Cearbhail:

This chapter was a lot of fun for me. It's been a while, and I'm sure you're wanting my excuse that I have prepared for each chapter. This time, it was finishing the characters that I created with the character generator. Personalities, favorite outfits, which magick they specialize in, as well as which forms of magick they prefer to cast. As in, Adept in Destruction, or Master in Illusion, and preferring two combat elements: Fire, Rock, and maybe Calm, Muffle spells. Stuff like that. And from there, I deiced what kind of tournament that would exist, who would participate in it, all that good stuff. Anyway, here's some fluff.

Enjoy. =^^=

[Vatu]

"You do realize… we don't have to do this." I looked at the red-eyed girl standing next to me.

The Khajiit girl in question was smiling from ear to ear. Her tail was wagging at the prospect of fighting me. And her eyes were dangerously smiling as well. Whenever a Khajiit is smiling… you should fear. It would be like facing Pra'ja whenever she gets bored.

"But Vatu… I want to." Erickha smiled to me. "You forget… I was raised in a small clan, high in the ice fields near Winterhold. I don't have a lot of friends… outside my clanmates. And we're not exactly warriors. Our rite of passage into adulthood is hunting a horker… or fighting a sabre cat. I opted for the sabre cat. Most of our clan don't. We're more hunters than we are anything else. And my clan in particular had a fishery. We didn't need a lot of hunting. Snowberries and fish. Every day." Erickha sighed. "And then I find out…" She pointed to her eyes. "That… I'm different. No one in the clan does magick. No shaman… no warlocks. No sorcerers. Just me. We didn't talk to other clans that often, and kept away from the Nords. When I learned of the college in Winterhold… I went there seeking answers. They looked for answers, but… Khajiit and written history, especially secret history, doesn't exist. And with no Khajiit mages at the college… I had no other options. The mages in the college pointed me towards Cyrodiil… or my homeland of somewhere else. I don't know what they called it."

"Elsweyr." I replied.

Erickha shrugged. "I know that now! I didn't at the time. They didn't have a map of the region, or knew where to point me towards. So… I traveled to the next town, where I could get a carriage. And then I learned a hard truth… money is a thing." Her eyes went wide. "You know how hard of a concept that is to someone who lives on hunted fish in a community that just… shares what it has with others?" Erickha shook her head. "I tried to offer a bracelet to the driver once he explained what a septim was… and he was like 'no… that's string. It's worthless.' Worthless! Can't you believe that?" Erickha shook her head. "It's a priceless rite of passage band… showing that I was an adult. It has so much cultural significance that… it should have easily bought me a trip to this land. It would have been a two day trip at most." Erickha crossed her arms.

I shrugged. "I basically lived in the wild for the past five years. I know how hard it can be to get money. So, how'd you get here?"

Erickha pointed over to Talia. "Her sister and she were on their way to Cyrodiil. They were from the docks and wanted a better life. So, they saved up money to get here. They weren't expecting to pay for a third person… but…" Erickha's tail started wagging. "Talia… she… she talked her sister into letting me come with them. We've been besties since." Erickha smiled even deeper. "She's…" Erickha paused, turning her attention back to me. "Oh… we were talking about something else, weren't we?" Erickha reached down for my hand, taking mine in hers. "So… when I learned that there were others like us… and one my age… one who's also figuring this whole… red-eye thing out… I knew I had to meet you. Fight you. Be your friend. Learn about other Khajiit things. See how my tribe is different from yours."

I pulled my hand away. "Yeah… I'm not big on Khajiit culture. Like I said, I grew up mostly on my own, raising my younger sister. My parents died during the Oblivion Crisis. And even then, my father wouldn't tell me much about what it meant to be Khajiit. My sister on the other hand… she'd be perfect for you to learn from. My twin sister, Vara."

"You have a twin sister?" Erickha was practically drooling.

"She's taken." I replied dryly. "So am I."

Erickha waved the thought away. "What? I'm dating Talia." She pointed over to her best friend.

Talia waved over to me. "Hey." She turned her attention back to Pra'ja. "So… show me that again. You did… what with what?"

"I reached in… grabbed him by his…" Pra'ja went into the motions of explaining something Shadow related I'm sure. I didn't want to pay attention any further though.

I turned my attention back to the Khajiit. She was holding a registration form for the tournament our team leads set up for us a few minutes ago. Once we both sign for the combat tournament… we'd be setting ourselves up to fight each other. And us being who we are… we're likely to be in the finals.

