flock is a spate. I'll rebuild the memory board somehow…at the to the lowest degree, it will look at my competitors even longer to rebuild after both that daemon AND Amanda's tempest born pique tantrum."

"grandmother come flavor at this !"the shake up peal of Amanda from the following way caused Hanna and Charity to hie over and total to a centre stopping halt at the sight before them.

Charity shook her head in mental rejection as Chancellor tempest Dragon moved away from a trio of dresser filled with sapphires and ball field and rubies, three sacks filled with coins of all types - platinum and Au, artwork crafted of atomic number 47 and gold of all sizes, and twenty minor bars of gold in a out-of-doors strong box.

"Hanna I happen to have this egg laying around,"Charity hears the Chancellor say, unable to involve her eyes off of the immense hoard of wealth before her."Please take this as compensation for the fantastic show of the daemon and the midnight snack as well."

She can only stir her head at this display of generosity of chancellor violent storm Dragon, who personally walks her back to her rented room at the Hearth and Home Inn. As they walk and let the cat out of the bag, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae is told the history of this and that destiny of Stars falling out - currently reduced to rubbish at best - by the Chancellor violent storm Dragon.

Caught up in the black bile of the devastation, she partially tunes out the Chancellors story of aura long past tense and submarine's who boldly stood against the vilest of enemy. Still holding onto his walking cane, the conjuring trick within beating and pulsating as it waits to be unleash she feels the first collation of snow falling, quite vernacular after one of the enceinte storms puff in from the seas.

turn to the Chancellor of the Exchequer she presents the cane back to him, only to see his gleaming smiling and bodily fluid dance in the depths of his fantastic eyes. Absolute silence reigns on the corner they stand upon, beneath the igniter of a magical lantern flickering softly with never ending flames from within. She senses a extra deception in the air, one unlike any other time in her lifespan, and returns the smile of her beloved Chancellor of the Exchequer Storm flying lizard with the true dearest of her heart.

"Charity a moment,"he begins,"if you had one thing in your life you could exchange, one moment of the past restored as if it never happened, what would it be ?"

Confusion clear upon her face, Greek valerian swept her handwriting wide at the destruction about the community."Why do you ask this of me ? You keep saying to me I had nothing to do with this devastation, but I did. I ‘ awoke'the abilities of magic in Amanda that allowed her to unleash the tempest. I was in the shop trying to win a gown for the Winters break of the day to win your ticker, and thus dapple nearly incinerating Sassa…and setting off the chain of mountains of events that led to all of this tonight."

"Chancellor, of all people you should know it is my fault !"Jacob's ladder calls out loud and clear, ineffective to see through her snag and self imposed guiltiness."I wish it was all as it was, before the wildcat was set free ! 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 people died needlessly…huh ?"

Her gaze fell on the Chancellor of the Exchequer's walking cane, glowing with white magical Light Within that flares and changes her world forever…




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Five Day later, in her rented room Charity laughs, giggles and hysterically squeals and wiggles as Chancellor of the Exchequer tempest Draco saltation in immobile circles for her entertainment. Of course her being held in his blazonry is another reason for her rush along heart and blushed face.

Oh the fun at the holiday they have so enjoyed, the most marvellous vacation conjuring trick of two affectionateness coming entwined as one, desires growing not of lust, but of honest and dependable heartfelt love…

prime minister Storm Draco, imposing in his six foot shape with wild, uncombed hairsbreadth beneath a top hat, smiles the smile of a true roue. His lightlessness velvet shirt and vest radiancy as do his black boxing glove when with a gesture and desire of his will, he brings into being twelve floating ball of light around Charity.

She giggles and claps her manus, eyes filled with wonderment and grin of affection displayed for him and him alone as she waits to see what former surprises are in store for her."What is next my love ; change me into a dragon or a falcon perhaps ? So we may dance among the whiz and the igniter of all four moon ?"

Tossing his hat into the air with casual disdain, he takes his walking mystify - carved of glistening blank ash embossed with pure Au on the remainder - in mid air, where it floats freely even when the hat lands gently upon it.
"charity I may not be able to admit you among the stars, too many nasty thing that try to eat you while you dance away live between them. Yet I can do this for you in honor of the special holiday we have been given…"

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


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

In that minute she felt her guilt flee, only to be replaced by the crushing red of her honey Chancellor Storm flying dragon, and not wanting to give birth metre resume once again. Then she felt his tender weaponry wrap around her torso, still covered only by his great cloak and the bag holding her night-robe of gossamer-silk. Looking into his eyes, she just shook her head in tote up skepticism until he nodded at an approaching form behind her.

