The player who was playing Delanna made a special request of Vikii during one session. Then the player explained it OC. I agreed and composed the story accordingly. So this story is not only inspired by a RP incident, it directly created a new RP incident shortly thereafter on the server.
"Oh mother I don't think this will work!" moaned S'nae. She was standing in front of the mirror, seven months pregnant, and her piper's uniform would simply not fit.
"Just be patient!" snapped Vikii.
"You just had to get into bed with him didn't you?" suggested M'randa who was leaning against the wall watching her mother try to cut and trim and pin the Piper's uniform around the bulging belly which was S'nae. "You could have waited a few more years and you would not have had this issue."
"What do you mean not had this issue?" retorted S'nae. "I'm going to be capable of having his children his entire life thanks to our lifespans."
"Yes," replied M'randa. "But he, being riven, would have been to old to care any more." She sniggered.
"You're just jealous," concluded S'nae. "I'm the first daughter to have a child. My breasts are now fully mature and larger than yours. You're still stuck with those little itty bitty babies on your chest."
"Yes, but when they mature, they will nurse Jalil's, not your little soon to be born Jaluk."
"Bitch," muttered S'nae.
"You're too old to be smacked on the mouth," grumbled Vikii. "The both of you."
She continued to cut and pin S'nae's piper's uniform.
"Mamo are you sure this will . . . ?"
"Yes!"
Melody who had been watching this entire exchange put her own two cents in.
"Really Sisi, it's obvious your mother knows what she's doing. Trust her judgement. I mean . . . She's always so beautiful! I wish she would dress me for when I ever get a date." Melody sighed.
"Just because I could dress you nicely," replied Vikii looking at Melody and smiling for the first time in an hour. "That would not mean he would appreciate it."
"Oh yeah," giggled S'nae. "Like the time when . . ."
It was another summer evening in the Tree house and the breezes rustled the leaves which made up the canopy of the main area of the flet. Upon a couch Savarre sat with his newest pet, a chicken, cooing to it and promising it that he would take it on an adventure soon. Near him, Vharaun stood overlooking the balcony practicing his sorcerous arts. Perfecting the fire ball, he had been amusing the twins with his pyrotechnic displays of fire and explosions while they jumped and cheered with cries of "Do it again, Favi!"
And in Delanna's bedroom, Vikii perfected a new outfit for her. It was almost like the one she would be wearing tonight. Delanna had insisted it should look Druidish so while Vikii's outfit was a deep black with red metallic trim along the edges of the jacket, Delanna's colors were a deep green and dark brown. Together the girls spent a few moments preparing in front of the mirror.
"Do you think he will notice?" asked Delanna. She looked at herself in the mirror.
The outfit was stunning to say the least, if not outright provocative. Green velvet pants went from just below her navel to a pair of small delicate shoes. Completely formfitting, it was topped off by an outer thong of shimmering brown outlining every single curve from her hips to her ankles. Vikii's was similar, but it didn't have a thong. Rather a tight sewing had pulled the outfit in at the crotch to give it the appearance of being nearly painted on. Above, both girls had a calimshan cut vest, open wide at the front, barely covering the breasts, and held in place by a pair of thin chains. Both vests had a pair of billowing sleeves which ran to the wrist and were buttoned by little cufflinks of mithril and gold. From the throat to a couple of inches below the naval, there was an unrestricted view of both girl's fronts, one in deep ebony, and the other a light tan.
"If he doesn't," mused Vikii, "then he's got one serious chicken problem." She paused to adjust the hem of her black calf boots. She paused . . .
Delanna looked at herself, blushed for a moment then turned to look at Vikii. "Nigh cousin," she asked. "I've never seen you in anything like this either. Why all of a sudden, no long sleeved formal and skirts? Why are you now all in form fitting, body revealing outfitting."
"I've got someone to show off too," replied Vikii with a smile. "And I haven't had such an appreciative audience in all my life."
The two paused to giggle.
"Now," continued Vikii. "Let's see that little hip slink I've been training you to do." She stepped back and looked at Delanna.
Delanna tried two steps and burst into giggles.
"Try again," suggested Vikii patiently.
Delanna tried another step swinging her hip out and then lost it as she giggled, blushed, dipped her body, and covered her face in her hands. "I just can't DO that," she squeezed out between titters.
Vikii sighed. "You're too dignified, dear," she said with her fisted hands on her hips. "Well then, let's 'pow' the boys."
