She knew what he liked, that much was clear. And she delighted in flaunting it, just the right amount. She didn't have to put the damned thong back on; it didn't cover anything worth mentioning and it couldn't have kept her any warmer. If anything it might have made more sense to reach for her gloves and socks. But it granted a lovely shape to her already phenomenal backside, giving him an even better view. At least until the cape went over her hips. He sighed but knew better than to argue; the last thing he wanted was for his plans to get thrown off because his champion got pneumonia.<br/><br/>Unlike her, he couldn't sleep. He was physically unable to, and had been since he'd lost the last vestiges of his corporeal form. Instead he was doomed to a perpetual awareness. At one point, he'd had the ability to enter the dreams of others, and he might still have been able to do that to Shanna, but decided not to test it out. Instead, he lay down beside her and looked her her bare breasts. A hand reached out, just to see if she could feel his touch, but he thought better of it and pulled back before making contact. That could wait until another time. "Goodnight, Shanna," he murmured in her ear. "You're going to make a fine champion."<br/><br/><div align="center">*****</div><br/>Cyprus couldn't sleep, but he could at least drift into a trance that allowed time to pass him by. He'd spent much of the night planning their attack on the current Lord of Weather, but by the wee hours of the morning all capacity for thought had deserted him and he'd been ready to just lie there and await the sunrise. Only minutes before it was due and they could get out, the door creaked open.<br/><br/>"What in the name of...?" It was one of the Sorcerer King's immortals, robed and masked to make him indistinguishable from any other. Cyprus had always rolled his eyes at that conceit; it was easy to claim to be immortal when a completely different person could be passed off as the same man. But idiocy of their name aside, they were formidable foes. "Get up," the Immortal demanded. "What have you done to your room, you ingrate? The Sorcerer King, in his infinite wisdom and generosity, grants you freedom, and this is how you repay him? Give me one good reason why I shouldn't report you."<br/><br/>Cyprus looked up at him, then down to Shanna, and let out an exasperated sigh. "You're on your own with this one." The first test of his new Champion. He was expecting her first test to be less, well, stupid.