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Lonnie And Victoria [Red-Scarlet and YourPrinceAzura]

Victoria tilted her head. “Hm? Oh, yes! Lived there all my life. The city gets its name from the walls on its borders. The stone used becomes a deep red color when polished.”

She chewed on her lip, thinking about the journey ahead. “Agemon is a myth to most people. The surrounding land is scarcely traveled by outsiders, let alone those from such far off places like me. The guardians Jonathan mentioned are as ancient as the city itself. Some say they’re living metal contraptions, built by a crazed inventor protecting his research. Others claim to have been swarmed by a flock of white crows with beady red eyes, and only by offering food were they permitted entry.”

She finished the second glass, then turned around in her stool to lean back against the counter. “Most don’t believe these tales and just think the land is cursed. But I see all these wildly different accounts and have come to a simple conclusion; the guardians are different for everybody.”

At Lonnie’s remark about Jonathan, Victoria shook her head. “Oh I’m sure he wishes that were true, that scoundrel. He is as flirtatious as a bard, but thankfully it seems he’s held his tongue with you in my company. His wife, Annabel, is even worse. I’d nearly done it a few times, but a late night tryst with those two isn’t really how I’d imagined my first… ah, well, never mind about that.” Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly moved on to another topic, remembering Lonnie’s slew of questions from earlier.

“You wanted to know about my family, yes? I do have parents, though my father passed long ago and my mother left on a journey across the western sea, never to return. I have two wonderful sisters, one of whom gave up her noble inheritance to elope with a blacksmith. The other married a king to the south. They’re each as stunning as I, though our petty sibling rivalries dictate that I must never admit as such to their faces.”

Chuckling, Victoria propped an elbow on the counter and laid her head in hand, feeling the subtle effects of the wine. “Now let me ask you something; where has Velguardr gone? And why did you not join them?”
 
Lonnie listened with rapt attention as the conversation drifted to something more understandable. She looked slightly crestfallen when she found out Rosemere wasn't ACTUALLY full of roses, but the information on Agemon kept her interest considerably.

"Velguardr isn't really the type to spend years in one spot," she told Victoria. "They would usually spend maybe a month to a year in any given location-moving with herds or predators or weather or anything like that. But they were rooted down while I was growing up, and they actually kind of liked the solidity and stability. At least, that's what they said-maybe they were fibbing to make me feel better, but I don't think so. However, they got a message from Jasper. They're across the sea, in a city called Rodin, and they needed help against the monarchy there. Velguardr was never a fan of that place, even more than most cities. They did ask if I wanted to join them, but given what the goal is, we both figured it'd be better if I just get more worldly experience on my own."

She finished her cup, and smiled as she said "I'm sorry to hear your parents are gone. I'm sure they were great people, if they raised a nice lady like you!" She debated pouring another full cup of juice, but found herself yawning as she contemplated. "It's been a long day. Is the room Jonathan gave to us nice?"
 
Victoria was surprised to hear of Velguardr's impending involvement with the events over in Rodin. She knew very little of the place, but she heard once that tensions had been rising between the ruling class and the peasants for quite some time now. But to strike out against the rulers of city they don't even like at the request of this Jasper person... she wondered if there was more to Velguardr than Lonnie was letting on.

"My parents were beloved by many in Rosemere," Victoria said. "The city was never the same once they were gone. And whatever Velguardr role is in that business at Rodin, I hope they come back safe. You two will have many stories to share, I'm sure, and I'd love to meet them."

Victoria nodded, catching a yawn herself. "It certainly has. Come, I'll show you." She stood, grabbing Jonathan's attention and nodding. He nodded back, then gave an order to a nearby serving wench, smirking. The slender girl walked over quickly, tucking her empty serving tray under her arm. Victoria mumbled under her breath, but managed to keep a smile on her face. Johanna approached, her red hair in a braid that rested over one shoulder. She twisted the end around her finger, smiling at Victoria, seemingly unaware of Lonnie's presence. The cut of her bodice put a generous amount of skin on display. Victoria made an effort to not look down.

