<div class="floatleft">(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mczjrynB9C1qf95qio1_r1_1280.png)</div>Why the ancient dragoness had decided to call him (or, right now, her) 'Triple A' annoyed Alexandra. Why not just Apprentice Alistair? That was what he (she, damn pronoun troubles!) usually went by.<br/><br/>Alexandra Aloysius Alistair sighed. Earlier that day she had accidentally triggered the transformation from male to female, and had been unable to change back. There were a lot of people here he had wanted to meet, and had not particularly wanted to do so as a she. But this strange little curse that damned succubus had put on him for giggles had made his normal plans rather difficult. So, Alexandra was determined to keep a low-ish profile, listen to the Watcher's various whims, not antagonize the Weeping Rose Battle-Nuns they had an uneasy alliance with, and make sure that Paratha was kept happy. At least she had followed the old dragoness's suggestion about costumes. Not that she ever wore any outfit but these stylish robes that could also be armor. No need to ever use anything else, really.<br/><br/>So, the nearly albino woman stood solemnly outside the castle, gripping her spellbook. "The teleport spell worked then, Shayla." She said quietly. "This is going to be a dangerous event, so please behave yourself."