"What if we don't end up fighting each other?" I asked as I gripped a form of my own in my hand.

Erickha glanced at me. "Vatu… if it's fate… it'll happen for us." She purred. "And if it's not… I'll find you… and then I'll jump you. And then… we'll have our fight. One way… or another, I will find you… and I will rake your back. I'll take you so hard by surprise you'll think I'm this Nexa girl you keep going on about."

"Kinky." My dry reply made her chuckle.

"And people say you don't understand subtext." Erickha purred out.

"I'm getting better at it." I replied as I signed my name. "Okay… I'm signed up for the tournament. Okay, so some ground rules. You won't get too involved. Okay? I just healed up, and I don't want Primrose to have a reason to rub her hands over my body again. I don't need any more reasons for her to feel like she needs to finger my bleeding holes."

"Kinky." Erickha chuckled.

"Don't kink shame. The Mages Guild doesn't kink shame. Right Mom?" I screamed over my shoulder over to the Arch Mage that ran our guild. She was sitting at the registration booth.

Mom held up her thumb. "That's right! Here at the Mages Guild… we don't kink shame. Unless you're a pedophile. In which case, we'll literally kill you." Mom glanced away. "That fucking Altmer had it coming."

I glanced back at Erickha. "See? The Arch Mage is okay with it. So, if you really want to do this then… I guess I won't stop you. We'll have healers on sight, as well as our instructors in case we both lose our heads in the fight. And also two red-eye Khajiits that have been doing this longer than both of us."

Erickha nodded. "Thanks, Vatu. If both of us weren't dating Argonians… and if I wasn't gay, I'd totally lick you on the cheek right now. This is going to make my day."

I smiled back. "I'm glad to have a new friend." Well, I wasn't too excited. I'm worried about that mental version of Mannimarco popping up and ruining my fun. He will do it if I let my guard down. But… Erickha really wants this fight so… I'll do my best to give her what she needs.

…

[Nakuma]

I yawned as I sat up from my bed. Man… I slept in late. My feathers were ruffled, falling over my face. My pink feathers looked extra fine today. That new shampoo that our bathhouse kept was… simply wonderful. I had to admit… I missed having a real bath. A nice one. The Shadow Magick Institute was a lot of things, but spending a lot on basic needs was not one of them. I had military soap, a military bed, and military meals. A lot of thinking food, food meant to keep my mind sharp; a hard bed to make sure that I get just enough rest to wake up easily; and simple cleaning routines.

But here… my bed was soft… very soft. Once I lay down on it last night… I sank right to the bottom. I didn't really care if Oleeme was in the same room as me last night. He had his own bed, and our chamber… it was like its own house. We have a common area spent just to ourselves… at the moment. There were four other bedrooms… which makes me wonder what's going on. Were those rooms reserved for our teammates? I haven't met them yet… and that makes me worry. I wonder if I'll like any of them.

The main common area had bookshelves that reached to the ceiling. There was also a large pool in the center of the room. I'm guessing it's some kind of communal tub? I don't really know. It's pretty big, and it has seats inside the round pool. There's also some kind of crystal in the center of the pool. Huh… weird. We have a heating pit located in the middle of a couple couches. So… that's the resting area? Tables by each couch had a large crystal ball. Okay… I'm guessing that's so we can watch crystal shows. Very interesting. We have our own kitchen, our own dining areas, even though our bedrooms were more basic. Bed, desks, and bookshelves. Also a dresser and a closet. That's nice.

It was like a dream… a dream that I would get to live for the rest of my life. I had this massive suite to basically myself, working with the Shadow Squad. Of course, Oleeme was also here, but… he's just…

I looked up near the ceiling. Oleeme was floating near the top of the ceiling… meditating. His body was covered in Light… and he was just… floating there. How odd. He never did anything like that before. Oh well… I still don't want much to do with him, even if he is my new teammate.

I heard a knock on the door leading out to the hallway. Was I expecting company this morning?

I small memory of the Shadow Master last night telling us that a team would come in the morning to help us get ready for our introduction lunch.

I flattened out my morning robes, clearing my throat as I walked to the door. I quickly ran up to the door, pulling it open, seeing a whole team of Ladies and Lords marching into the room. Behind them was a single Shadow Master. He had deep green scales with short purple feathers.

The Shadow Master glared at me as he entered the room. He looked me up and down. I felt his judging eye on me, so I dipped myself into a light bow. "Shadow Master?"

