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Lonnie And Victoria [Red-Scarlet and YourPrinceAzura]

"None taken!" Lonnie replied. "Um, all sorts of colors would be good. Some big and some small, so when I grow or shrink, I'll still have outfits. I guess I'll mostly leave it up to you two's judgement."

It was in short order that Herman brought out Victoria's usual dish, an omelet for Lonnie, and utensils for them both. He gave the two women a small smile, and hurried back to his post. "Mm... Eggs," she said, and cut into her meal, which revealed a host of ingredients. Peppers and mushrooms and sausage, with just a bit of cheese. "You said his name's Herman? Thank you, Mr. Herman! It's delicious!" Lonnie called over.

She was quiet for the next few minutes as she devoured the eggs. "That was fantastic. They must have good birds to have eggs of that quality," she said. "I'll get us some water." Lonnie walked to the bar, and said "Excuse me, Mr. Herman? Could we have two cups of water? And thank you so much for the omelet, because it was amazing!"

"Thank you," he responded quietly, and filled two glasses for the table.

"No, thank you!" Lonnie said before bringing the waters back.
 
"We'll have you with a whole new wardrobe when we're done," Victoria said cheerily, already visualizing all sorts of fabrics and styles, colors and accessories that would match Lonnie perfectly.

A hearty stack of buckwheat cakes and eggs sat on her plate, along with a small reservoir filled with a creamy syrup. Victoria gave her thanks to Herman, who shyly nodded and continued wiping down the bar counter. She dove in eagerly, cutting off a large chunk of the cakes and dipping them in the syrup before stuffing her face. She was happy to sit and eat silently, but once Lonnie came back with water, a question she'd been meaning to ask suddenly came to mind.

"Where are you from, Lonnie? Not the forest where you were raised by Velguardr, but before that." She ate a bit of egg, then continued. "You said early on when we met that your parent moved around frequently and only stayed put this time for you. That leads me to believe they had taken you in when you were young. Do you remember your life before then? Or, perhaps, did Velguardr find you as a baby?"
 
"They found me as an infant," came Lonnie's unbothered reply, "on the night of a new moon. Despite having contacts within the faerie realms, they weren't ever able to track down any relatives. I don't think Velguardr tried very hard to actually track them down, though. They didn't say so, but would you want to bring a child to someone who abandoned them? A baby?"

She drank heartily from her glass. "I do occasionally wonder why they left me. But even if the person who gave birth to me decided to come into my life, they aren't a parent to me. If they gave me up because they had to-because they had too many other mouths to feed, or because bringing me with would've been even more dangerous than leaving me behind, or something like that-I'd want to get to know them. But if they could've kept me, and just didn't want to... I can do without them. I've got Velguardr, even though they're far away now. And I've met you now, of course!"

It was honestly hard for Victoria to tell if Lonnie was speaking the real truth, or if she was hiding some pain even from herself. It was common for nobles to ingrain some lies so deeply that they even believed it in their outer minds, but here it wasn't clear if that was the case.
 
Victoria listened intently, forgetting the food in front of her as she did. It was unfortunately not an uncommon thing, parents abandoning their young for various reasons, though in Rosemere there were places for such children to go and get the care they needed. But to leave a child so young--alone, unable to fend for herself and only stumbled upon by a nomadic traveler--was unforgivable.

She finished her plate in silence, not wanting to speak while the anger she felt towards Lonnie's biological parents still burned. With how Lonnie talked about her past, it seemed to have not much affect on her. Still as cheery as always, though Victoria wondered if behind that sunny energy some hurt still lingered. She knew all too well how to hide emotions behind a veil, but if Lonnie did not want to delve further into that topic, Victoria would not push.

"It is a terrible thing, parents giving up their children," she finally said, taking a sip of water. "There is no excuse to how they abandoned you. To be given up to chance like that... thank the gods Velguardr found you when they did. Wherever your biological parents are, I hope they live with regret everyday."
 
Lonnie shrugged. "I try to avoid holding ill will towards anyone. You never know what someone else is handling, why they're doing something, what's acting on them... Focus on the good, not the bad," she said. "Now finish up your breakfast! We have fashion to get to!"

She hunted down the last few bits of her own breakfast, pieces of egg and vegetables that had fallen free of her fork when she went for a bite. It took hardly any time before her plate was practically spotless. "I tend to eat a lot. Any kind of big shifting requires tons of energy, so it's good for me to keep full."
 