"It's so great to see you, Mistress Alevar," Johanna said in a soft, sultry voice. She gave the tall woman a once-over with pale amber eyes. "Same room, as always?"

"Likewise, Johanna," Victoria said curtly, hoping the redness on her face didn't look as bad as it felt. "And of course. We'll be needing our baths drawn, if you'd be so kind."

Johanna glanced at Lonnie--eyes narrowed in a fiery hot glare--before looking back to Victoria. "Very well. Follow me." She headed out of the common room and towards a side hall.

Victoria sighed. "Like I said, he's a damned scoundrel, sending her my way." Victoria looked over her shoulder and said--louder--"A scoundrel!" Jonathan did not react as he wiped down the bar at the other end, but she knew the man had heard. Gesturing the way Johanna had gone, she said, "After you, my dear."
 
She was a little perturbed by Johanna's attitude. Before she followed, she took a moment to ask Victoria "Did I do something wrong?"

But Lonnie still followed obediently, as Johanna lead the way to a simple bedroom. It was designed for comfort over style, with a thick rug on the ground, curtains to block the sun, a large bed with several pillows and blankets, and a few drawers for travelers to put their belongings. She went to sit on the bed, and was a little surprised by the bounce it had. "Oh!" she let out as she felt it compress and spring back. She experimented a bit, the bouncing causing her modest bust to jiggle fetchingly while she enjoyed the new experience.

While she did that, Johanna had departed to draw their baths. Lonnie took a moment to compose herself, and stood back up from the bed. "It's not as soft as what I sleep on back in the forest, but it bounces! That's fun," she said, and then began to strip for bed. She lifted her dress up in a smooth motion, revealing more of her creamy skin, and to match her modest bust now completely on display, a modest cock between her legs, soft and cute. Lonnie bent down to open a drawer and place the dress within.
 
Victoria shook her head. "I suspect she's jealous of you. Pay her no mind, dear."

She smiled as Lonnie's curiosity took her, eyes widening as she watched the woman's chest, then looked away bashfully. Seeking to distract herself, she started looking for fresh sets of undergarments for the both of them. One consequence of her rash decision to depart from her carriage was that she'd left all of the clothes she'd packed. She could buy more at the next town, is what she'd told to convince the carriage driver. In hindsight, she should have listened when he'd urged her to not deviate from the path and delve into that forest, but if she had, she'd never have met Lonnie. So far, that was well worth an encounter with an owlbear.

She found a drawer full of silk shifts that she'd left there her previous visit. This room was effectively a second home for her; Jonathan never let anybody rent out the room, and when she came by, he never asked her for money. She used to insist on paying, but he never budged. She turned and saw Lonnie's nude form--the pale expanse of skin, soft breasts, limp member--and nearly gasped. She should have guessed a woman raised in solitude out in a forest would have no issue stripping down in front of another person, but this still caught her by surprise. She watched with rapt attention as the girl discarded her dress into a drawer, all matter of thoughts and questions racing through her mind. It took her too long to realize she was staring, whirling back around to conceal the heat on her cheeks before Lonnie could see.

"Ah, Lonnie, t-there's a modesty curtain," Victoria stammered, gesturing somewhere to the opposite corner of the room without turning around. "Uh, in the corner. But, I suppose that isn't needed now. Well, uh... here." She held out the shift behind her. "T-Take this to the baths, and I'll join you shortly."
 
"Okay!" Lonnie chirped happily. She donned the shift, which thanks to Victoria's larger body, easily covered all the necessary bits on Lonnie, and headed to the bath. Johanna was holding the door open for Victoria, and someone more observant than Lonnie could see she was irked at the changeling being first again. "I think your hair is very pretty, ma'am," Lonnie told the employee before she walked into the bath.

Johanna simply let out "Tch," not to be swayed by something as minor as that!