Vikii slinked and Delanna glided into the main living part of the flet. Vharaun's eyes widened at Vikii's greeting and took a deep breath.
"Hi darling," cooed Vikii. She had her arms back behind her, her shoulders thrown back, and when she took a deep breath, the chains holding the vest in front strained with the tension.
"That is utterly . . ." gasped Vharaun.
Vikii smiled threw her arms around her husband and nibbled on his neck before she kissed him.
"Hello Savi," said Delanna trying to imitate Vikii's posture just the second before.
"Hi," replied Savarre. He looked up.
"Saucy outfit, Vikii," he offered. He looked at Delanna.
Delanna smiled.
"Nice hair, Delanna," he offered. He then returned his gaze to his chicken.
Delanna's features fell several stories screaming all the way before coming to a hard smack and crunch upon the stone pavement beneath. She fiddled with her ring in front and sighed. Had Vharaun noticed, between the kisses he was receiving, Vikii was likewise playing with a small ring on her left pinkie finger as well.
"He didn't notice again!" wailed Delanna's thought.
"Yes," answered Vikii's thought.
"I'm tired of this," continued Delanna thinking to Vikii. She walked over to the couch, crossed her arms, and sat down pouting. "I've tried and tried and tried. We've designed dresses together. He always says you're dressed nice, but never me! And tonight we're practically wearing the same thing! Vikii, I'm going to get even with him. I'm tired of this fop thinking I can't dress nicely. He compliments you all the time, and yet when you put something on me that he likes on you, he STILL doesn't notice."
"Well dear," mused Vikii between kisses. "What do you propose."
"Vikii," continued Delith's thoughts. "I want . . . the twins."
Had the girls been performing this scene in a play, the music in the orchestra pit would have taken a very sinister tone in a minor key.
Vrinn was still kissing Vikii and Savarre was still petting his chicken - whom was a cursed human who's revelations as to his real heritage would shortly break Savarre's heart. But for the moment, Bartok, the master mage and assassin, was being fed and feted and he felt no real need to reveal the truth to Savarre just yet. That would come later, after Bobo had discovered there was something small, fowl, and nicely edible in the tree house. From all outward appearances, it looked like two elves and two drow being domestic and quiet. No real indication of the rapidity of the girl's thoughts was shown. So five minutes later, when Vikii proposed that Delanna help her with a tea, Vharaun merely sighed and returned to playing with the twins while Savarre chuckled and beamed as he threw bread crumbs to Bartok, the world's most powerful chicken.
Making tea the proper way takes a while. Water has to be boiled, creme put into a small pitcher, honey into a small pot, and you can't have a proper tea without cakes or biscuits. So shortly afterwards, his spell energies exhausted, Vharaun informed the twins that the game was over and in spite of their complaints, he walked over to the couch and stretched himself out on it.
"I can't believe how lovely a matron mother I've got," he mused.
"I can't believe how lovely a chicken I've got," replied Savarre.
Bartok clucked in an amused and slightly sinister fashion. Then he decided he had best get out of the reach of the twins, who were looking at him rather intently. Leaping into Savarre's lap, much the delight of Savarre, he settled down.
The twins approached, and Savarre gave them a look which suggested he could be just as vicious as Vikii when it came to punishments.
"Led's ged chickee lader," suggested M'randa to R'seria quietly.
"Ok," agreed R'seria.
The twins retreated to plot.
"No one will hurt you my chicken," whispered Savarre to Bartok. "I will protect you with my life."
"This is beginning to sound indecent," thought Bartok to himself. He ruffled his feathers.
Vikii came back out with a tray filled with cups, saucers, a tea pot, strainers, and jug of hot water. Delanna came out with a tray laden with honey cakes, strawberry cakes, cinnamon buns, and peach tarts.
"Tea time," sang Vikii.
"Peach tarts!" cried Savarre. He reached for one.
Delanna batted his hand nervously.
"Not that one," said Vikii giggling. "The one which has the S carved into it. See?"
"S?" asked Savarre. He looked. Sure enough, there were two tarts which had an D heart S carved into the top crust as there were two which had a V heart V carved into them.
"You are so," chuckled Vharaun looking at Vikii. He took one of the V tarts.
"We definitely have it made," agreed Savarre. "A lovely feathered chicken, and a pretty Delanna with flawless skin and perfect hair, and you with Vikii, the sauciest Priestess in all of the Karen."