Victoria nodded. “Yes, right!” She followed Lonnie’s lead, though it took her a bit longer to finish the half eaten stack of cakes. She gathered up the empty dishes and brought them to the bar. Herman scooped them up and hurried off to the kitchen.

“Thank you, Herman!” She called out. “Let Jonathan know we will be having a grand feast tonight!”

After a brief trip back upstairs to grab her stashed coin purse, she led Lonnie out into the city, starting down a wide road flanked on both sides by tall merchant buildings. It was only a fraction as busy as when they’d arrived into Elend’s Bridge. It let them move briskly, and before long they stood outside Goldweaver’s—Jeanette’s tailoring shop. It didn’t stand out amongst the other buildings, at least from the outside. If not for the decorated sign above the dark wood door, it would be easy to miss.

Victoria led the way in, pushing open the door slowly. A bell rang as they stepped into the main foyer, and the smell of flower perfume immediately hit like a wall to the senses. The inside looked much larger than the exterior, with a high vaulted ceiling and rows upon rows of dresses lining the walls. Piles of clutter, sewing supplies and tools, discarded extra fabric, filled the corners. Despite the mess, not a speck of dust lay on any surface, and all the gold fixtures and sconces holding torches were polished to perfection. Out from behind a stack of clothes a woman stepped out to greet the newcomers.

“One moment, and I’ll be—” Jeanette froze, eyes widening as they fell on Victoria. Her red painted lips curled into a wide smile as she rushed over, heels clacking, until she practically crashed into Victoria’s waiting arms. She was a slender woman, but still nearly squeezed the breath out of Victoria with her jewelry-covered arms.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you, my dear!” the woman said, peppering Victoria’s cheek with kisses. “This is the dress I made you, is it not?” She stepped back, hands on hips as she examined Victoria’s attire. Her eyes alighted on the tall woman’s bust, reaching a hand out to feel the undercurve of a breast, as if she were a healer searching for anomalies. “It will need some refitting. Unless you are here to finally seduce Lord Selos like I’ve been saying you should?”

Victoria blushed, gently removing Jeanette’s hand. “Let’s worry about me later, because I have a new customer for you.” She gestured to Lonnie.

Jeanette gasped, reaching out to tug at the changeling’s dress. “So dirty! Did you roll in mud before arriving?” Then, with somehow even more enthusiasm, said, “No.. yes, yes, wonderful! What an interesting canvas to paint! You will be my greatest work yet!” She held both of the girl’s hands, her gold eyes wide. Pointed ears twitched with anticipation, deep green skin marking her as a dryad from the southern forested regions. Her silk robes did not cover much else besides her small chest and privates.

“Tell me, my sweet, what can I do for you? Oh, anything at all! A ballroom gown? Dancing skirts? Anything, oh anything!”
 
She tagged along, never straying far from her noble friend as they walked to Jeanette's. Lonnie glanced around at all the buildings, before being tugged into the seamstress's. And when Jeanette approached, her skin tone marking her as at least partially fey, she felt reassured. "Whatever you make for me, can they have pockets? And that all sounds amazing! I'm not... Well-versed in fashion. See, I grew up in the forest, and I've only really known Velguardr until I met Victoria."

"Hm... I've heard that name before. Something my mother mentioned. But I can get your story while I work!" Jeanette said as she pulled Lonnie deeper amongst the fabrics. "I see you've got an autumnal tone to yourself. We'll want outfits both to compliment and to contrast that."

"I don't have to be fall colors!" Lonnie replied. Her hair shimmered and shifted to an aqua blue, and her skin matched the green of Jeanette. "See?"

Jeanette paused, almost slack jawed. "A changeling! My dear, my dear..."

"Lonnie," she provided.

"My dear Lonnie, this is the start of something amazing! How far can you go? Any colors that are off limits? Can you adjust your height, or your bust, or anything like that?" she asked.

"I've never gotten shorter than three feet, or taller than seven. Colors are easy, though! And I was actually flatter this morning, but Victoria looks so good in her dress, I kinda felt jealous and decided to scale up my chest a bit. Um, I also can't do anything other than a humanoid arrangement-no extra limbs or anything," Lonnie explained.
 
