Taarie and Endarie both ceased their chatter as Kuja dragged a reluctant Lightning into the store. Rikke, Sephiroth and Terra followed them in, quite intrigued to see how Kuja's little shopping trip would go with the reluctant warrior. Cosmos preferred to stay in the Temple of the Divines instead of going to Radiant Raiment with the others. Once of those reasons was that she wanted to see if she could communicate with the Eight in the temple to erect barriers around Tamriel to try and protect the citizens from Chaos, should Garland actually succeed in summoning him. She also wasn't fond of being around an unamused Lightning, the goddess knew that it could only lead to trouble. The two elven sisters weren't in a good mood, Kuja could tell by their bored and irritable expressions. Though he had gotten the impression from the citizens of Solitude that the two of them were never in a good mood.
"Ah Kuja, good to see you again. You have no idea how long we've waited for someone who understands the need to look good again. These people are barbarians." Endarie said and the mage smiled.
"It's good to see you two again as well." Kuja replied.
"Is this the new candidate for High Queen?" Taarie inquired.
"Yes, this is Lightning." Kuja responded and gently pushed her towards the two elves.
"Kuja, do we have to do this?" Lightning asked.
"You've worn a dress before, Light. It didn't kill you, did it?" Terra questioned and crossed her arms with a smug smile on her face. The rose haired woman sighed and shook her head.
"No, it didn't." Lightning answered and Sephiroth smiled.
"And you looked very beautiful too." He commented.
"Isn't that sweet?" Taarie said and leant up against the wooden bar.
"He has to say that, he's my husband." Lightning replied. Sephiroth placed his arm around her waist and kissed her hair with a chuckle.
"Don't assume that I'm only saying certain things because I have to. I have a brain and free will, you know." Sephiroth remarked and Lightning chuckled.
"I do know. I'm just teasing you." She replied and Sephiroth rolled his eyes at her.
"Can we move this along? We have a lot to worry about other than what to wear to a party." Rikke stated and Lightning nodded.
"I agree with Rikke." Lightning replied.
"The party is planned to be two weeks away. We're fine for time." Kuja rebutted.
"Do you still have your wedding dress?" Terra asked.
"Yeah, why?" Lightning questioned in reply.
"Maybe we can use that as a starting point?" The green haired mage asked the two high elves. The sisters looked at each other and then looked at Kuja. He gave them a nod and Endarie shrugged one of her shoulders.
"Well, it's better than starting this blind." Endarie replied.
"Besides, it will be interesting working with her... unique hair colour. I don't even know what colours would suit it." Taarie drawled and her sister chuckled. Lightning looked at Kuja and he noticed the angry reluctance in her eyes. He knew that she wasn't looking forward to this.
"Don't look at me like that. You're not getting out of this." Kuja replied and Lightning frowned.
"Come on then, come this way." Endarie said and led the pink haired soldier into the room behind the counter.
"I hope this won't take long." Rikke announced.
"Trust me, this will take a while." Kuja replied. Both the Listener and the Legate groaned as Taarie laughed at their reaction.
"Choosing the right outfit is never easy, in fact it's very time consuming." The elf drawled. Sephiroth and Rikke both huffed as Terra wandered over towards Kuja's side.
"Knowing Lightning, she'll want to leave just as much as you two do, if not more. So suck it up." Terra said looking back at the Listener and the Legate.
"She has a point." Sephiroth commented and Rikke nodded.
"Taarie, can you come here please? I'm having trouble with the buckles." Endarie called and Taarie excused herself before going to help her sister with removing the l'Cie's armour. A few minutes later, the elves emerged with Lightning between them. Endarie stayed behind the counter as Taarie stood next to Kuja.
"You were right, she does look beautiful." Rikke said as Sephiroth walked over to his wife.
"I told you so." He said and she gave his arm a prod.
"I remember this dress. Don't you, Endarie?" Taarie asked her sister as the flamboyant mage inspected the dress.
"Yes, I do. I also remember the man who bought it. Rough looking fellow, Thieves' Guild armour. He mentioned something about a wedding with that impossible drawl he calls speech." Endarie replied.
"That's Delvin. What was he doing here buying a dress?" Sephiroth inquired.
"Babette organised it." Terra responded.
"Of course she did." Sephiroth replied with a slow nod.
"I do like white on her." Kuja said and the elves agreed with him.