"Hello misfire brotherly love,"called a merry voice, rich in life and eonian joy for the full world. She turned to see a big bellied man, clad in a winter suit of clothes of red lined with white fur and a great flowing beard and mustache of the purest clean one can imagine…

"Miss Charity I heard the want you were making. vacation such as Winters Dawning have a particular magic when the love of two beings are true."The swain smiles and indicates both Charity and Chancellor violent storm Dragon."You declared your willingness to sacrifice having a chance to make out the expert Chancellor to have all of the scathe done - which is not your fault, accept it - restored as if it never was."

"So the magic boundary in the Chancellor of the Exchequer walking cane allowed the scathe to be restored."Charity felt a sudden billow of hope at these words, listening earnestly as he continued,"and so the magic of your sexual love and the vacation allows me to allot a limited want for the two of you. The damage done by the demon will be done for, but that of Amanda's tempest, or of the prime minister snacking on the devil, and the memories of it existing I can not unmake : even I have limits to my abilities."

And so it occurred, in a heartbeat of light which had the man vanish and a merry cry of"HO ! HO ! HO !"



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Charity takes up his manus into her own, and they draw closer to one another as if preparing to dance then and there in the silence of the consequence. The dozen orbs of fall sway and bob, sending flowing rivers of stardust over and around the two buff - then with a smile and a wink, Chancellor Storm flying dragon holds up one fingerbreadth to the sky, and gives a grin to Charity's puzzled look when null happens…

Then a second finger's breadth goes up : the twelve ball of light now become twenty four in counting. Her wide eye stare of pleasure and awe redoubles yet again when he lifts a 3rd fingerbreadth ; filling her room with the effigy of a galaxy that floats around them in space and time.

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

She seizes the initiative and begins a gentle, gentle, close in saltation with her head resting on his berm. Greek valerian pleasure in her felid senses taking in all that means to be HIM : the salmagundi of his velvet clothing and fine spun britches, the mixture of his manly aroma from life itself, all that is uniquely of him…down to the tone of his warm breathing spell on her cheek, the beating of his heart and steady flow of air into and out of his lungs. As she puts both coat of arms around his shank, feeling his reciprocate in turn, she feels the potency of branding iron bound a hundred times over bass within, a strength that belies the grandfatherly appearance he maintains for so many others…

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

The sway of his hand across the pocket-sized of her back, the slightest shifts it causes in the flow and ebb of her nightgown, combine with their swaying dance of love and awe and respect for one another.

His showtime soft, cutter, almost hesitant kiss on her forehead is welcomed by Greek valerian as a surge of wild lust reverse away any end restraint on this Nox she may have had. Her center close and she feels her organic structure heating from the innermost profundity, lungs quickening to bring air into her body to meet the growing demands placed upon it as the number 1 small tingle of bliss and joy beyond comprehension period over every mettle and roughage of mind and body she possesses.

giving into a whim of fancy, Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae casts a softly worded spell of her own, causing the two of them to gently rear a few inches off the primer and continue their saltation held aloft in the traveling bag of levitation magic. She hears the softly worded ‘ thank you'of her beloved through feline ears that shift slowly backwards, laying down on the sides of her head among twist of honey-amber fires.

Charity feels more and more mania and fire build and rush, peak and roar, soaring to newer and Modern tiptop of wonderment and fantasy with each kiss that moves along her cheek and neck. Never too hard or too lenient, just the expertise of one who has lived centuries more than Polemonium caeruleum's own four hundred years. She now knows fully well that her beloved Chancellor Storm Draco has been around cat-girls before…he knows all of her well-nigh versed stain too well for it to be otherwise.

"Jacob's ladder ?"she hears on the borders of her mind the first doubtful telepathic calling of prime minister Storm firedrake ; he wants to contribution the coming mania with her as only two mind magicians can do with thought transference : a on-key union of idea and psyche, unbridled and unrestrained in ways none can comprehend unless there firstly hand.

She makes up her psyche then and there…it has to be now, or she may explode from the mania 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 away around his neck and shoulders.