The bathing chamber was, like the rest of the Canoe, well-built and well-designed. It had a servants' entrance and exit in the rear, near to the inn's well, allowing for clean, fresh water. And one of the larger purchases from its construction, a simple Rune of Heating, inlaid into a tub that kept the water warm. This had made the Canoe very popular amongst wealthy clientele, letting them luxuriate in warmth and peace.

Lonnie set the shift off to the side, careful to not get it wet, and slid into the tub. "Mm... That's nice," she murmured as she sunk in almost to her face.
 
With Lonnie out of the room, Victoria let out the breath she'd been holding. If this was how it was going to be on the way to Agemon, Victoria had better get used to seeing another woman's nude body. No point in getting all flustered when the changeling was clearly comfortable with it. Still, she quickly dove behind the modesty curtain before changing out of habit. Her dress didn't come off with quite the same ease as Lonnie's, requiring her to reach behind and loosen the knots in the laces that ran along the back. When she got the last one undone and slid out of the bodice, She took a moment to let her body decompress. It would take them a month on foot to reach Agemon from here. She would need more travel-worthy clothes.. or maybe purchase a couple horses. A decision for tomorrow; she needed this bath like a dragon needs its hoard.

She slipped off her brassiere and underwear, rolled off her stockings, then threw on her shift. Stuffing the garments into a drawer, Victoria rounded to the side of the bed facing the door and sat down, pressing her hand on the rear of the wooden headboard. She felt around for a notch, found it, then carefully pressed in with a finger. With enough pressure, the compartment slid out quietly. She reached inside and took out the heavy coinpurse she'd stowed there long ago to check the contents. A couple dozen gold marks, and twice that many silver pennies. Exactly as much as last time. She pushed the compartment back into place and tucked the purse into the drawer. She had compartments like this in all the cities she frequented. She usually saved them for emergencies, but considering she'd forgotten her money with the carriage, they would never reach Agemon without it.

Soon Victoria joined Lonnie, not missing a beat as she brushed by Johanna. The woman began speaking, but Victoria cut her off with a wave of the hand. "You're dismissed, Johanna, thank you."

She did not turn around to watch, but certainly heard Johanna's frustrated exit as she marched out of the room, muttering under her breath.

Victoria let her shift fall off her shoulders, kicking it aside before stepping into the bath. She rested her arms around the rim, tipping her head back as she let the heat soak into her skin. Steam and mist filled the small room, a lavender aroma permeating the air from the soaps lying on the little tables next to each tub. Victoria began scrubbing herself, the fatigue of today steadily catching up.

Her voice broke the restful silence. "Is there anything in particular you would like to do during our journey? I know most things out here are a mystery to you, but surely Velguardr taught you about other things besides hunting and using your magic." She sighed, sinking further into the water. "Anything at all, my dear, and I'll try to make it happen."
 
"Hm..." Lonnie let out. "I know how to read and write. I'm okay at whittling, but Velguardr told me I'd probably have a better hand with clay sculpting. Just wasn't any of the right clay for it in the forest. So if there's a place that has that, I'd love to give it a try!"

She temporarily dunked her head, her hair spreading out like a fine spider's web. She resurfaced with a big breath. "Hoo, that felt nice!" she said, as water cascaded down her face. "So, something I was thinking about... You said, a bit ago when I asked if Jonathan was a lover of yours, that it would've been your first time. Have you really never been with someone? I haven't, but you're also the second person I've met besides some poachers and hunters-who were NOT friendly."

Lonnie smiled to make clear that this wasn't meant in an insulting manner. "I mean, you're so pretty and nice! Or are you just like Velguardr, and you don't really care about sex?"
 
"It just so happens that I know the owner of the local pottery store," Victoria said. "I'm sure he'd love to teach you."

