"Wow,...that means a lot to me!" Elena exclaimed.  "But...it will be kind of hard to adjust.  I mean, it's not just every day you meet a member of the royal family.  But I'll try my best."<br/><br/>Elena finally finished studying her spellbook and closed it with a quick<em>clap.</em>"Hey, can you lend me that treatise on cosmology?  I can let you see my spellbook in exchange."<br/><br/>The text within Elena's spellbook did not look so much like a written treatise so much as a series of scribbles and manuscripts with no rhyme or meaning: curving flowing letters within one sentence turn to blocky runes, but Aelwen could swear that she didn't see the text change before her eyes.  The words are hard to look at, seemingly squiggling at the corners of her vision and making her eyes water.<br/><br/>"Heh, sorry about that," Elena said.  "The script within spellbooks aren't a language so much as an intuitive way of making sense of something that cannot be put into words.  Only a few people are capable of finding the hidden meaning and learning magic, so I thought that as one with holy magic you might be able to understand."<br/><br/>She shrugged her shoulders.  "Magic doesn't seem to be as universal as I thought.  Despite our nature as studious people, arcanists such as myself are only capable of understanding our powers for but an instant.  That's why I need to study my spellbook every day; the knowledge I retain is all too easy to forget within a day."<br/><br/><br/>She resumed reading the tome for a little while.  "This is quite interesting.  This work proposes the theory of other planes of existence, like the spirit world, being layers of reality encased within each other.  Just like how some people can see ghosts, or how the four essences of Elemental Planes are present in our world, do our realities mix.  It makes a lot of sense once you think about it; I have yet to find a better explanation in my studies."<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">A Night of Revelry</span></span></div><br/>Eventually Aelwen and Elena retired for the night.  They slept a good long while but were awakened by the flickering lights outside their tent amid the sounds of joy and laughter.<br/><br/>Looking outside revealed a scene straight out of a fairy tale book.  Colorful plants and flowers sprung up around the forest in rainbow-like patterns as all manner of fairies, from elves to dryads and winged pixies dancing, drinking, talking, and performing.<br/><br/>Although cautious at first, the fairies paid no heed to Elena and Aelwen crashing their party.  More than a few gave friendly waves and shouts of "welcome!" to the newcomers.<br/><br/>"So, what's the celebration for?" Elena asked a passing pixie.<br/><br/>"To enjoy life," she answered before darting between the trees in a graceful arc.<br/><br/>"You must be tired after such a long day of travel," came a voice.  "Relax, have fun, and forget the worries of tomorrow!"<br/><br/>Turning around they saw a long-haired satyr, lounging amid the grape bushes with a posture of satisfied contentedness.<br/><br/>Elena blushed a little.  Feeling shy, she averted eye contact.  "T-thanks," she replied.  "U-um, who might you be?"<br/><br/>"My name is Ambrosius," the satyr answered, standing up to extend his hand in greeting.  "And what might your names be?"<br/><br/>"My name's Elena, and this is my friend Eleniel," she said, shaking his hand.  "Hey, um, do you know how much longer it is to Nar?  It's a port city to the north, near the coast."<br/><br/>"I know little of that land, but if I know humans, they love to connect their cities by roads.  Follow the trail and you should get there in no time at all."<br/><br/>He approached closer, his hand softly touching Aelwen's chin and turning her gaze to meet his gem-green eyes.  "Do not worry, for you and your friend are in safe hands.  No harm shall come to you as long as you do not visit it upon anyone."<br/><br/>Elena looked over with a hint of jealousy.<br/><br/>"Why don't I show you two around?  The fruit over here is the freshest you'll fine, picked straight off the vine!  Have you not seen a more glorious shade of red roses?"  Before either Aelwen or Elena noticed it, they were led by the hands by Ambrosius.<br/><br/>"I don't want to get too drunk," Elena said.  "I need a clear mind to retain my...talents."<br/><br/>"Ah, but there are many pleasures to be had here than just drink!  Let me show you."<br/><br/>Seemingly out of nowhere he produced a set of pan-pipes.  The tune he played was oddly mesmerizing, sending a pleasant tingling sensation throughout Aelwen's body from her fingers to her toes.<br/><br/><em>Roll a Saving Throw for Aelwen</em><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/GZ9Nsqk.jpg?1)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Success</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her vision blurred as a kaleidoscope of colors danced across her eyes.  Her sense of the past and future began to fade, gradually removing her worries and fears, but she maintains a strong enough hold on her own mind to resist.  She snaps out of her trance and finds herself in control once again.  But even that fleeting tune was enough to offer tantalizing fantasies of what <em>could happen</em> should she decide to cast aside her inhibitions for the night...</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Failure</div><div class="spoiler_body">Her vision blurred as a kaleidoscope of colors danced across her eyes.  Her sense of the past and future began to fade, gradually removing her worries and fears until they were no more.  Her desire for pleasure flared up, taking in the sights of young, beautiful fey partaking in earthly delights without abandon.  Amrosia in particular appeared especially ravishing, and almost unconsciously she disrobed, her womanhood tingling with desire and her lips craving the touch of intimacy.<br/><br/>Aelwen and Elena were running through the woods unclad in a dreamlike state of bliss, chasing and being chased by Ambrosius and other handsome elven and satyr men in turn.  The telltale caresses, grabs, and gropes squeezed their young and tender flesh as their tongues of them and their romantic paramours explored each others' mouths.  Giggling as the group rolled them over onto the grass onto their backs, Elena found her legs spread open ready to take in her first lover, and soon Aelwen was in the same position.</div></div>