Victoria stepped around to Jeanette's side, a hand on the woman's shoulder. "If I may, I suggest we fit her for only a few different forms. I promised the girl a whole wardrobe, but we are on a trip east, and traveling light would be best. Though I do plan on buying us some riding horses and a pack mule... a couple dozen outfits, then? And do not forget the pockets; she is quite insistent on that." Victoria gave Lonnie a playful little grin.

Jeanette nodded thoughtfully, turning around and wandering off through the piles of fabric. When she returned, her gaze was intense. She came right up to the changeling and tilted up her chin, inspecting her face. "Your guardian seeks to restrain my creativity, but I can work within the bounds she has set. Come, we must get you into the fitting room at once!"

The seamstress grabbed Lonnie's hand and dragged her along, weaving between boxes and cabinets and displays--Victoria following close behind--until finally they entered a smaller room towards the back of the shop. It was mostly bare here aside from a small table in the corner and a shallow pedestal in the center, though somebody attuned to magic energies would sense the faint tingling aura permeating the air. To Victoria, it just felt like the air was a bit heavier. Jeanette gestured to the pedestal, then walked over and grabbed a spool of measuring tape.

"First, we will fit you in your typical form," Jeanette said, "then shorter, and finally taller. Keep in mind the proportions you desire for each, as my clothes are perfectly made to fit your body. Though I'm sure Victoria has already told you as such! Color preference does not matter right now, as I will be making you dresses in all sorts! So, if you would like to make any final adjustments to your normal shape, do so now, then I shall begin!" Then, as if she'd only just remembered. "Oh, and please discard that unsightly dress, it will only get in the way while I work."
 
Lonnie followed along and took in the sights of the clothing boutique. She said "If you want, you can make extra clothes to be picked up when we come back! Um, assuming that's alright with you, Victoria." She was happy to see Jeanette so excited, a nice little contrast to Victoria's more stately air.

When asked to disrobe, she obeyed and stripped out of her dress. Underneath, as was typical for her, were no other clothing. Her cock bounced as the hem of her dress passed it, as did her more ample than before bust. Lonnie eyed herself in one of the mirrors, then glanced back to Victoria. "Since we're going to be traveling along the road, I guess I can have a little more in the way of curves," she said. Her breasts increased in size again. now nearly as large as Victoria's, and her cute rear turned more shapely and luscious. "Think that works? But, Miss Jeanette, could you include an outfit for a flatter body too? In case it's needed."
 
Victoria's eyes widened at Lonnie's changes, and it took her far too long to realize she was staring. She turned to Jeanette, who'd been awaiting the noblewoman's response. Clearing her throat she quickly sputtered out, "Oh, yes, that's fine! We can store the extras at the Tipping Canoe, anyhow. Jonathan won't mind, I'm sure."

Nodding, Jeanette brought her attention back to the changeling, much less flustered at the woman's nudity than Victoria. Carefully, as if she were touching fragile porcelain, the seamstress trailed a hand down Lonnie's side, eyebrows pinched in concentration. "Fascinating! You've done this so easily, and so perfectly! Not an uncanny feature to be seen, and quite enticing, if I may say." She unraveled her tape, began wrapping it around Lonnie's body and taking measurements. "I feel so spoiled, getting to work with such an intriguing customer! Though, I must ask how long you plan on staying in town? It will take quite a long time to--"

Victoria waved her hand to interrupt. "We would prefer your... other methods, if you don't mind."

Jeanette raised a brow, then nodded. "Ah, of course! I had wondered if you'd told her, but I was not sure." She tossed the tape to the side. "Then so it shall be!" With one swift motion of her hands, bright golden light spouted from the seamstress' fingertips. She seemed to pull at it, creating a length of gilded string that floated through the air. She grabbed the loose end and tugged it taut, then began taking measurements again. "Your wish is my command, my wonderful changeling friend! Flat or luscious, tall or short, there is no limit to my talents."

Before long, Jeanette was finished with the first fitting. "Now, onto your next form! I would quite like to see what you had in mind for your taller self, if I may indulge."
 
She giggled a little bit. "That tickles!" she said as the magical string took its measurements. Despite that, she stood still as she could, letting the woman work her magic. When prompted, she closed her eyes and grew. She topped out at a little over six and a half feet, her body less curvaceous and more muscular. "You know, despite this look, I don't actually get any stronger. Muscles don't work the same for me," Lonnie explained. "Now, continue your magic!"

