Disclaimer: I own Charmed about as much as I own Moonlighting, and seeing as how I'm not Glenn Gordon Caron, thats not all that much.
Author's Note: I'd like to thank my reviewers, it really means a lot. Sorry for the delay, I had planned to have this up earlier, but you should be glad to know that in the time its taken me to upload this I was able to completely finish chapter four, due up sometime later this week/weekend. Now that thats over, please read and enjoy, and if you feel compelled to, leave a review telling me how much you enjoyed (or did not enjoy) the chapter.
Fable Illustrations, Swashbucklers, and White Knights
Wyatt and Chris began to drink in their surroundings for the first time since their arrival. The two were specifically focused on Penny's gown. Traditionally, Penny's garb consisted of a vibrantly colored tank, matching flip-flops, capris, and an orange and white polka-dotted canvas bag that Penny never left home without. She was also known to tie her hair back into a bun behind her head leaving her bangs free to frame her face. The two exchanged glances that were both equal parts puzzled and concerned. Not one of those things were in sight, not even Penny's 'Linus' bag, as Chris had affectionately dubbed it.
Nope, not a one was in sight. Instead, Penny wore a faint orange, quarter-sleeve dress with a square neckline that fell to her calves. The color highly complimented both her skin-tone and the brown ballet flats that adorned her feet. The neckline accentuated her bosom to perfection. It was as if the dress had been tailored to fit her exactly. It wasn't a gown so much as a dress you'd see a maiden wearing in an illustrated fable. As for her hair, well it was styled so that her sandy brown locks fell just below her shoulder blades and her bangs had been braided and pinned back to her head with a pearl-embossed clip. She looks like something the Brothers Grimm thought up. Chris thought to himself.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Wyatt asked, attempting to stifle laughter unsuccessfully. "I could as the two of you that very same question." Penny bit back. She so did not need them dissecting her outfit right now. At her last statement Chris peered down at himself. Sure enough, gone was the green and brown argyle sweater he'd opted to wear that morning. However, he was more focused on his pants, or lack there of.
Chris was mortified. What the hell am I wearing? He wondered. Those were not the khakis he'd picked upon waking. Chris was wearing brown, form-fitting trousers that stopped directly below his kneecaps. When he thought his get-up couldn't get worse he saw that where the trousers ended tights took their place. TIGHTS! He didn't seem to mind that his Nike's had been replaced by brown patent leather shoes, but the trousers and tights? I'm not a swashbuckler! He thought bitterly. The shirt wasn't much better. It was a long-sleeved, ivory colored shirt that appeared as if it had been constructed from burlap. It wasn't though; Chris found it to be quite comfortable. But that was beside the point. Penny had better have a good explanation for this or she's getting her ass kicked. Screw that, she's getting her ass kicked regardless. Chris ranted within the confines of his own mind.
Remembering Penny had included both of them in her last statement, Chris gave Wyatt a once over and found that he needed to repeat the process four more times. Chris stood with his mouth agape, gawking at Wyatt's clothing. Could metal even be considered clothing? Chris wondered. Wyatt's white and blue button down and jeans a cerulean shade of blue had dissipated into-unbelievable! Chris rolled his eyes-glistening white body armor. His costume even came complete with a sword at his side.
Drawing his sword, Wyatt's eyes glazed over. "Pfft! This measly sword has nothing on Excalibur. This may as well be a butter-knife." Wyatt mused aloud. Wyatt's anger had apparently dissipated much like his street clothes. He thought he looked snazzy. "Thank-you for that completely relevant and pressing fact, King Arthur." Chris offered as a response to his brother's earlier statement. He didn't care if it was true, that didn't make it any less grating to hear out loud. Stupid inferiority complex! It grated on Chris to see Wyatt's blindingly white grin. His grin was so blindingly white its gleam was rivaled only by Wyatt's body armor. The two looked at Penny, daring her to provide them with the explanation they'd been seeking since their arrival. The very explanation they were about to receive.
Author's Note: Sorry about the lack of explanation, but as you can tell from the ending of this chapter, it will be included in the next chapter. To those who are interested the next chapter also includes my first spell. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did writing it.