He nodded a welcome to me. "My name is Julanza Frazviani. I am the Shadow Master assigned to the royal Shadow Squad. Normally, this role falls under the jurisdiction of the Warlord, but this is a special case. The Warlord is leading… well… you'll find out later. All you need to know for now is that I am here to make sure you're prepared for your lunch in two hours." The Shadow Master eyed my appearance. "And it would seem we need all the time we already don't have."

Two hours? My head was spinning. I slept in for that long?

I glanced up at the ceiling. Oleeme was still floating there. "Oleeme! Why didn't you wake me up?"

He opened his eyes, glancing down at me. "I was not aware I needed to." I felt pure spite for that stupid roommate.

I glanced down at Shadow Master Julanza. "Okay. So… what do we need…" I started to ask as I felt two hands underneath my breasts, and with a quick pull, my nightgown was ripped off me.

Shadow Master turned around, waving to the Ladies undressing me. "Do what you do best."

One of the Ladies walked in front of me, nodding. "Okay, ma'am. Here's what we're going to do. We're going to steam your scales, brush some polish on you, wet your feathers, using some essential oils to really make them shine, and then… we're going to get an outfit prepared that works well with your colors." She eyed me. "Pink scales, with lighter pink under throat that leads down to your tail… as expected. Shoulder length matching pink feathers with one light pink feather that falls right over the right eyebrow." The Lady nodded. "And light blue eyes. Very nice. I'm thinking a light blue dress, make those blue eyes really pop. Maybe a light purple?"

"Really?" A Lord with brown scales shook his head. "Purple… on pink scales? That's last season. Let's go with black and white, with some accented pink mixed in."

"That's too predictable." Another Lady replied. "Look, she has blue eyes and pink scales. A deep purple and gray will do nicely."

"Pink and blue?"

"What is she, cotton candy?"

"Blue and black?"

"We have enough bruised Shadowblades at the ceremony sporting those colors. Let's make her stand out!"

"Deep blood red and soft browns."

"Gregori, control yourself! We're Argonians, not Redguards."

"But I like Redguard fashion…"

"Yellow and magenta!"

"Fuck both those options."

"Rainbows!"

"Shut up!" I screamed. When I had the Ladies and Lords all quiet, I nodded to them. "I like the white and black idea. But instead of pink… do blue instead." I pointed to my eyes. "It will match my eyes."

"That's crazy." The brown-scaled Lord said.

The Lady standing in front of me stroked her chin. "So crazy… it just might work!"

Two Ladies grabbed me by my shoulders. They pulled my arms out while two Lords wrapped my body up in tape measures. They quickly grabbed my measurements, nodding a farewell to me. One of the Ladies gave me a quick glance once over, giving me a thumb's up before she walked away.

I glanced up at the ceiling. "You better not be watching this, Oleeme." I was fully exposed to the whole room.

Oleeme kept his attention on a book. "You have nothing that interests me." Even with his emotionless tone, I felt the snark in that snap back.

I felt a blood vessel in my forehead bulge. "Oh really? What was it you said about enjoying the view last night?" Right as he walked into the room last night while I was changing, he gave me a small look over and nodded to me. Told me he enjoyed the view.

"I was referring to the window behind you. There was a lovely lavender outside the window behind you." Oleeme placed the book down, glancing at me. "If you prefer, I could pretend to give you an admiring look."

"Just shut up…" I sighed. He was beginning to give me a headache. "Go back to reading your book."

Oleeme silently went back to reading. "Nice butt though." He said it just quietly enough that I could hear him.

I snapped my head around. "What? What did you say?" Oleeme just kept reading his book.

I turned my attention back to the line of Lords and Ladies just staring at me. "What?" I asked as I started covering my body with my hands. "What are you looking at?"

One of the Ladies smirked. "Ah… young love. Aren't they adorable?"

One of the Lords chuckled. "So feisty too."

"Hey!" I snapped at him.

"Oh, sweetie… I was talking about the boy." The Lord rolled his eyes. He nodded to the Lady next to him. "So, shall we begin the buffering?" He gestured up to Oleeme. "We need your measurements too. Come down here and disrobe."

"Whoa!" I screamed. "I don't want him naked near me!"

The Lord glanced at me. "Jeez… fine. Come on, green, tall, and muscles. Let's get you to a private chamber for your buffering."