"Do you think with all his compliments on my skin and hair, and none on my clothes, no matter how hard I try, he's trying to tell me he prefers me naked?" mused Delanna's thought to Vikii.
"Could be," Vikii's thoughts flashed back. "Males are strange that way. We work our little hinies off to dress pretty for them and they prefer we not even dress."
Delanna set her tea and cinnamon bun down and walked away to get a basket of garments and dyes.
"Working on your wardrobe?" asked Vikii to Delanna.
"Yes," she answered.
"Mimi? Rhorho?" she called. "Come help Anadel!"
Vikii served Savarre his tea, and then a cup to Vharaun.
Savarre sat and ate his tarts and sipped his tea. Vikii stood behind him and looked down at him. There was a narrowing of her eyes and thin slightly cruel and smug smile upon her features. As Vharaun looked up at her, his eyes widened. As he opened his mouth to speak, Vikii knowing his thoughts, put her finger to her mouth and pantomimed a hush. Vharaun remained amazed and unsettled, but likewise quiet. He, like all drow, knew that look, the look of a Matron Mother who had just struck a fatal blow. But for the life of him, the idea that Vikii had just done something horrible to Savarre remained entirely alien.
Vikii's twins scurried over to 'Anadel'.
"Girls?" asked Delanna. "How would you like to help me dye these clothes, fuscia?"
"How do you dye?" asked R'seria.
"You ged bid by monsder," answered M'randa. "Dummy!"
R'seria stuck her tongue out at M'randa who replied with a tongue and raspberry.
"Girls?" suggested Delith.
The twins immediately became calm and placid and looked up at their Anadal as if to thank her once again for saving them from being anything other than perfect angels of childhood innocence.
Vikii observed this all with frank amazement and wonder.
Savarre sat back in the couch and closed his eyes in relaxation.
"Well girls," continued Delanna. "You dye clothing like this . . ." With skill and patience, she began to explain the process to the girls, showing them each step while they soaked up the education like a sponge, having no idea that they were learning a useful skill in the midst of their fun with Anadel.
Vikii, with her tea, sat down next to Vharaun. Savarre worked his way further into the couch.
"Most excellent tea and tarts," he said with a sigh.
"Special recipe," replied Vikii.
Delanna smiled to herself.
Vharaun finished his tarts, somewhat nervously and looked at Vikii. She looked at him, her eyes filled with love and affection and he relaxed. For some reasons or other, that always calmed him. He finished his tea and Vikii snuggled up closer to him and clasped his hand, holding it in her lap.
Meanwhile the twins were now putting bits of cloth into bowls of dye, while taking dye soaked sponges and 'painting' bits of leather and armor. Delanna in particular seemed anxious that the girls master the dying of leather laces. They did that over and over again, always in fuscia.
Vikii watched the process. Vharaun settled down with Vikii's head on his shoulder, and Savarre yawned once and snuggled even more deeply into the couch. Vrinn felt content. The tea was warm, the cakes were sweet, he had a beautiful woman on his shoulder . . . who had just commenced nibbling at his neck . . . and the girls were being perfectly behaved. Life was good.
Vikii was kissing his neck now . . . he had a suspicion where this was going to end.
"Darling," she whispered. "I love you desperately."
"I'm a taken man, Vikii," replied Savarre sleepily.
"NOT YOU!"
Vikii leaned over Vharaun's lap, giving him perfect view of how her pants outlined the curves of her backside and thighs, while she smacked Savarre on the head with her open palm. Bartok took off and flew to a nearby roost on top of a branch. Vharaun took advantage of the fact that all eyes were upon Savarre's hair being batted to steal a surreptitious pat himself.
"Beast!" snapped Vikii.
"Not the hair!" cried Savarre between yawns.
"Yes, Vikii," replied Delanna quietly and with a slight mischievous smile. "Not his hair. You Know How Much He Values His Hair."
Vikii paused, still leaning across Vharaun's lap and looked at Delanna. "Yes," she agreed. "It would be tragic if something were to happen to his hair."
"Yes," mused Savarre, his eyes closed and his yawns frequent. "So . . . tragi . . . c." He fell asleep.
Vikii sat up, straddled Vharaun's lap and looked into his eyes. Vharaun noticed that her gaze was deep, open, wide, dark, and furnished with bedroom furniture.