"We'll just try to keep her out of combat whilst wearing a white dress then." Rikke commented with a laugh and Lightning smiled at her words.
"That's a wise decision." Terra added.
"I think so too." Lightning replied.
"White does suit her." Taarie said.
"So does the gold and the silvery steel." Endarie added and the clothing merchants gave each other a synchronised nod.
"Shall we try a cream or a black?" Kuja asked as he studied her rose colour.
"I'm afraid there isn't anything nice in black. Though I think there's a cream gown here somewhere..." Endarie replied and she began to rummage through the cupboard behind her. Taarie leant up against the counter and stared at Terra's emerald ringlets with curiosity. Her eyes then moved to Sephiroth's silvery hair and Kuja's lavender waves. She pushed all of her curious thoughts out her head as Sephiroth and Terra began their own conversation regarding the poison of choice.
"I still don't see why I can't just wear armour." Lightning said with a shrug. Kuja rolled his eyes and shook his head. He couldn't understand why the woman couldn't just humour him, just once.
"You need to show that your strength is not just in your sword arm and in your armour, but that it is in that head and heart of yours. Isn't that right, Rikke?" Kuja asked the Legate, hoping that she would help him. The nord stepped forward with a nod.
"Yes, being a leader is more than just being a military strategist or a warrior." She replied.
"Then shouldn't you be helping me become a better leader instead of playing dress up?" Lightning questioned. Terra and Sephiroth's conversation ceased as Lightning crossed her arms.
"All in good time." Kuja answered with a flick of his hair. Poor Rikke was slapped in the face by it and she spat out the strands that flew into her mouth as she went to speak.
"I would greatly appreciate it if you kept your hair away from my mouth. I'd prefer not to choke on it." She said. Terra laughed and Sephiroth cracked a small smile as Rikke glared at Kuja. Taarie shook her head with a chuckle as Endarie continued to search for the elusive cream gown. Her eyes lit up as she pulled the dress out of a drawer and held it up triumphantly.
"I found it!" She announced and Kuja quickly examined the dress before nodding to the elves. Sephiroth and Lightning both looked at each other with the same bored expression painting their faces.
"I like the colour." Terra said and Rikke nodded in agreement.
"Come on then, try this on." Endarie said and led Lightning back behind the wooden door.
"How much longer should this take?" Sephiroth asked.
"Hopefully this one is the last." Rikke replied and Kuja rolled his eyes. Taarie clicked her tongue and shook her head in disappointment.
"They just don't understand the time it takes to look good." Taarie drawled.
"I know, it's a shame really. Pretty much all of a first impression is made on looks alone." Kuja replied, sneering at the Listener and the Legate. There was a dangerous glint in Sephiroth's eyes as he crossed his arms.
"You think I don't know that? I've been in the public eye for the majority of my military career. Don't start with me about the importance of first impressions." Sephiroth snapped and Taarie pursed her lips before letting out a small chuckle.
"Well, someone's cranky." Taarie commented.
"I don't blame him. Lightning's probably feeling the same way." Rikke replied.
"All I know is she's not happy." Terra added as Lightning and Endarie emerged from the room.
"The cream is a nice colour on her." Endarie said.
"Though that's about it. The dress doesn't fit her at all, it's too big." Taarie replied. It was indeed big on the l'Cie. The sleeves were a little too long and very baggy around her forearms. It was also too long for her, the fabric pooled itself around her feet. The dress was very simple, there weren't any decorations on the fabric.
"It doesn't fit her because she's too short." Sephiroth said with a smirk and Terra began to chuckle. Lightning crossed her arms and glared at him as Endarie walked towards her sister.
"Very funny, Sephiroth." Lightning replied.
"No, it's because the dress wasn't made for someone of her stature. The client who requested this gown changed her mind. She was a lot taller and... fuller in figure than her." Endarie rebutted.
"I do like the colour... But it's a little plain." Kuja thought aloud.
"And big. It completely drowns you Light!" Terra exclaimed with a laugh. Lightning tried to walk in the dress but didn't end up getting far as her feet kept getting tangled in the fabric. Rikke smiled when Lightning got impatient and picked up the dress before walking towards her husband.
"I know it does, don't you think I know that?" Lightning questioned as she dropped the fabric and brushed her hair away from her eyes.
"Can you alter it to fit her?" Kuja asked the elves.