At Lonnie's question, Victoria sat up, combing her hair with her fingers. "I suppose I can explain by telling you about the Church of the First Light. It was a fanatical religious order, founded during the Gilded War nearly two hundred years ago. Rosemere Keep was pinned down by a terrible siege--one city against the overwhelming combined forces of the enemy alliance. The people needed hope, and the soldiers needed the strength to fight back. The First Light's clergymen promised all this and more. Before long, the entire city had rallied behind the Church, and through miraculous effort the enemy was pushed back."

Victoria caught herself before she delved into unnecessary details. "Well anyway, after the war concluded, most people stayed devout followers of the First Light, and for decades the city flourished under the new spiritual guidance. It wasn't until nearly twenty years ago, when a man named Oralin Malus became the archbishop, did the cracks begin to show. The church's collapse was an inevitability; corruption had taken root long ago. Oralin was simply the catalyst. The followers became divided into two groups; those who accepted his new teachings, and those who preferred the old ways. The conflict eventually grew until civil war broke out. It was a terrible, terrible thing. By the end, Oralin was executed and the Church was no more--its followers dispersed--though some still practiced the religion in secret."

Victoria drew one leg up and rested her chin on her knee. "I was one of those people. At the time, I had truly believed in what Oralin preached--which included dedicating oneself to a life of abstinence. It took many years for me to leave the First Light--and Oralin's teachings--behind, but by then the lessons were so deeply ingrained that it was difficult to completely let go." Victoria paused a moment, suddenly feeling very exposed, both physically and emotionally. She glanced at Lonnie sheepishly, pulling both her knees tight to her chest. "So, there. Self-inflicted religious suppression. It probably sounds silly to a free-spirit like yourself."
 
Her smile broadened at first when Victoria told her of the pottery. But the expression faded with what came next. At the conclusion, Lonnie moved towards Victoria and gave the larger woman a hug. "It's not silly. It was your life, and it's still affecting you today. Even I can see that," she said. "I'm sorry that that's how you grew up. And if you don't want me to bring it up, or lovers, or anything like that, I promise I won't."

Lonnie's expression shifted to one of encouragement. "It seems like you've made quite the effort to better yourself. I can see it, and I'm sure everyone else can too! You aren't letting your past drag anyone else down, and even though it still has an impact on you, you're working to free yourself," she continued. "I think you're being very strong," she finished, and finally let go of the hug. She stayed near Victoria, though, leaning against her edge of the tub they were both in.
 
Victoria's heart fluttered as Lonnie waded over, even more so when the woman wrapped her up in a warm embrace, nude as the day she was born. It seemed Lonnie wasn't the only one trying new experiences today. Victoria nodded, smiled at the changeling's kind words, trying to ignore the way her soft skin felt pressed against her arm.

"It is a topic I'd rather not discuss, at least for a while yet," Victoria said. "Thank you Lonnie, for your understanding. It felt good though, to finally confide that in somebody. Being the Rosemere court spinster earns me a fair bit of scrutiny. It's half the reason I travel so often."

Victoria sank back into the water with only her head exposed, eyes closed. She could still feel Lonnie's close presence, and she decided she could get quite used to this, sharing these intimate moments with somebody else.
 
"Understood," Lonnie replied. While Victoria spent some time soaking, Lonnie finally got some of the soap on her. Despite her natural living for the past two decades, she was surprisingly clean-perhaps a benefit of being able to shift forms. Maybe the dirt and grime didn't stick between them. She took extra care with some of the sweeter-smelling soaps, as she lathered herself and took in the delightful scent.

"You know," she said, "when I would clean myself back home, it was mostly just water and a bit of magic. If I wanted to smell like this, it'd require getting sticky from berry juice or whatever else had the scent I wanted. The city's been good so far-I don't know if I'd want to spend a whole life here, away from the trees and animals, but it's still a nice excursion. Thank you for helping me experience it!"

There was a quiet knock at the door to the bathing chamber. "We have another guest who needs a bath. Please finish within ten minutes," Johanna's voice came through.
 
