Ethan poses, grinning. "9.3? Stupid Romanian judge~"

He kisses her. "Good morning, Beautiful~ Look who's back to her chipper self!"

He's looking pretty chipper today, too. He still has that depth to him, that maturity gained by spending years in Wonderland, but he wears it well.

He grins, sliding his hands about her, his warmth and closeness making her feel surrounded in his affection.

She's never asked about his Legacy, and is pretty sure it's self-made - he's got kind of a Chesire Cat thing going for him.

"I'm all yours today. You and I? We can go anywhere you'd like, anywhere you've wanted to go and places to try but couldn't, whether due to your money, legs, anything. We could even stay right here~"

Ethan leans into her touch, his chest rumbling pleasantly.

"Your wish is my command~"

It takes him a bit of research. Find the right spot, then start building connections. He draws on Fate to make a call to a soon-to-be pissed off local official and opens a one-way window after it goes off.

"Sorry, wrong number~"

He hangs up, then takes the window on a ride, sending it sailing across the countryside by bouncing it from one sympathetic link to another. It's kind of impressive watching him work - she notices that he doesn't actually use the practices, for the most part. Oh he knows the Mudras and uses them, but he's far more instinctive, making unusual connections that many mages wouldn't think about.

Finally, he's satisfied, and takes her hand. With a little after image, she's suddenly exposed to a warm summer evening. This far north in summer, the sun is still in the sky despite it being 9pm at least.

Around them, vast, primordial trees grow, ancient spruce untouched by man, and down below tumbles a cliff, down, down to the water far below, which shimmers in the light. A little village nestles on lower cliffs, and the air is clear and almost sharp.

Ethan holds her hand, gazing out at the world. "I feel so liberated since coming back. I could teleport there, too, but in Arcadia you never just go places. Everything you do, every path you turn down or ignore, is a choice, and it leads inexorably to some narrative or another. Some story that needs to play out. It's like - the elemental heart of time and our perception of it.

"For all the Fallen World's flaws, I can go places just to go there, to see them, to do whatever I want, and it isn't just another page of some book. It's just my life. And that's wonderful."

"Sometimes, I'm still scared. I've considered learning Prime just for more certainty - but I don't honestly think that Arcadia can ever be as boring as the Fallen World, or ignore its rules so completely. If it could, then great, shame on you for a cheap trick, universe." He squeezes her hand.

"You're part of what makes it feel real. I'm like the changelings in a way - I need that stability."

He smiles down at her and crouches down to kiss her.

His fingers in her hair, nails scritching in her scalp, his other hand settled on her back, holding her with a kind of possessiveness - an indication that she's his, and he isn't letting her go. An eagle soars overhead, its last hunt before the setting sun.

When they slide back, he grins, his tail up in a happy little question mark. "You know, I'm starting to get hungry - and I don't mean for lunch." He slides a hand down to one of her breasts - like the rest of her, made somewhat heavier by her weight, though she's noticed a distinct improvement in her tightness after Arielle's help. There's real mass under her skin in places, actual muscle developing as her sister's spell heals whatever she breaks down better than when it was.

Naturally, he takes advantage of that, massaging her and manipulating the tender little cluster of nerves as he slides behind her chair leaning over and nibbling at her neck as he uses both hands.

"...oh?" he asks. She was worried, but he actually sounds curious. "Where is this going?"

Her dorky ramble appears to be amusing him. "Don't think I failed to notice how much you enjoyed that kiss from Lilith." Her pinches her, grinning. "I was a little jealous, but - honestly? Mostly because I was like 'Man - I can't make her melt like that.'

"As you might have guess, living in Arcadia for... a long time led to some things. I had lovers while I was there, and lonely, and sometimes Fate took me down odd paths, curses that changed me... also, you may remember I had that series where I let my cousin dress me up, so it's not like I've never experimented. Besides - I'm kind of curious to see what this feels like. As long as I have control over it, it won't be like Arcadia and trigger me, I think."

"So... in the interests of experimentation, I'm into it."