Jeanette quickly and efficiently took the measurements of Lonnie's larger body. She spared a moment to grasp her bicep, and said "For all you say it doesn't increase your strength, you certainly feel toned. I'd like to know why this aesthetic, if you would like to share."

"Poachers. They get a lot more scared if I look like this than if I look scrawnier, no matter what the actual capabilities are," Lonnie said.

"Entirely understandable. Now, how small would you like to be?" she asked.

Lonnie then shrunk, to a little shy of four feet. Her body shape was a little extra, pleasantly thick and jiggly. "I just enjoy feeling cute like this," she explained.

Jeanette gave a small laugh. "You certainly manage! Now, hold still again..."
 
Victoria watched in amusement as Jeanette diligently measured Lonnie's varied forms, happy that the seamstress was having so much fun. It must have been quite the relief, not dealing with snobby nobles for once. Once done, Jeanette flicked her wrist and the gilded string was gone. She took a step away from the pedestal, closing her eyes in concentration, mumbling to herself. Then, she outstretched her arms.

One by one, dresses appeared seemingly from thin air. Strings of various colors swirled in a flurry, like leaves in the wind, stitching through lengths of fabric and constructing Lonnie's new attire. Victoria watched in amazement, even though this was not her first time witnessing Jeanette's magic. They lined the far wall, cascading skirts and embroidered bodices, all unique and beautiful. There was a formal gown, richly blue, with matching gloves and a pair of crystalline slippers. A practical traveling dress, cut to sit above the knee, layered with orange frills. Another was similar to Jeanette's current attire, with slits for the thighs and a front that would leave little to the imagination. One of solid black with red accents caught Victoria's eye. The high collar and long hanging sleeves immediately reminded her of the kind of dresses typically worn during formal events in Rosemere.

Victoria walked through the floating display, sampling the fabric. Every dress was impeccable, as always. The collection easily rivaled her own in beauty, though it was a fraction as large.

"I expect you'll find these to be more than suitable," the seamstress said, looking smugly satisfied. "There are several for each of your forms--including flatter alterations of your everyday self. Whatever the occasion, you will have an appropriate outfit. And, each one has pockets. Some even have hidden compartments, just in case. Now, please do me the pleasure of trying one on!"

Victoria started opening her coin purse to offer payment, but Jeanette put a hand on top of Victoria's, shaking her head. "This one is on the house, my dear."

"Are you sure?" Victoria asked incredulously.

"I have just created my masterpiece," Jeanette said softly, gazing at all of Lonnie's new dresses. "There is no price I can put on that. Now, let me see about adjusting your dress, yes? You look as if your breasts will spill forth at any moment!"

Jeanette pulled Victoria aside for some quick measurements, giving Lonnie time to look through her new wardrobe.
 
"Ooh..." Lonnie let out, practically in a trance. She started at the leftmost, and ran her hands along the formal gown. "It's so smooth..." she said as she grew in size to match the chosen one.

She took care to avoid any rips or tears as she dressed, taking some time to figure out how exactly it laced and tied. But, before long, she was completely clothed in it. With a cocked head, she took some time to adjust her skin tone and hair to provide a good compliment, with cool colors, and once satisfied, announced "I'm ready! Take a look!"

Jeanette spared a moment from Victoria's dress to look at Lonnie. "Absolutely fabulous! Give us a twirl, dear," she ordered, and Lonnie did just that. She spun and spun, the dress whirling around her, but always low enough to maintain decorum and modesty.

"Miss Jeanette," Lonnie said.

"Please, just Jeanette."

"Oh! Okay, Jeanette-are you sure there's nothing either of us can do to pay you back? This is so much and it's so pretty and well-crafted. Even if you can't think of anything now, please, don't hesitate to ever ask me for a favor," she said.
 
"I'll keep that in mind," Jeanette said, bringing her attention back to Victoria's dress. She flicked out a length of golden thread, but instead of using it like before, she weaved it along Victoria's neckline. As soon as she was done the front of the dress began to alter, fabric pulling up and to either side, giving more space for the noblewoman's chest to reside. It did not look much different than before, but Victoria could tell it was much more secure.

Victoria gave Jeanette a warm hug. "Thank you, as always."