"When we leave here, what do you think about taking another alternate path through a forest? There's one about a day northeast of here. We could spend a night out there, and you could show me what living in the wilderness is like, just as I've shown you life in the city. It's a bit of a detour, but the road past it leads right to Drenis, a small village tucked away in the mountains. They host a wonderful festival there twice a year, and I believe if we plan the trip well, we should arrive just in time."

Victoria rolled her eyes at Johanna's request. "I thought I told Jonathan that one bath for an entire tavern is terribly inefficient," she called out. "But fine, we'll be out soon."

Letting out a quiet groan, Victoria hoisted herself up and sat on the edge of the tub, water dripping off her body. "Oh, I almost forgot! Would you still like to get new clothes tomorrow? We can visit Madame Jeanette in the morning, then head out to the pottery store around midday."
 
Lonnie shook her head. "It's no problem at all! I'd be happy to show you the ropes." Her eyes tracked Victoria's ample body as she got out of the tub, her cock coming to attention. She stayed in the tub a little longer, doing what she could to avoid making it awkward for her friend. "Clothes sound good too. Your outfits are so smooth and tailored, it'd be nice to have some like that on my own. But with pockets. Can't go without those!"

She waited a beat or two till Victoria wasn't facing her, and then got out and grabbed the silk shift. It draped over her wet body, outlining it well, but with enough looseness to keep Victoria from seeing her erection. "Um... The room we have, it only has one bed. Do you want me to sleep on the floor? I can make myself comfortable, no trouble."
 
"Oh don't be silly, we can share the bed. It's certainly large enough to accommodate us both."

Victoria pulled a couple linen towels from a shelf, offering one to Lonnie before seeing she'd already donned her sleep wear. She raised a brow. "Are you sure you wouldn't like to dry off first?" She placed the spare towel on a nearby table and began wiping herself down, propping a foot up on the tub to reach her lower legs. When she was dry she tossed the towel in a basket in the corner, slipped on her shift, then headed back into their room to prepare the bed.
 
"Water's just water! It'll wick off in time," she replied, while trying to simultaneously give Victoria proper attention without too much improper attention. Lonnie followed her back to the bedroom, her mind at war with itself-on one end, the lustful thoughts asking her to ravage her new friend, right then and there. And on the other, her knowledge that Victoria was her friend, and her friend who was not comfortable with sexual escapades, so she most certainly should NOT be fucked in a hallway.

She almost walked past the door, catching herself at the last minute. Inside, she kept her shift on. "Do you normally wear bedclothes?" Lonnie asked. "I generally sleep naked, but I can accommodate if you'd like me to."
 
Victoria pulled back the blankets, loosening the sheets where they’ve been tightly tucked beneath the mattress, then split the pillows into two equal piles.

She nodded. “I do, but you may do whatever makes you most comfortable.” Trying to not think about sleeping next to a nude Lonnie, she crossed the room and picked up one of the candles burning on the window sill. She brought it back to the bed and sat down, whispering a brief prayer. With her thumb she gathered some of the melted wax and smeared a line onto the bed frame, finishing the rite. She looked at Lonnie and shrugged with a grin. “Another habit I haven’t shaken yet, though I think I’d like to keep this one.”
 
Lonnie smiled. "That one doesn't seem so bad. A little peace and safety doesn't go amiss," she said, then stripped out of the shift. She snuggled into the blankets, and whispered "Thank you, Victoria. I really appreciate everything you've done for me."

She rolled over a bit, so her back was to the noblewoman and her cock wasn't, and curled in tight. She mussed and wriggled for a little, her hair getting in the way of her rest, then muttered "Okay, this goes for now," and her hair shrank to only an inch. With that sorted, she yawned, and within mere minutes was asleep.
 
"You're welcome Lonnie," Victoria said softly. "And thank you, for saving my life."

