"It might be the same boar, it might." She giggled, then smirking. "Oh and if you were to bathe in the pool you wouldn't have to worry about dressing up in those same clothes, because you'd be no taller than we are, for a while. Then we could have some fun, bathe together, sing and dance, enjoy a little wine and be wild. And stories! Lots and lots of stories. We'd trade stories for our wine."<br/><br/>She smiled a little slyly. "Revel in the night." She poked his chest and snickered. "Or a week. Or a month. Maybe a year would pass by. You would have too much fun to pay attention, I assure you." She shifted a little and he could feel a foot against his chest, her thigh over his shoulder as she became visible, her other leg off the shoulder in the air, her wings keeping her 'sitting' on the edge but not falling any lower.<br/><br/>"Hmm, if you want to hunt the boar, I suggest you try to be careful, its got sharp horns and it can cause a lot of trouble."