"Of course. We could also embroider it for you, if you believe it is too plain." Endarie replied.
"That sounds good. I think that if we use enough gold it shouldn't need much embroidery." Kuja said.
"But my armour is mostly silver. Wouldn't too much gold clash with it?" Lightning inquired.
"I agree with her. I think the gold would be a bit too much." Terra added with an unsure smile. Sephiroth chuckled as Kuja's face dropped. He couldn't believe that Lightning, of all people in the room, questioned his judgement on something as trivial as a dress.
"Careful, I wouldn't laugh if I were you..." Rikke warned, remembering what had happened to Kefka the last time he laughed at Kuja. The mage had been brushing his hair and the harlequin made a joke about it and began to cackle. This had angered Kuja and after seeing a battered and singed Kefka emerge from the hallway to stand in the doorway of the strategy room, Rikke had decided to try and stay in Kuja's good graces. She didn't want to end up like the mad mage did on that interesting afternoon.
"It doesn't mean that I can't find it a little amusing. It's probably the most interesting thing to happen right now." Sephiroth replied.
"At least you're not the one that Kuja is using as a living dress up doll." Lightning remarked, making her husband chuckle.
"That's true. It must be woe to be you." Sephiroth said with a smile and she glared at him.
"Do you have something similar in white then?" Kuja questioned, completely ignoring the assassin.
"I don't remember... Do we?" Endarie asked her sister.
"I don't think so... I do remember seeing a bolt white silk, but I'm not sure about a dress." Taarie replied uncertainly.
"Can't I just wear an armoured dress and be done with it?" Lightning asked as she picked up the dress again to walk towards Kuja.
"That's not a bad idea." Rikke commented after a few seconds of thought.
"Would you complain if I said you could?" Kuja asked the rose haired woman.
"No." Lightning replied.
"Alright then, we'll go from there. I wish you would've suggested this sooner, it would've saved us time." Kuja said. Lightning glared at him and crossed her arms.
"I would've thought that the great Kuja could've thought of that himself." Terra replied. Lightning's stern glare lightened as she smiled and the lavender haired mage huffed as he put his hands on his hips. The sisters smiled at each other with amusement as Kuja wandered over towards the counter.
"Is it possible to do?" Kuja asked.
"Of course, we'd just need to collaborate with Beirand for the armour part. With the civil war over, he might be eager for a little more work." Taarie replied.
"You'd need to ensure that the armour part is something Beirand can actually make though." Endarie added.
"You know what, I'll go get him. Don't have too much fun without me." Taarie said as she headed towards the door.
"Don't worry, we won't." Endarie drawled as her sister left the store. Rikke sighed with boredom as silence enveloped the room. Terra sat down on a small table and crossed her legs before smiling unsurely. Sephiroth leant against a wall and folded his arms, his gaze drifted over towards his wife as she pulled the fallen sleeve back onto her shoulder.
"That really is much too big for you." Taarie commented as Lightning pushed the baggy cream material up to her elbows.
"Go on and get out of the dress." The elf said and the sleeves on the dress fell down again as Lightning picked up the skirts and walked back into the other room.
"I hope this doesn't take any longer, we still have work to do." Rikke muttered.
"The only thing we need to do is find alcohol strong enough to mask any foul tastes the poison will have." Sephiroth said.
"But what about the poison though? How will I make it?" Terra asked the assassin.
"Easy, just sit my feathers into some water and it will draw out the toxins in them." Sephiroth replied.
"Then can I pluck a few feathers?" Terra questioned with an unsure, yet falsely innocent smile. The one-winged angel crossed his arms with distaste. Kuja winced as he imagined the sting Sephiroth would've experienced when the esperkin mentioned the word 'pluck'.
"No, you cannot. I've put my foot down with Babette and I won't allow you to either. You can wait for them to fall like she has to now." Sephiroth answered.
"I imagine it hurts then." Kuja said.
"That and I'm not fond of my wing going bald due to Terra and Babette's interest in my feathers' alchemical properties." Sephiroth replied as he glared at Terra.
The door opened and the high elf led the blacksmith into the clothes shop as Taarie headed back to the counter and Lightning joined the others.
"What's this about a custom order?" Beirand asked.
"It's about an armoured dress for Lightning." Kuja replied and gestured to her.
"An odd request but it can be done. What did you have in mind?" Beirand questioned.