Oleeme slowly drifted to the floor, glancing at me before following the Lords out of the room. It would seem that they were going to treat Oleeme to his buffering, which is a process where we apply oils and fats to our scales and make them shinier. It gives us a sparkle effect that can last anywhere between a week and a month depending on how well we take care of our scales. Doing the same treatment a month was recommended to maintain a healthy set of scales your whole life. They can dry out too easily if left alone. Buffering is supposed to be a private affair, or one done by a single professional. It's not something you have done with an audience, and I don't want to see Oleeme being buffered in front of me. And I certainly don't want him watching me be buffered.

The Ladies all snickered at me. "Look at her face, it's so bright pink. She's blushing!"

"Enough!" I almost screamed. "Can I get dressed now?"

The Ladies all laughed to themselves. The Lady who had been standing in front of me this whole time nodded. "Once we got your measurements, you could have put your robes back on. We were just too busy enjoying your reactions to tell you."

I felt my face flush as I reached down, grabbing my nightgown. I slipped it back over me, nodding to the Ladies. "I guess I'm ready?"

The Lady in front of me nodded, gestured for me to follow her. She quickly led me out of my team's suite.

"Boy's right though. That's a cute butt." One of the ladies whispered behind me.

It was enough to my face blush over again. "Can we please stop talking about my butt?" I groaned.

The Lady chuckled to herself. "I don't know. I'll probably be the one assigned to buffer it. Do you want me to pay extra attention to it? I can make it shine so well that even that Husky boy will take a few extra seconds to gaze on it."

"Please… stop…" I sighed.

"Girls. She doesn't appreciate our comments. Let's leave it at that." The head Lady glanced over her shoulder. "Remember, LALA doesn't kink shame."

"LALA?" I echoed.

"Lords and Ladies Association." Veronisha glanced back at me. "The Guild we operate under. We're partnered with Lovers too, so sometimes we're called LALALA."

The two Ladies following behind me weren't that much older than me. I wonder if they just graduated from their training too. I guess I have time to spare. And they'll be taking a hard piece of leather to my scales here in a few minutes anyway.

"So… you two. Did you just graduate from your academy?" I looked back at the two girls following behind me.

"Academy?" One girl asked. She scratched her chin. "Oh… that's right… you're a wraith, huh?" The girl smiled through her red scales. "We don't have an academy. We have a mentor." She pointed to the white-scaled woman leading us. "Veronisha is our mentor. She determines when we're ready to serve on our own. But… we're already doing our jobs. You're getting buffered. Sherona and I have done this hundreds of times. Haven't we, Sherona?"

Sherona, the orange-scaled girl, nodded. "Maybe Yuvana is exaggerating a bit, but… we've been doing stuff like this since we were ten. About the time you left for your academy training, right?"

I nodded. "Basically. So, you've been training with Veronisha since then?"

Sherona nodded. "Yup, doing whatever she wants us to do. And we attend special finishing training where we put books on our heads, bow, learn where to place the fork, the salad fork, and stuff like that. And then you have specialized fields of Ladies, like buffers, like Yuvana and me: Ladies who specialize in preparing royals for grand parties, setting up the parties, and treating other Argonians to relaxing events. Like a spa vacation. Like what you're on." Sherona smiled. "So.. you've been locked away in that scary academy. What was it like?"

I glanced down. "I was the top of the class."

"Congrats." Yuvana clapped for me.

I shook my head. "I was also the class target. I was bullied almost every day."

"And yet… here you are." Sherona surmised. "About to get a deep tissue massage, a buffering, and a gorgeous dress draped over your perfect body to show off to your boyfriend."

I shook my head. "I don't have a boyfriend."

The two girls shared a glance. They both smiled at me, Yuvana showing more teeth than Sherona.

"Oh… don't worry about that." Sherona said with a small laugh.

Veronisha clapped her hands, directing my gaze back to her. "That's enough, girls. You will have plenty of time to play with your new friend in a few minutes. Let's get her steamed." Veronisha had her hand pressed against a wooden door. She bowed to me as she pushed the door open. "If you would please us by entering this steam room."

I nodded as I walked past her, entering the room. The room was fully wooden, four walls. In the corners of the room were four steam pits. The two girls behind me started pushing me into the room. "Come on, while it's still hot! If we dawdle the steam will roll out of the room, and it will take 10 minutes to get it hot again!" Yuvana screamed.

"One if we're really fast." Sherona corrected.

Veronisha chuckled as she followed the three of us into the steam room.

Yuvana and Sherona both yelled as they lifted up my nightgown, throwing away from me. Once again… here I stood, completely naked. At least this time I was surrounded by guys watching me.