"You're welcome," Jeanette said. "I can hold on to the dresses until you are ready to leave town."

"That would be wonderful, Jeanette." Victoria gave the seamstress a kiss on the cheek, then approached Lonnie, admiring her decadent gown. "I'm ready when you are, my dear. Though I'm not sure that will be the best attire for learning how to sculpt clay." Victoria scanned the plethora of dresses. "Perhaps you can find one built for practicality amongst your new collection?"
 
"Heh, yeah," she replied. "Um, could I get a hand undoing the lace on this? I really don't want to tear it."

Jeanette laughed and waved her thread over, which quickly and adroitly undid the dress's bindings. "It does take some practice to learn to wear them properly. But you've done a fine job for yourself thus far!"

Lonnie blushed a bit. "Thank you," she said, and nudely perused her options until she found a skirt and shirt made of a thick, durable fabric. Despite its firmness, it was still soft and breathable. "This should do just fine," she said and dressed.

"You're going to learn sculpture?" Jeanette asked. "Tapping into your artistic side?"

"Yes! I'm good at whittling, but it doesn't keep shape as well as clay does, and is generally harder to work with. I hope I can make something good-maybe a bust of Victoria. That'd be stellar if I could manage it!" Lonnie said. "And thank you again. We'll be back to pick up the clothes later!"
 
“Or perhaps a magnificent statue to capture all her luscious glory!" Jeanette said, then chuckled as she curtsied. "Until then, my sweets!"

Victoria waved her goodbye and headed out of the shop. Outside, people packed the streets like gold in a queen’s purse; workers and mothers and their children, walking with a hurried pace, shop doors swinging open to let customers filter in and out. Conversation carried like the buzzing of bees, not a moment of silence to be found.

Victoria held Lonnie’s hand, smiling, her eyes alight with eagerness. “Oh how I love a busy city! Walking amongst the people, shoulder to shoulder... in the back of a carriage, I always feel so isolated. The smells and sounds and sights, this was how you're meant to enjoy a city, not in a wooden box pulled by a horse." She took a deep breath, the scent of fresh flowers and spices--likely from the food vendors not far off--filling her lungs. "Let us waste not a moment more!"

Quickly they merged with the crowd, carried along like algae in a current. They walked briskly, catching hard looks from some with less patience than they ought to have, and bright courteous smiles from kinder folk. They were several streets from Goldweaver's when the hubbub died down; the cobblestone road led them to a wider area with a fountain surrounded by willow trees and flower bushes. A statue of a man rose from the center of the fountain, a large pot on his shoulder where the water poured out from. Victoria led Lonnie over to sit down on the basin's edge.

"Every time I visit, I come here to listen to the birds. A rare breed makes their nests in these trees, these tiny green pidgeons only found around Elend's Bridge. I've only spotted them once, but it is their song that intrigues me most." She closed her eyes, listening intently. "We're a bit early to visit Mallick--he doesn't open his shop until noon. In the meantime, I figure we can take a small rest. And I find myself wondering more about your... magic." She said the last part quietly, looking around to spot anybody who might be listening too close. "Are you able to disguise yourself as any humanoid race? Even the Draconic folk with their scaly tails? Or is it as you said earlier, that you cannot produce additional appendages? What about the water-breathing Tritons? Could you mimic their gills?"
 
Lonnie walked alongside Victoria. She kept close, holding her hand tightly. While the noblewoman waxed poetic about the hubbub, her changeling companion was a little more offput by the dense pack of bodies. She let out an audible sigh of relief when they reached the fountain. "I don't know how you deal with so many people... I've seen more in the past ten minutes than I saw for my first ten years!"

"Um, do you mean my magic, or my shifting? I'm practiced in Druidic magic, but that's largely unrelated to my natural capabilities," Lonnie said. She demonstrated a touch of her magic, taking a seed from a bag in one of her skirt pockets, and putting it in the dirt. She hummed a lively tune, and it sprouted into a small snapdragon. "See, that's magic! Shifting is just something I do. I've never tried to do a tail, but as long it didn't have to be prehensile, I think I could manage it? Scales for sure, though they wouldn't provide any kind of defense. And for water-breathing, I can do that with magic, not shifting. As I mentioned earlier, my strength stays the same no matter what form I take, and that's true of most things physical."
 
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