She blew out the candle and crawled under the covers, finding the pillows more comfortable than her satin-wrapped ones back home. A deep, restful sleep followed, until warm sunlight across her face rudely woke her. She rolled over and away from the light, not wanting to get up, but remembering the busy day ahead kept her from sinking back into the mattress. Carefully she folded the blanket off of her and trudged out of the bed, not wanting to stir Lonnie just yet if she wasn't already awake. That was the best sleep she'd had in months. Mornings in Rosemere were never this peaceful; it was as if her servants knew precisely the moment when she stepped out of bed, ready to rush into her chambers with news of foreign affairs or courtly issues.

Quietly she shuffled over to the drawers where she stashed her clothes and pulled out the bottom one, finding a modest dress of olive green and white trim. It was far less luxurious than her typical wear, but it was without all the complicated lace and straps that she did not want to bother with today. She shouldered off her shift, and slipped on the dress, then came to the realization that it did not fit quite as well as she remembered. It had been a few years since she'd bought it, and with all her recent travels taking her to cities with the most wonderful cuisines, it should not have surprised her that she'd outgrown her old attire. At least it still clung to her curves flatteringly. The only problem came with the plunging neckline and how little it covered. Gods, she knew she'd grown over the years, but not to what extent. Even with the front laced tightly, she could not quite maneuver the material to contain her breasts. If one went in, the other spilled out treacherously.

It took a great deal of effort and experimentation to finally corral her bust, but surely any sudden movement would risk an untimely slip. No running or jumping for her today, that much was certain. Still, she examined herself in the mirror and decided she quite liked the look. The earthy green of the dyed cotton complimented her tan skin beautifully. She smiled, satisfied, then walked over to Lonnie's side of the bed. She squatted down and--after adjusting her dress--gently nudged the girl's shoulder, whispering serenely. "Wake up, my dear. We have many things to do today."
 
With a yawn, Lonnie stretched and awoke. "Morning!" she chirped, and her eyes went wide. "Wow... You look amazing!" she added as she sat up, the blankets bunching around her midriff. "Your dress reminds me of leaves."

She sat patiently for a few moments, to give Victoria a chance to look the other way, and got out of bed. Her nude body was on display for just a minute while she got her clothes back on, and Lonnie then went for the mirror. "Victoria," she asked, "is there anything you'd like me to do with my appearance? I like the longer hair, just not for sleep, but I feel like I should really put some effort in, what with how you look. Any fashion tips from the city?"
 
"Why, thank you dear!" Victoria said, glimpsing Lonnie's nude upper torso before turning to honor the girl her modesty, blushing. She couldn't quite shake the image of the changeling's rosy nipples from her mind, no matter how hard she tried. It would be more difficult getting used to her openness than Victoria had thought. At Lonnie's questions, she noted with relief the woman's fully dressed state and joined her at the mirror, standing behind with arms crossed, contemplative. Even the light press of her forearm caused her breasts to nearly dislodge from her gown and quickly covered her chest in mortification. Holding them down with one hand, Victoria pulled her neckline up with the other, then addressed Lonnie again.

"I think you look perfect, just how you are," she replied after a moment, then gently brushed her hand across Lonnie's shortened hair, giggling. "Though I do agree, the longer length suits you better. How about I braid it for you? I'll even do it in the traditional Rosemere style!" She walked back to the clothes drawer and began searching for some spare hair accessories. "As for fashion, Madame Jeanette will have far better advice than I could ever offer. She made this dress, actually. If you want something like this--or something wildly different--I'm sure she'll be more than happy to fulfill your request." Victoria pulled out a handful of clips and pins, a few string ties and a length of red ribbon. "This shouldn't take too long. We'll get this done, then we can eat and be on with our day."
 
"Thank you!" Lonnie said, and her hair grew at a rapid pace. She concentrated on it, to give it an autumn look, like the changing of the leaves. Her eyes shifted too, to deep blue. Her eyes alighted on Victoria's ample bosom, and she blushed just a bit as she grew her own chest. Not nearly enough to match, but enough to fill out her own dress better.