"So, we're going to start by bathing you with hot water. And then we'll begin steaming all four steam ovens. They're hot rocks that we throw water on. Cold water makes the best feeling steam, but we're trying to exfoliate your scales so… we're going extra hot." Sherona said as she started pouring water over my head. I held my breath as the water drenched me. I almost felt cold for a second, but as soon as she had me covered in water, Yuvana and Veronisha were immediately dumping prepared buckets of water over the ovens in the corners of the room.

It was immediate. Hot steam rolled all over the room. I watched as Veronisha stood there, dressed in a completely formal maid gown, just stood there in complete indifference. The two girls, who were wearing the same formal frilly outfit, stood there like it was nothing for them. And here I was, drenched in water, melting to the complete switch of temperatures.

"Don't forget to hydrate!" Yuvana said, offering me a pint of water.

I gladly took the pint of water, taking measured sips to make sure that I wasn't going to run out anytime soon.

"Don't be conservative with your hydration." Sherona said as she eyed my drinking habits. "You will dry out quickly, and if you don't keep drinking, you'll get woozy and pass out."

I looked at her dress and long socks. "How do you do it?"

Sherona smiled, lifting up her knee-high skirt just enough to bow. "I live to serve. Also… it's enchanted to protect me from heat. It literally keeps me cool." She winked at me. "Thanks to your academy for learning how to do this with Atronach absorption techniques."

I kept drinking water as the three girls kept pouring more water on the steam ovens. I was drenched over and over again with more buckets of water. We stood like this for what felt like hours. It couldn't have been longer than 10 minutes. Or maybe it was 30. I can't tell.

As we finished up, Sherona handed me a towel. "Here you go. Wrap yourself up. We'll head to the buffer room."

I wrapped the towel around me, and as we started heading for the door, I was stopped by Yuvana. "You may want to brace yourself. Once we open this door, you will feel like you just stepped out into Skyrim."

I mentally prepared myself, and Yuvana opened the door. She was not kidding. The rush of cold air brushed past me, and it felt like it was invading my body. My body had adjusted to the intense heat of the steam room, and now that I was out, I felt like I had a fever strong enough to put me under my covers for a week.

The four of us practically ran to the next area, a room just on the other side of the hallway. Veronisha led the way, keeping pace with the eager two girls pushing me excitedly through the maze of hallways. Along the way, I saw the three Lords pushing Oleeme past me. We both shared a small glance at each other as we passed. He looked just as wet and soggy as me. I'm glad he was tortured too.

We entered a room that had several leather towels, essential oils, fats, and sandpaper ready. There was a circle of sand in the middle of the room, and in the corner was a draining station with several buckets of water waiting for me, I bet. There was also a lounging chair and a massage bed. Jeez… everything.

"Okay, strip!" Yuvana screamed as she grabbed my towel, ripping it off me. "There's that cute butt." Yuvana snickered.

I sighed. She defeated me. "Yeah… I know."

Veronisha clapped her hands. "Okay, girls. Get ready. You." Veronisha pointed to me. "Stand here." She pointed to a small circle made up of sand.

Okay… that's weird.

I walked over to the sand. "Okay… now what?"

Veronisha arched an eyebrow. "Your first time? This will be interesting."

The sand pit was probably a meter in radius. The two girls smiled mischievously as they circled around me.

"Just so you know… we take no pleasure in what we're about to do." Sherona said with a small chuckle.

"Oh… I take all the pleasure." Yuvana giggled.

I'm feeling pretty apprehensive over this whole thing already.

The two girls bent down, and my mind went to places I never considered it could go, but luckily, I was wrong. The two girls threw sand over me, and my wet body made it cling to me even more than it would have if I were dry. The two girls kept throwing sand on me until I was completely covered. Then they rushed over as they grabbed their leather towels.

"Would you like something to bite down on?" Sherona asked as they both walked over to me. "The first time can be a bit… unpleasant."

I found myself swallowing as I gesturing to the bag full of calming roots. "A calming root, please?"

Yuvana snickered. "She's so cute."

Sherona nodded. "Anything you wish. If we're too rough… you can also ask us to be gentler. I mean… we won't be gentle, no matter what. Our job is to make you look perfect, and that takes a lot of effort on our part. And since this is your first time… it's going to be even harder."

Sherona walked over to the bag of calming roots. She grabbed one, walked it over to me. "Here you go." She placed it in my mouth. "Bite down hard, and think about something nice. Like how Oleeme's getting a sandy hand job right about now."

