Zellnessa and Clarise p1 - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
7/1/2018
Log
Jill: Clarise sigh and stretches after putting down her favorite hammer after a longs day of work. She's not a particularly well endowed woman but she is quite fit. She needs to be as she's one of those rare breads of smiths who can work magic into her pieces or coax even the most persnickety of rare metals into form. She smiles as she picks up her latest piece of work. It's a mythril sword that has a fair few enchantments on it from the more simple ever sharp enchantment to the extremely rare perfect edge. She smiles and picks up a piece of adamantite. It's small naturally as adamantite is some of the rarest material around. She frowns then before shrugging as she notes she'll need to start preparations to make some more as this piece will only be enough for a few more batches of alloys. But considering the immense toughness of adamantite it does make for the perfect test of the blades edge and she gently runs the edge against the adamantite and smiles as she sees the shallow grove left behind. She nods one more time before heading over to the safe she stores her work and raw material in and places both within the safe. If you were watching you would catch a glimpse of a far far larger inside than out and a true treasure trove of material for both smithing and enchanting worth more than a small fortune. With the valuables locked away she makes a final look over her smithy before nodding and with a wave of her hand the forge and everything else turns off. She nods again before closing the door to her smithy and as the door closes behind her there's that subtle unmistakable sound of an enchanted lock sealing the smithy. With everything closed up for the evening she smiles and heads up the stairs to her room on the second floor. It's a rather messy room to be honest but the bed and chairs are clearly well crafted and she lets out a contented sigh as she sits lies down on her bed after stripping out of her clothes. She smiles and reaches over and picks up a clearly well used but plain covered book. Her smile widens as she begins to read and if you just so happened to somehow see the text you would see it's an erotic novel about an amazonian female anthro dragon doing.... 'various things' And very much not needing any prince charming to come save her.
Himeko: I was completely in my element. I found that with a cover of mud that my striped abdomen could be dulled to blend quite well in the gloom of the early night. I flew in like a moth. Another boon that coincidentally came from my wings taking after that insect rather than my hornet traits. My wings were virtually silent and completely lacked the buzz noise due to the plush dusty coating that I naturally produced to protect my wings. I landed effortlessly with hardly any force upon the outside of the smithy and walked along with my many limbs sticking to the walls as I followed the noises on the inside to the window nearest to the source. A magic blacksmith would be a wonderful addition to the family afterall. I still did not know whether to broach using my Family name quite openly. I felt that it would be crude of me to call myself Zellnessa Himeko. Yet a family name normally came first and one's personal name was only given to those that were truly close. I paused with antennae poised to read the vibrations and subtle signals on the airwaves. My vision followed the climb up the building as I heard the noises progress up to the second floor. I followed the sounds to pause by the window nearest to the source as it last settled in. I poked my face close to the window and sniffed silently. I could smell the aroma both new and old of the woman that was resting inside. However I was careful to not peek more than a little bit of my head around the corner. Just enough to allow my upper set of eyes a moment to spy on the woman whom appeared to be reading on the bed. I waited for the moment as I knew that Okaasama was somewhere nearby. My hahawei (also means mother) probably wished to keep me close for concern that my abilities may not yet measure up to the task. I lingered near the window patiently with my wings folded neatly. I didn't want to hinder my okaasama yet and decided to wait a reasonable time to see if this undressed woman could settle in and lower her guard even further now.
Zellnessa: I purred softly, settling myself down next to Himeko. <Good work, Hime-chan. Though...> I look at the mud coating her body. <I think perhaps I should teach you some magic to darken your fur and conceal your presence in our next lessons. It's just a shame that your beautiful coat has to get so dirty to hide yourself this way. So, is she ready for us?> I asked, feeling the magic inside the building. She was clearly quiet a skilled craftswoman and would make an excellent addition. I was quite proud of Himeko for finding her.
Jill Clarise: I smile as I turn the page as I enjoy the scene once more and gently rub my thighs together in that familiar feeling of enjoyment I always get from this novel.
Himeko: I looked to my Okaasama with widened eyes as I was contacted. <'Okaasama I thought you were heading inside first? I think she should be relaxing now. Did you wish to approach her first or should I?> I then glanced at myself and realized that I would probably draw out an adverse response with my appearance here. I looked in through the window with my peripheral eyes again. If only the lights were out I could slip in and make it to her bed. <' I believe she is ready Okaasama.'> I then prepared myself to enter through the bedroom window now. I was still poised outside though because I wished to give my Okaasama a chance to determine the best course of action here. We were here to invite blacksmith not make an enemy of her at our first meeting. I cast a look back to Okaasama as though waiting for further orders.
Zellnessa: I nod to Himeko. <You may enter first to introduce me. I believe for humans, you would have the less intimidating appearance.>
Zellnessa: Thinking for a moment, I cast a spell to clean and groom Himeko's fur. <Sorry for interfering with your concealment, but I think you would make a better emmissary if you don't track mud on our new smith's floor. And... perhaps I should enter first. I... just remembered Seneca's typical reaction to arthropods. Some humans are especially bothered by them.>
Himeko: I took a silent breath before I braced myself only to have Okaasama save the day by giving me reprieve. I gave my head a respectful bow as I stepped back from the window just in case Clarise looked out and up. I folded my wings and laid them over the wood exterior while thinking of the texture in my mind. The more I thought about it the more my coloration began to shift to match the pattern around me. My wings were actually very useful! It just took a little time for my body to change the color of my moth fur. It didn't work well when I was on the go though. SO now I waited for Okaasama to enter.
Zellnessa: I climbed into in through the window, motioning for Himeko to follow after. "Excuse us." I said quietly. "My name is Zellnessa and I was wondering if you had some time to discuss a proposition I have for you." I looked down and noticed the book's title and cover, a grin spreading across my face. "I think you will be *very* interested in what we have to offer."
