<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 80, Pregnancy Scare</span></div><br/>Kleris was reassured with Professor Yarminda's concern with helping, rather than thinking of blame or punishment.  She still nervously kept pace with the professor as they started straight away for the alchemy lab.  At least she seemed to know of a practical solution, something proactive to do.  The constant upkeep and repair of the structure and foundations was a testament both to the potency of the school's supplies of corrosives and explosives, and the consequences of lending those supplies to inexperienced students.<br/><br/>[Local 10+9+5<em>Tome of Horrors, Abridged</em>= 24]<br/><br/>Upon seeing the surprisingly blue goblin, Kleris realized he hadn't had much call to consult his (abridged) Tome of Horrors.  It seemed rude to openly compare a person to a book of cryptozoology and monsters though, so she tried to surreptitiously and casually flip through to find any mention of blue or otherwise unusual Eberron goblins.  The book describes them as a psionic race of goblinoids that may interbreed with goblins, and often take over a tribe with their intellect and organizational abilities.  It also had a reference to Eberron goblin society, which is much more organized, even considering their ancient empire had fallen.  With the end of the Last War, they had managed to secure a nation for themselves.<br/><br/><em>Darguun is a goblinoid nation. Activities that would be crimes elsewhere are legal in Darguun, and illicit gods are in ready supply in the rough bazaars.</em><br/><br/>Of course, this blue was apparently part of the school faculty, not Eberron, so while his nature was a curiosity, it probably lent itself well to working at a magical academy.  She briefly wondered how this mind-magic compared to divination and enchantment, or if it was just a new way of focusing and producing general effects, such as wizards or witches did.  In any case, she didn't have time to muse more on it as she entered the lab and looked all around at the walls and shelves covered in beakers and bottles and cages.  It was hard to tell what was an ingredient or reagent, and what was a product or even experimental subject--were the eyeballs going into a vision potion, or was an oil being tested on them to determine its effects?  Not sure where their own task would go, Kerlis put on an apron, gloves, and goggles in preparation as Yarminda gathered ingredients.  Some were pretty benign: lemon, mint, cotton root, a tadpole, but then there were the more rare, magical, and disgusting parts of darkmantle and krenshar, all mixed in precise ratios, boiled, steeped, distilled.  It wasn't too difficult, though she was glad that after this, she wouldn't need to worry about making more any time soon.<br/><br/>[Alchemy 7+5+2 lab = 14, basic success]<br/><br/>There was some waiting involved between adding and preparing ingredients, so it was nice to be able to talk with Professor Yarminda outside of actual lecture time, just chatting about the city and even her own work and experiences.  It was easy to open up and talk about other students and educational plans, as well as just interesting things to see around the city.  When the final drops of potion had finally dripped and cooled into the beaker, Kleris furrowed her brow and cleared her throat at the thought of drinking it.<br/><br/>"Tasteless, huh?  Alright, then.  Um, to new experiences, I suppose..."  Trying not to smell anything in the glass or the room, she tipped the beaker back and just started swallowing, trying to avoid her tongue.  It was a bit viscous and odd, but at least she couldn't taste anything.  After finishing and setting the glass down, she wondered when it would work, or how she would know.  As it turned out, not long, as she was acutely aware of her body reverting back to its old self.  His anxiety physically dissipated, and he realized he could finally relax his shoulders, which felt like they'd been clenching for the past several hours.  He half-listened to Yarminda's warnings and symptoms, just in case anything else happened, but it seemed the worst was over.  Kleris smiled back to his teacher and mentor.<br/><br/>"Thanks, I enjoyed this too.  It was nice to just talk, as well as learn something new and practical.  I'll come by more often," and gave her a hug.  It was nice to have a maternal figure around; being raised by a single mother practically, he didn't realize how used he had been to it and how nice it felt to have Professor Yarminda to fill in.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 82, Day of Olladra's Rose</span></div><br/>Even more than the actual spell, the whole date, night, reconciliation, and embrace were magical.  Kleris had experimented with Lillin, but this was a whole new world of feminine, saphhic love, lovemaking, and exploration.  She felt save in Rensha's arms and hands, and having revealed everything to her--secrets and physically--could finally and fully give herself entirely and without restraint.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Day 83</span></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey there. Are you up for round two?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Waking up both tired yet feeling like a new man/woman, Kleris gave a sleepy grin and transmuted herself again for Rensha's comfort and benefit, as well as her own.  The magus had shown her many new and interesting things last night, and she was eager to experience them again, and practice them on her partner.<br/><br/>"Get ready, because you're going to earn that breakfast..."<br/><br/>With a short, intense burst of renewed energy from a few hours' sleep and a new lover, they fully enjoyed the duration of Kleris' spell.  And afterwards, there was still time enough to dress--with a few spanks and giggles--and descend upon the coveted breakfast treats.  Munching fruit and pastry happily, Kleris could just gush.<br/>"A girl could get used to this, heh.  Let's repeat this again very soon..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hearing the pounding of feet and excited panting, Kleris turned to see Lillin running to join them.  While it was common enough to see bags of holding, it was impressive that Lillin had one of her own.  It was quite useful in transporting the oversized portrait, now in sharp detail.<br/><br/><em>Hey!</em>he thought, jealously, though not even sure if this communication was two-way outside of his dreams.<em>Lillin can take care of herself, but she doesn't need some... mean girl to hurt her.</em><br/><br/>As Rachel examined Lillin and offered her theory on her heritage, Kleris wracked his brain for the fine details of fiendish phenotypes and heritage.  It was on the tip of his tongue, but he had to pull out his Tome to confirm the details.  It was true that demons' chaotic nature led to many different forms, but when it presented in humanoids there were some more common themes; and devils especially were more predictable.  Blue skin could conceivably suggest an erinyes or even kyton, or some other fiendish blood.<br/><br/>[Planes 10+9+5 = 24]<br/><br/>Looking up from his book, "Well, that's a possibility, but in this case also anectodal--" but Lillin was already making her exit, not interested in a debate herself.  Sighing, "'Rachel,' you don't have to throw that in her face, there's a time and place to privately discuss geneology, but obviously she isn't interested.  She's a friendly girl, just don't go poking at her when she's just trying to show off her project..."<br/><br/>There didn't seem to be too much point in talking about it, though.  A normal girl might be persuaded to be nice, or just leave her alone, but who knew what Rachel's motives were--experience mortal life as a dramatic teen girl, or sow discord, strife, and corruption for some diabolical evil end?<br/><br/>Thinking loudly, Kleris gave Rachel a significant eyebrow.<em>Listen, we'll bang, okay?  Just try not to be a bitch to my friends and have fun as a decent girl...</em>She wasn't sure if that would placate the little fiend, but maybe it would mollify and distract her a bit.  Kleris was prepared to make that sacrifice to protect his friends; and perhaps less altruistically he was remembering and missing those intense erotic nightmares and secretly longing for more.