"Life is definitely good!" he though to himself. "Well dear," he sighed. "I think I'm going to get out of this adventure gear and into something a bit more loose, flowing, and cool."
"Let me help you," she responded with a deep and rich purr in her voice.
The two departed, while Delanna watched them leave hand in hand.
Savarre was sound asleep, a smile on his face. "My chicken," he said in his sleep.
The twins were busy dying everything they could get their hands on, and Delanna noticed they were just about out of stuff they could get their hands on. Savarre was in their full view.
"Well, darlings," whispered Delanna to M'randa and R'seria. "Anadel is going to take a walk through the forest. You'll finish your job won't you?"
Bartock, from his rafter, decided he needed a higher perch.
"Uh huh?" assured the twins.
Delanna got up and started to walk out.
"Isn't Savi's hair pretty?" she mused out loud to herself. She looked back at the twins. They looked at her wide eyed, their white silvery hair tousled and curly. She departed.
The twins quickly finished dying the leather laces. A great pile of them, now all fuscia, were upon the floor.
"Mamo make noise again with Favi," observed R'seria, listening to muffled noises coming from the bedroom. Evidently Vikii was very much enjoying herself.
"Anadel says dad's because 'cause Mamo love Favi," explained M'randa.
"Mamo loves us and she dond make noise," replied R'seria.
"Cept when she yells ad us," sighed M'randa. "And when id's always your fauld doo."
"Is nod," answered Rhorho.
"Is doo," replied Mimi.
"Is nod!"
"Is doo!"
"Come to me my chicken, adventure!" snored Savarre.
The twins suddenly remembered Savarre.
"Noding do dye no more," sighed Rhorho.
"Cepd Unkasavi," agreed M'randa.
"Unkasavi dickle us dis morning," observed Rhorho.
"This should be amusing to watch," thought Bartok up in the tree. "If I can just be quiet so they won't notice me, I'll have quite an entertaining upcoming few minutes.
Below, the shadows of advancing drowling dye stained hands, sponges, and bowls of fuscia dye grew distinct and larger upon Savarre's face.
An hour later (and after two more periods in which the cries of "Goddess! Yes! Darling! My Vharaun!" had been heard from her door muffled voice) Vikii walked out into the living area in her white spider silk gown and very relaxed features upon her face. The twins were playing with the leather laces, having figured out how to make hangman's nooses with them, and happily hanging their dolls.
They looked up at their mother and blushed. She looked at Savarre and smiled.
"Come to your bedroom Mimirhorho," she said. "Now!"
Cringing, the twins obeyed. Placed in front, they were marched to their bedroom and made to stand in front of Vikii as she stood over them imperiously. Reaching from a high shelf, she took down a well used and worn cat-o-nine tails.
"You dyed Savarre's hair didn't you?" she said accusingly.
The twins were silent for a moment.
"Id was all Rhorho's fauld!" sniffled M'randa.
"Was nod!" cried Rhorho.
"Silence!" snapped Vikii.
The girls remained shivering and sniffling.
"No blood was drawn," pronounced Vikii. "So there will be no flogging."
The twins waited, still trembling.
"But tomorrow?" announced Vikii. "You will get none of Anadel's special asparagus casserole." She turned, put the cat-o-nine tails back on the shelf, closed the door, and walked down the hall.
The twins looked at each other baffled while they got ready for bed.
"I don like Anadel's spergus," said Rhorho.
"I don eider," agreed M'randa.
"Mamo make us ead id every dime Anadel serve id," continued Rhorho.
"And whip us if we dond," agreed Mimi.
"Why Mamo do dad?" asked Rhorho.
"Mamo always silly afder making noise wid Favi," suggested Mimi.
Rhorho likewise agreed that this was the only logical explanation.
Clutching their mostly mangled spider plush fuzzy toys, the two twins fell asleep in their beds.
Delanna returned, saw the damage, and smiled to herself. "Vengeance is sweet," she mused. She retired to her bedroom after dousing the lights.
Eventually, Savarre woke up in a darkened tree house. The moon had set and the forest was almost as dark as the inside of a cave. "How odd," he thought. "And I must have sweated all the tea out, my scalp feels damp." He felt his way to the bedroom, undressed, and slipped into bed. It wasn't until next morning that he saw himself in the mirror.
It is said that the wailing cry of despair could be heard to the walls of Beldin, twenty miles distant.