<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>Elves required little sleep.  Nevertheless, Lyradil went back to her room, flopping down on the bed, lying on her back.  For a time, she stared up at the blank ceiling.  It had been an unusual day, to say the least.  So much had happened, and happened to her.  The question she always asked herself before sleeping was what had she learned that day.  Lyradil suspected it might take more than one night for her to answer that question.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Lyradil frowned down at herself.  She'd changed out of her white minidress, and tried putting on one of her traditional elven robes.  As had been suspected, it too had transformed.  Now she wore a green minidress.  The plunging neckline was much the same, but the lower hem was different.  It came down longer in front and back, with gauzy green fabric, but had high slits running up the sides, exposing her bare skin all the way up to her hips.  The heels were different too, soft boots transformed into booted heels, which although they covered more of her legs, seemed to emphasize her uncovered thighs.  Lyradil sighed, her chest rising and falling.  There was no help for it, it seemed.  As long as she wore the amulet, she'd be dressed sexily, or not at all.<br/><br/>Stepping out of her room, her heels clicking on the stone floors, she made her way to the library, once again doing her best to avoid the stares directed her way.  Hopefully she would find answers there, as well as a measure of privacy.