"Since it was your idea, you go ahead and tell him what you envisioned." Kuja said, it was clear that not having his say in her outfit choice annoyed him. This took Lightning by surprise, she didn't expect the graceful glider to say something like that.
"That's unlike you." Rikke commented as Kuja walked to stand beside her.
"Would it be possible to use different materials to create something similar to the glass armour?" She questioned.
"Of course. What did you have in mind?" Beirand asked in reply.
"Steel and malachite with gold trimming. Like this." She replied and pulled out Gagnrad. The blacksmith ran his fingers across the golden markings on the emerald metal.
"This... This is beautiful. Where did you find this?" He asked as his awed eyes wandered over the blade's jagged teeth and shimmering surface.
"It belongs to Odin, my Eidolon." Lightning replied a little sadly. Seeing the blades outside of battle flooded her mind with nostalgia. She didn't want to admit it out loud but she deeply missed her Eidolon. Even though the warrior knew she was more than capable in battle, she dwelled on the memories of how she felt when Odin fought by her side. Lightning closed her eyes as she remembered the feeling of protection and guidance that came over her whenever she fought beside him. She let a smile tug at her lips as the feeling swelled inside of her again. Sephiroth placed his hand on her shoulder and she opened her eyes before she placed the swords away.
"I can do that for you, no problems." Beirand said.
"How soon can you get that done?" Kuja inquired.
"The armour can be done in a few days." The blacksmith responded.
"The entire piece will need at least another two days to be completed." Endarie added.
"Great. Now about payment?" Kuja asked.
"After the piece is complete." Taarie replied.
"I'm guessing we'll talk about that later then. Thank you all and we'll keep in touch." Kuja said and the group said their thank you's and goodbyes before heading back up to Castle Dour.
As soon as they got through the door, Rikke, Lightning and Kuja wandered into the strategy room to begin their discussion on the acquisition of alcohol for their scheme. Terra walked up to Sephiroth and smiled sweetly. He knew exactly what she wanted. He unfurled his wing and glared at Terra as her hand went to reach for a feather.
"If you even touch my wing, I'll split you in half." He warned and she lowered her hand.
"Understood." She replied and he headed into the strategy room with Terra following him in.
"Does anyone know what kind of alcohol we are going to use?" Rikke asked. A blanket of silence draped itself over the group as everyone thought of an idea. Suddenly, it came to Lightning. She remembered the strong liquor that Sanguine had used in the drinking contest.
"I don't remember what it's called, but Sanguine used this... stuff in the drinking contest. After three tankards of those, I was completely out of it and I had no idea what I was doing. Maybe that is the kind of drink we need?" She asked. Terra eyed Sephiroth's wing with suspense, impatiently waiting for a feather to fall.
"It sounds promising, but how would we get a hold of it? We don't know where he is." Sephiroth said.
"Morvunskar. There's a portal there to some kind of outdoor drinking party." Lightning replied.
"Or, we can ask Sheogorath. He might know." Kuja added. Rikke leant on the wooden table and sighed.
"How you two ended up being Daedric champions, I don't know." She said with a shake of her head and Terra laughed at the Legate's words.
"I guess it was a case of wrong place, wrong time." Terra replied with a smile.
"More like bad decisions at the wrong times." Kuja rebutted.
"That's more like it." Lightning added with a laugh.
"Regardless of which Prince we ask, we need that alcohol." Rikke stated and banged her fist against the table.
"We should try the Pelagius Wing first, considering it is the closest to Castle Dour." Kuja said.
"Alright, let's go. We don't want to waste any time." The Legate replied. Sephiroth's wing twitched as he moved away from the wall. A lone feather fell and Terra picked it up from the ground with a smile and a small, ecstatic; "Yes!" Kuja smiled at Terra's enthusiasm as Sephiroth folded his wing away.
"We'll be right back, you go ahead and... do whatever you need to do with the feather. We'll be in the Blue Palace if you need us." Kuja said and led the other three members of the group out of Castle Dour.
Terra brought the feather over to the alchemy table and filled a bowl with water. She placed the black feather into the bowl and watched the transparent liquid swirl with darkness. She stared at it with curiosity as the liquid got darker. She wondered just how much poisoned water she could make with the one feather, so she poured the dark liquid into an empty bottle before filling the bowl again and placing the feather in it, watching the crystalline liquid turn dark again. The door behind her swung open and she turned around to find Hadvar leaning against the door, trying to catch his breath.
