Hardly a moment later she had moved to the bed, untying the pouch. She set
it on the soft, quilted sheets and smiled thankfully when the frog made a
single jump into the open. He seemed to lower his head, his eyes closed
tightly. His breathing was rapidly growing heavier. Was he larger?
Naetalia didn't seem to notice that she was staring as the frog's mouth opened in a silent cry. His body stretched outward as it seemed to grow. The woman couldn't tear her widening eyes away. Worry would have overcome her if she were not so intensely watching the change take place.
Green began to transform into the flesh tones. His arms and legs stretched out onto the bed, taking on a more human form. His facial features narrowed and shifted until Naetalia could see the familiar guise.
It took her a moment to realize that the change had completed. Kayell never cried out. His breathing began to slow down as his body remained otherwise still on the bed sheets.
The young woman took note of the naked form, but moved closer without a second thought. She gently rested on the bed's side and reached down to touch the back of his shoulder.
"Kayell?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with worry.
He groaned slightly as he pushed himself up enough to look at her. Their eyes locked, searching the others. Naetalia leaned into his hand as she felt it brush the side of her face, moving into her hair. She felt a flush come to her face as she realized how close they were.
"We should," she started, looking away. "We should find you some clothes maybe?"
Color formed on his cheeks as he nodded and pulled a sheet closer to cover himself. Light flickered around the room as the lamp faltered for a moment.
"Are you alright?" Naetalia asked as she stood from the bed. "It looks very- --painful."
He looked back at her in confusion.
"You saw?"
She only nodded in response.
"It wasn't as bad this time."
"I---I felt like I had to watch. I didn't mean---"
The panel in the wall opened and the escort's familiar dark form crept in, closing the door behind. He turned to the bedside, his eyes instantly narrowing at the naked man. A gasp escaped the woman as he had a weapon drawn and was instantly at Kayell's throat.
"Dren, stop it!" she commanded, moving forward to intervene.
"I just heard he had arrived in town," the man growled, anger flashing in his eyes. "But I didn't think he would find his way into here before I had gotten us out! I should slice your throat for such an act!"
The blade rubbed over the skin of the Prince's neck, the coldness almost as sharp as the edge. He gave a half-hearted smile to the uninformed friend.
"Good to see you too, Nightingale."
The dark man's features lightened as confusion washed over him. The blade began to lower enough so that Kayell was able to rub the dot of blood from the small puncture.
"Although, I do believe I should be the one slicing anyone's throat in this situation."
"Kayell?"
The Prince had a moment of annoyance before smiling again.
"Yes, well, it seems that is the question lately, isn't it?"
Dren moved to the single dresser, opening it reveal a variety of clean, folded clothes. He pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and quickly tossed them to the familiar friend.
"Hurry, we must leave."
Naetalia didn't seem to notice that she was staring as the frog's mouth opened in a silent cry. His body stretched outward as it seemed to grow. The woman couldn't tear her widening eyes away. Worry would have overcome her if she were not so intensely watching the change take place.
Green began to transform into the flesh tones. His arms and legs stretched out onto the bed, taking on a more human form. His facial features narrowed and shifted until Naetalia could see the familiar guise.
It took her a moment to realize that the change had completed. Kayell never cried out. His breathing began to slow down as his body remained otherwise still on the bed sheets.
The young woman took note of the naked form, but moved closer without a second thought. She gently rested on the bed's side and reached down to touch the back of his shoulder.
"Kayell?" she whispered softly, her voice filled with worry.
He groaned slightly as he pushed himself up enough to look at her. Their eyes locked, searching the others. Naetalia leaned into his hand as she felt it brush the side of her face, moving into her hair. She felt a flush come to her face as she realized how close they were.
"We should," she started, looking away. "We should find you some clothes maybe?"
Color formed on his cheeks as he nodded and pulled a sheet closer to cover himself. Light flickered around the room as the lamp faltered for a moment.
"Are you alright?" Naetalia asked as she stood from the bed. "It looks very- --painful."
He looked back at her in confusion.
"You saw?"
She only nodded in response.
"It wasn't as bad this time."
"I---I felt like I had to watch. I didn't mean---"
The panel in the wall opened and the escort's familiar dark form crept in, closing the door behind. He turned to the bedside, his eyes instantly narrowing at the naked man. A gasp escaped the woman as he had a weapon drawn and was instantly at Kayell's throat.
"Dren, stop it!" she commanded, moving forward to intervene.
"I just heard he had arrived in town," the man growled, anger flashing in his eyes. "But I didn't think he would find his way into here before I had gotten us out! I should slice your throat for such an act!"
The blade rubbed over the skin of the Prince's neck, the coldness almost as sharp as the edge. He gave a half-hearted smile to the uninformed friend.
"Good to see you too, Nightingale."
The dark man's features lightened as confusion washed over him. The blade began to lower enough so that Kayell was able to rub the dot of blood from the small puncture.
"Although, I do believe I should be the one slicing anyone's throat in this situation."
"Kayell?"
The Prince had a moment of annoyance before smiling again.
"Yes, well, it seems that is the question lately, isn't it?"
Dren moved to the single dresser, opening it reveal a variety of clean, folded clothes. He pulled out a pair of pants and a shirt and quickly tossed them to the familiar friend.
"Hurry, we must leave."