She took a seat in front of the mirror to let her friend work her magic. "Is Madame Jeanette as nice as you are? And I think a dress like that would be very nice. We can match! But maybe a few others too? Does your dress have pockets? I'd like mine to, so I can store whatever I need," Lonnie said. "Does she see a lot of business? Ooh, are we going to meet other nobles like you there?"
 
Victoria smirked at Lonnie’s flattering imitation, kneeling down behind the changeling, only partially aware of how close it put their bodies together. She hadn’t meant to on purpose, but Victoria’s bust brushed against the woman’s back as she admired the sheen and brilliance of her multicolored hair.

She leaned forward, parting the hair from the front until halfway back. “Jeanette is… eccentric. She has a certain way of doing things that most would call overbearing, or perhaps inappropriate.” Victoria pinned two braids in place, then began another. “Very touchy, you could say.”

Another few pins and clips, and she was almost done. With the last length of hair left, Victoria grabbed the ribbon and began tying. “She doesn’t only sew fabric with needle and thread, you see. For certain customers such as I, she stitches clothes using magic. But in order to do so, she has to know your every curve and groove, every bump and fold.”

She finished the knot, letting the ribbon strands fall from the elegant bow. “Once she’s mapped out your entire body, she can create whatever kind of dress your heart desires.” Victoria giggled. “Even one with pockets.” She placed her hands on Lonnie’s shoulders to admire her handiwork. The interlaced braids of autumnal hues made the changeling’s hair ever the more beautiful; like warm paints splashed across a canvas.

“We might see a few nobles, but Elend’s Bridge doesn’t see many upper crust visitors these days. Most pay for a private fitting at their manors.” Victoria shrugged. “I prefer to make the trip. Her shop is quite the sight.”
 
Her smile, undaunted by the grogginess of the early hour, grew larger and brighter as she saw what Victoria was doing with her hair. "She sounds well worth meeting. So, breakfast from the inn, then a trip to Jeanette's?" Lonnie asked. She stood, her hair flowing in an unexpected fashion compared to what she was used to. "Ooh..." she let out, and moved her head from side to side, cascades of color from the pinning and her chosen coloration weaved an almost hypnotic effect. "I've never had my hair done like this! Velguardr always kept theirs short, and if I needed it out of the way, mine was short too. This is fun!"

Lonnie quite possibly would've spent the better part of an hour just playing with her hair, but her stomach rumbled audibly. "Quiet you," she poked her belly. "Let's eat."

The downstairs of Canoe was quiet at this hour, many of its visitors still asleep. Jonathan wasn't up either, instead the manning of the bar and kitchen being helmed by one of his workers, a short and round man by the name of Herman. He was not a talkative fellow, but an excellent chef. "Good morning!" Lonnie called over, and received a silent nod back. "Got a meal for us?" Herman tapped a piece of wood with lettering on it listing what was available. "Um, Chef's Surprise sounds good! I take it that's just whatever you feel like cooking?"

Herman snorted a little in laughter and nodded. "Whatever you'd like to make for me, please," Lonnie said.
 
Victoria took a seat at a table not far from the bar, where a tall window gave a striking view of the city’s main thoroughfare. Some vendors were already setting up stalls, grunt workers rushing to haul goods out for display. When Herman noticed her, his eyes widened, redness settling on his cheeks.

Victoria grinned and waved. “Morning, Herman. I’ll have my usual. Thank you, darling.”

The man stared for a long moment, wiping the same spot on the bar with a rag until it was near polished. Finally he jostled himself back to his senses, nodding to Victoria and running off the kitchen, pots and pans clanging and clattering as he prepared the two meals.

“Sweet man, that Herman. Too shy for his own good, but I appreciate his silent admiration over Jonathan’s incessant flirtations.” Victoria looked at Lonnie, giving the changeling’s dress a quick once over. “So, aside from a dress to match mine, what other kinds would you like? Though I suppose you probably don’t know much about fashion.” Victoria smirked playfully. “No offense.”
 
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