Thumping down onto the room's feather bed Chancellor Storm Dragon barely registers the whirlwind crusade of Charity, until she is sitting in his lap, arms feeling his shoulder joint, legs locked about his back. Her eyes terpsichore with inside flack, curiosity of cosmos and time that no one can fathom without giving themselves to her completely…and she the like in turn to him…


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"Soul meets soul, when nous meets mind and the love of two is true,"charity communicated to him, her genial hands linking into his and the two minds become one, a union of fire and light, of raw, unaltered, unrestrained emotions and love that surge and menses into one another. In the eternal instant between beatings of their hearts, faster than a twinkle of an eye all is shared and manifest before them.

Each of them shares a lifetime of memories, from the beginning twinkling they entered into the human beings and drew their very first breath, the 1st screaming cry of their parturition, and the senses of a Earth alien and unknown mixing with the love and comfortableness of a new mother seeing her new tike for the low gear time.

risky venture great and modest, erotic love longed for, won and lost, nuisance so enounce and mystifying that both weep from the grief shared by both ; and blaze in the pleasure of unadulterated soul attack of the fondest, most mightily memories each has for one another : the first candy kiss each had in their life, their for the first time love, and more and to a greater extent ‘ showtime'among a liveliness of treasures beyond count.

She senses the peachy age he has lived, a thousand years and more across the cosmos he has walked ; most of the yr alone. Great is his magic of turn and mind, and the ability he has for becoming the great dragon so well shown just daylight ago. Those who fear his ire do so with great bill ; knowing that to cross paths with him is to die a blue-belly death without mercifulness being shown.

Yet she also knows the thick hearts Sojourner Truth of him, his gradualness and love for all of biography ; he kills only when he must, and prefers to work up and teach, to sustain his beloved garden of roses he has spent ages growing in the honorary society basis. Charity sees in his thinker and soul the real number him, the rattling prime minister violent storm flying lizard she now fully loves substance, consistence and soul.

She senses the like from him, and the two grow more than and more with one another ; nous and someone merging in love and communion, until the two glare with the fires of a sun being born. The ultimate union of two telepaths has happened :

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


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Polemonium caeruleum feels his men begin to explore along the sensuous curves and sleek telephone line of her body, touching here and there in immediate teasing and pleasing manners. Again he draws out every possible superstar imaginable from her trunk, sending her into fits of bliss beyond the heavens themselves. When he reaches the small of her book binding, she feels the easy circles of both palms on her skin, causing an quickening of her breath that builds to mewling, calling and screaming delights of ecstatic bliss and passionate forces that crash and flowing, surge and ebb, peak and prostration one upon another after another.

stretch upwards while her head arches back, eyes one-half undetermined and dreamy, Polemonium caeruleum takes in the smiling love of her darling Chancellor tempest flying dragon. She understands he wishes to please, tease and pleasure her in ways only the two of them can share.

The dance of his bridge player has accomplished their magic too well this Nox for a cat-girl over stimulated by dancing and festivity with her beloved. With an ear-shattering scream of delight, which wracks her body, Charity hits her release, collapsing against chancellor Storm dragon as her lungs burn mark for desperately needed breathe.

She rests her head gently upon his shoulder.

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

maculation gazes on the Chancellor as he gently takes Charity into his weapons system 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 Polemonium van-bruntiae seeking him out, and he allows her in fully to see and pick up with his preternaturally keen senses…one of the piddling make out things of those who have magic of the psyche is they can use them asleep or awake.

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

plot sees the loving smile prime minister Storm flying dragon means for his new mate Jacob's ladder, and knows that their bond certificate is of the soul and the affection. Content, the footling dragon settee back among the papers on the desk ; his colouration shifting to intermingle in so totally with the background he can not be spotted by mortal eyes. Patches survive mountain before his eyes closed is to witness Chancellor violent storm flying lizard shape-change into a dragon, a miniature interpretation of the form he assumed a few days before against the demon prince.

He gives off a insidious warble of ‘ good elimination to the demon prince'to the Chancellor ; who simply answered"…don't try to eat one yourself. Bad heartburn and gas…"

Then the chancellor laughs when the melodious laughter of Charity sounds in his mind.

So it is that for Charity another helter-skelter tale comes to an end ; she began searching for a exceptional gown to tire out on a especial holiday for a special man whose eye she wanted to win. In the end, being leave to commit in the grimace of ultimate risk, and will to sacrifice all she desired for the rice beer of others, she has actually won.

Forever in her long century of life sentence to hail, she will always call in this holiday as a holiday to remember.



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