By Bolgerjc
"I think the town of Summer Dale might have the right people to get us headed in the proper direction," Sir Garrett answered. "We might not be able to get a cure there but it likely has at least a hedge wizard who will be able to determine the source."
Albert agreed as he took down the camp while he stole glances at the female form of Sir Garrett. His strict studies and hard work as a squire prevented much interaction with those of the fairer sex. The large curves were enticing and pleasing to his eyes and though his thoughts were warming his face and he found he couldn't prevent them even as he tried to focus on his work. He wished he had time to perform some of his meditation exercises but they were in a hurry.
Sir Garrett for her part she had noticed the looks and embarrassment on her young squire's face, but she couldn't blame him. The new form of the paladin was distracting for her as well, certainly more than for the young squire. Breasts jostled around as she moved causing twinges of pleasure as they caressed her nipples. She wanted to scream in frustration, but Sir Garrett stifled the urge to prevent scaring Albert.
Going through her equipment she selected a short sword and a few small blades to carry while the rest were packed away as likely too heavy for her to properly use in combat. She took a few practice swings so she could adjust to the new weights attached to her chest. The practice swings helped make her almost passable for a novice, but her former strength was proven to be greatly diminished and much of her sword skills seemed to have been robbed from her mind. Sir Garrett decided it was best to mention it to Albert in case it was only a temporary affliction brought on by stress and possibly her new shape being foreign to what she was used to.
Packing the camp didn't take long for the experience travelers and they were soon riding on the road to Summer Dale. The ride through the forest was pleasant with a gentle breeze keeping the insects away from the riders. They spotted the smoke from the home before they topped the crest of the hill and they smelled drew welcome to their hearts and more directly their stomachs from the long days travel.
'I know we are both hungry and tired but perhaps we should obtain some proper clothing for you before we go to the Inn,' Albert suggested.
'I do not intend to remain in this form long enough to need them,' Sir Garrett snapped, but the blushing from her squire made her look down to see the sweat from the ride had soaked the clothing she was wearing making them transparent. 'Perhaps there is some wisdom in what you say.'