"Hadvar! Are you alright?" Terra asked as she hurried over to his side.
"Garland... he has Sigmund." He replied.
"We know that." She commented with a bemused smile. The legionnaire caught his breath and walked over towards a bench and sat down.
"No, Sigmund escaped and got caught again."
"He what?!"
"He escaped. I found him on the way to Falkreath. I was lucky enough to escape, Sigmund however, wasn't so lucky. He was caught again."
"Okay, just rest here. The others will be back soon. You can tell them what happened then." Terra said and patted him on the shoulder.
"I hope that we can rescue Sigmund before Garland uses him to execute his plan." Hadvar sighed with a sad smile.
"Me too." Terra replied.
Kuja turned the key in the lock of the Pelagius Wing and pushed open the door. He turned his nose up and groaned in disgust as he stepped into the dusty room. Rikke couldn't believe the amount of cobwebs and dust bunnies in the room. Sephiroth looked at the room and just hoped that he wouldn't walk into a cobweb, it would take forever to remove the silvery web from his hair. Lightning couldn't believe the amount of dirt in that one wing compared to the cleanliness of the rest of the palace.
"Ah. Dirty, dusty and cold. Just like I remember it." Kuja muttered as the corner of his mouth turned up.
"You found him in here?" Sephiroth asked with distaste.
"Yes, follow me." Kuja replied and led them through the hallway.
"Why are we stopping?" Rikke questioned as Kuja stopped in the middle of the hallway.
"Sheogorath? Are you here?" Kuja called and Rikke crossed her arms, frustrated that he didn't answer her question.
"Kuja, do you really think that a Daedric Prince has nothing better to do than wait for you to beckon to them?" Lightning asked.
"Well, it is Sheogorath. He's... not like the others." Rikke replied with a shrug.
"That he is not." Kuja added and then continued to call out to the prince of madness.
Just as Kuja was about to give up, a wedge of goat's cheese fell from above.
"Did you just see that?" Sephiroth asked the group as he pointed to the cheese. Rikke raised an eyebrow and looked at Kuja, knowing that he had the Wabbajack, even though she had no idea what the staff's name was or what it was fully capably of.
"It wasn't me." Kuja replied and held his hands up to show that the staff was not in his hands.
"If it wasn't you, then who was it?" Lightning questioned. They all looked at each other as another wedge of cheese dropped from the ceiling.
"This is becoming very weird." Sephiroth commented as a cheese wheel rolled itself into the hallway.
"I agree." Lightning replied and stepped a little closer to her husband as yet another wedge fell.
"What's with all the cheese?" Rikke asked the lavender haired mage as another wheel rolled onto the faded blue carpet.
"I haven't got the slightest clue." Kuja replied. Suddenly, it began to rain salmon from the ceiling. A fish landed on Kuja's head and he yelped before he flung the fish from his head and jumped back. He shook his body with disgust and Rikke laughed at him.
"You're such a princess, it's just a fish." Rikke said with a chuckle.
"I don't want fish oil in my hair!" He hissed and the others burst out into laughter. Their merriment died down and there was a mad laughter in the background that didn't belong to anyone's mouth. The fish stopped raining from the ceiling and a purple sphere appeared out of nowhere. Sheogorath stood before them and kicked the wheel at his feet.
"Oh come on Kuja, that's not how you do the fishstick!" He exclaimed with a laugh.
"Sheogorath, it's good to see you. We need to ask you a favour." Kuja said. The Mad God placed his hands in his pockets and walked towards his champion.
"Oh and what would that be?" He asked.
"Strong alcohol, in both taste and strength to disguise the taste of poison. Do you think you could help us acquire such an alcohol?" Kuja questioned in reply.
"Why no! I know my cheese, not my wine! You'll need Sanguine, he knows his stuff!" Sheogorath exclaimed.
"Do you think you could get him for us?" Lightning asked.
"Why of course! Sanguine, your champion wants you!" Sheogorath called. A sphere of swirling purple magic appeared beside Sheogorath a second later. Sanguine emerged from the sphere and Lightning crossed her arms.
"Is it that easy to summon you?" Lightning asked the prince of debauchery.
"Not for mere mortals, no. It's good to see my champion again." He replied and ruffled his champion's rose coloured hair.