"What?" I said through grit teeth as Sherona and Yuvana practically jumped on top of me, rubbing their leather towels over my sandy body. It felt… weird. It felt wrong. It was like a rough itch that I couldn't get rid of. Like an infected toenail that hurts: one you have to deal with, but it hurts too much to lift up to relieve the pressure on. And these two girls were pressing up against me, rubbing their rough towels over every spot on my body. Every… spot. And I think Yuvana was having too much fun with my more private areas. Sherona was more focused on my arms and legs while Yuvana cleared my neck, chest, stomach, abdomen, my back, my butt, and my tail.

I stood there, completely at the mercy of the two girls as they roughhoused me. I felt like crying halfway through the treatment. It was about 30 minutes, I'm guessing, before they both finally stopped. Both of them were covered in sand and sweat. Both of them were exhaling roughly as they glared at each other.

"The hard part is done." Sherona said. She pulled up a bucket of water. "Time to rinse, and then… we move onto the next phase. You're sanded down. Now, it's time to buffer your scales. Make them shine." I didn't have time to chat as the two girls dragged me over to a draining station. I already knew what awaited me there, so I stood still while the two girls threw water on me, rinsing the sand off.

I looked down at my cleaned scales. They never looked so… even. New. Wow. I ran my hand across my scales, surprised at how smooth I felt. That's weird.

"You can marvel later." Sherona said, dragging my wet ass over to the next station. Rubber towels with essential oils. "We mainly use Hist sap for this, but some nice oils like primrose and flaxseed can make those feathers shine, and it does wonders for our scales too. This won't feel as bad as last time. Just relax."

I was splashed with a Hist sap mixture with primrose and flaxseed. They pretty much drenched me in the stuff. And people pay for this? This is weird for me.

After they had me covered, they started rubbing their rubber towels around my smoothened scales. It took maybe five minutes, and once again, Yuvana was having too much fun massaging my chest. I think she was enjoying my scrunched up face.

Once we were done, I was taken back to the draining area. I welcomed the waterfall of water dumped on top of me as they oils were washed off my body. I checked my arms out. My pink scales were shiny… almost sparkly.

"Okay, time for the face, the feathers." Veronisha clapped her hands. "And the hands, and the feet. The final act."

I was sat down in the lounging chair, where the girls started doing the same things to my face that they did with my body. I wondered why they just didn't do this while they were doing everything else. They dusted my face with sand, and with tinier strips of sand paper started making circular rubs across my face. I was once again chewing on a calming root to keep myself cool and collected. While the first one lasted maybe a half an hour, this lasted five minutes. I was cleaned off as I was the first time. Water dumped on my face. While my face was being treated by Sherona, my feathers were being oiled and shaped by Yuvana. My face and hair were both rinsed at the same time.

After that, my hands and feet were attended to. My talons were shaved and polished. My hands were scrubbed and softened. It felt like no time at all before I was picked up and slammed onto the massage table. I was treated to a full massage, and I won't lie… I could get used to having these done more often.

Once we were done, Veronisha clapped her hands. "That's enough girls. We have 20 minutes to get her dressed and up to the party. We have to hurry. I was rinsed off one last time before being vigorously dried clean. I was wrapped in a towel and forced back to my room as a rushed jog with the two girls practically pushing me the whole way back. Veronisha led the way, keeping her skirt lifted up as she glided through the halls in her heels.

I was pushed back into the room, right where Oleeme was already standing nearby. He was dressed in a formal robe prepared for him. It looked like a Shadowwraith robe. Oleeme's face looked smoothened, shinier. His feathers looked stylized… and when he glanced at me with his glowing eyes, I almost forgot that I hated his guts.

"Welcome back." Oleeme nodded to me. "You look prepared."

"That's not all!" Yuvana screamed, grabbing my towel and ripping it off my body. "See how shiny she is?"

I was quick to cover my chest. "Yuvana!"

Oleeme nodded his approval. "She looks prepared for her introduction to the Warlord. Nicely done." He gave Yuvana a thumb's up.

Yuvana smirked. "Isn't she cute?"

I came to a pause as I looked at Oleeme. He seemed to be looking me up and down. "I suppose she fits what is culturally found desirable."

"I find her desirable." Yuvana snickered. "Don't you?"

"Shut up!" I screamed. "Just… give me my dress!"

Cearbhail:

So, if you think this is the only time we'll see Sherona and Yuvana... you might be correct. I don't really have a plan for them, but I do enjoy using characters more than once so... they might show up later.