"I know there's some bits you really like~ Maybe I'll try it out in full sometime. I chose to be a cat, you know - I didn't expect it to be permanent, sure, but I saw the changes coming and I accepted them. So." He draws his fingers along her sensitive skin, a little furnace burning in her belly. "Why don't we go pay your sister a quick visit?"

Her sister responds, 'Bitch I already did it this morning. Tried it out - kind of weird, didn't like it, but if your toy's into it more power to you~ All alone.'

What's the use of magic if you don't get to use it for silly sex games?

Tugging her shirt back over her, Ethan flashes them into Arielle's room, which probably ate some mana but he can afford it. It does nothing to prevent Arielle from noticing how hot and bothered she is.

She grins as she dangles an amulet with a cat head.

From the looks of it in her senses, Arielle used a casting service to make a bronze base and electroplated it in gold, then Forces to carve in signs in High Speech. Nice to see the bits she taught her about making things panned out. There's a neat little Life spell stuck onto it with a staged activation trigger.

"Much obliged~" Ethan says, squeezing her shoulder.

"My price is that I get to see you try it out~"

"Fair enough!"

Once Val is done with it, he slides it over his neck. Ari gives him the command word ("Herm") and he concentrates.

It happens very quickly - Arielle's nimbus surrounds him for a moment as changes ripple through his body. The face is there simplest change, and the most subtle, with his already pretty features refining into outright beauty, and his muscles lose a little definition as a fine later of fat undergirds them. Sleek fur rounds as his hips swell out, his thighs thickening, and his buttoned shirt expands - quite a bit, actually, the buttons starting to strain as fluffy breasts continue to grow, heaving at the fullest extent rational for his frame. That isn't the only way Ari cheated, either - her hair begins to spill down her back in a long wave that she shakes out to settle just over her hips.

She settles one elegant hand on that hip and looks amused, smirking at Arielle. Valerie can imagine what others would see - a beautiful half-Indian woman in clothes that are too small for her. "You slut, you made me a bombshell."

Arielle giggles, blushing heavily. "That's not the only change I made."

She glances down, to where her pants strain noticeably. "Oh really."

"And you're sensitive as fuck. You probably noticed."

"Wow, you are straight pimping me to your sister."

"Guilty~"

That tail brushes against her chin, tucking under it, and her smoky look just about sets fire to her blood.

"Go through the closet," she says, her voice low and hypnotic. "Get yourself onto your bed, and wait."

At the least, it's very smooth for her, sensitive in a way she's not used to, with the air from her apartment's open windows blowing across her skin.

With her eyes on the closet in anticipation, she doesn't realize she's arrived until a claw run down her spine, sending spiky sensations down through her. Of course she'd arrive in a way that gave her maximal control.

It leaves Val wondering feverishly just what sorts of things Ethan got up to back in Arcadia. What form his lovers took and what forms they made him take. Certainly, they seem to have taken to the power games with a certain gusto. When she jerks around and turns, she finds them in a new dress, one that clings to their feminine form and hides very little from view.

"You waited." She smiles. "Good."

She runs her hands down Valerie's sides, along her leg to tease at her inner thighs.
"And you shaved - I like it."

"Call me Cheshire," she smiles slowly, showing her fangs, and looks her up and down appreciatively. She notices the behavior, and her smile widens. She slides up, and begins to kiss her way up from her belly, between her breasts, and pauses to kiss each nipple, letting her fangs just touch them. Like the panther she is, she slides over her, all wiry cat strength, and kisses her hard, pressing her down.

"You're so pliable," she purrs, her chest rumbling, her heavy breasts pressing into hers as she pins her down. "So soft."

Her insides are boiling, molten, both like and unlike her Forgemaster experience of basically being turned to liquid metal.

Once she's gotten her worked up, she slides up, straddling her, and fits her arms through her straps. She lets it fall, revealing her heavy, furred breasts. She leaves it like that, draped about her lower part, but Val can feel it. Hard, almost dangerous, stiff against her. She slides back, knees apart, and leans back with her weight settling on her ankles, letting Val move again.

While she does, she slides off the last bit of her dress, revealing the thick, furred sheath below. Good gods, it's even bigger than before - Arielle wasn't lying.

"Get over here," she orders. "Feel it."