"Now, what did you call me for?" Sanguine asked Sheogorath.
"Hmmm? Oh yes, our champions needed your help. Something about alcohol strong enough to hide the taste of poison." The Mad God replied with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"Poison eh? I'm sure your Uncle Sanguine can do something for you. I'm sure you remember the drink I used for our contest, right?" Sanguine asked Lightning.
"I do. I was wondering if you could get us at least ten bottles." She replied. He smirked and crossed his arms.
"Of course I can! What kind of Daedric Prince would I be if I didn't help my champion?" He asked with a mischievous smile. He clicked his fingers and a dremora appeared before the group with a crate in its hands.
"Here you are; ten bottles of Daedric spirits." Sanguine announced and Sheogorath gave his fellow Daedra a smirk.
"That's awfully generous Sanguine!" Sheogorath exclaimed with a grin.
"Thank you. You've come through for me yet again. I appreciate this." Lightning replied and Sephiroth placed his arm around her waist.
"Normally, I'm against working with Daedra, but you two seem alright." Rikke said and Sheogorath chuckled.
"We're not usually ones to cavort with goody-two-shoes like you, but you have been quite the lively bunch! Even Nocturnal is impressed with your little blonde friend!" Sheogorath replied and prodded Kuja's cheek.
"I take it that Ralof is doing well for himself?" Sephiroth questioned.
"Yes he is. He's surprisingly doing well with those thieves." Sanguine answered.
"Well, thank you. We really appreciate this." Kuja said and the Daedric Princes smiled.
"Anything for our scheming champions." Sanguine replied.
"Would you be willing to enjoy a tea party with me?" Sheogorath questioned.
"Sounds like fun to me. Good luck kiddies!" Sanguine answered and both princes were gone with the glow of two purple spheres.
Kuja, Rikke, Lightning and Sephiroth stared at the dremora as it stared back, still holding onto the crate of spirits.
"I guess you're following us then?" Lightning asked the creature. It nodded and Kuja flicked his hair behind his shoulder.
"Come on then, this way." He announced and the group trailed behind him. He opened the door and found Hadvar sitting on a bench beside the alchemy lab that Terra worked at.
"Hadvar? Where did you go?" Rikke asked.
"To try and find Sigmund. He escaped but was caught again. Apparently, Garland and his followers are hiding out in Helgen." Hadvar replied.
"That's interesting to know..." Sephiroth said with a smirk, the change in expression hinted that he was beginning to conjure up a plan to kill Cloud and fully enjoy it. He definitely knew that he was going to put the new torture room to good use.
"Are we going to do anything about it?" Hadvar inquired.
"Rikke and I will discuss sending a small squad down to watch their movements and try to bail out Sigmund if possible. For now, the best we can do is watch their movements and try to intercept them if they leave." Lightning responded and Rikke nodded in agreement. The legionnaire looked at the dremora and raised his eyebrow. Terra turned around and smiled as she saw the crate.
"I assume you have what you need?" Terra asked as she bottled another bowlful of the dark liquid.
"We do. Can you put that over there please?" Kuja asked and pointed to the corner of the room close to the alchemy lab. The dremora placed the crate down and nodded before he dissipated into thin air.
"You know, I wasn't expecting them to come to us so easily." Rikke stated and folded her arms.
"Me neither. It was plain lucky that the last time I needed Sanguine, he showed up. This time, I was a bit skeptical." Lightning replied.
"I didn't mind the cheese, I just didn't appreciate how Sheogorath made it rain salmon." Kuja whined and crossed his arms. Terra raised her eyebrow as Sephiroth chuckled.
"Wait, it rained salmon and cheese?" She asked in surprise.
"Yes and it was funny to watch Kuja dance when a fish landed in his precious hair." Sephiroth replied with a grin. The mage glared at the assassin as Terra and Hadvar stifled a laugh.
"I'd like to see how you'd react if a fish landed in your hair." Kuja rebutted and the smile fell right off of his face.
"Speaking of which, shouldn't you wash yours?" Sephiroth countered and raised an eyebrow. Lightning shook her head at the Chaos warriors as Kuja eyed her husband with disdain.
"Watch it. If you're not careful, there will be a storm. And you won't like it." Kuja warned and wandered off into the castle to wash the salmon's oil and fishy smell out of his luscious lavender hair.