From "The Legends of the Hollowed Lands (edited edition)." Chapter 9, page 117.
Few elves knew their trade so well as the lovely Holléna of Eria's Enchantments. Her eyes were bright, and her fingers nimble, guiding her to ever greater feats of spell and yarn, woven together into impossible garments. The singing of her scissors whispered into the winds, and called forth the colors painted by the seasons and sunrise. It was in the comfort of this craft that Allaria might find the comfort, encouragement, and most importantly beauty, she would need to approach her lover. Holléna was young, yes, but she had passion, and their passions could never lead them wrong!
Jon had taken to uttering an endless stream of curses into his mind... or was it Allaria's mind? He was starting to wonder if he weren't more passenger than pilot, simply making suggestions the way a court advisory might. The cussing had not been successful, and if anything, it had resulted in him losing whatever control he had.
Allaria had since waxed romantic, and a stream of saccharine praise for the knight had come tumbling out of her lips. "He is as a pillar of stone among reeds. So strong, and sure, compared to those men of our own kind." The young seamstress tittered as Allaria blathered on. Holléna had primed a well of naive childish adoration, made flawless cannon of a cheap fantasy novel, and now watched as the silly spring gushed forth. "Yet, he was not short like the river men who often trade with our people, rather tall and regal, with hair as dark as night, and eyes like the shinning stars." Jon would have gagged if he could, and gushed forth with his own flow of mental curses in an attempt to drown out the sounds coming from his own lips. "Oh, Holléna, you know not how precious his touch has become to me. A new life flows through me, as the melting glaciers of the southern mountains flow into the life giving streams into the plains." Something about that statement caught Jon's attention. New life? Allaria paused, and Jon felt a chance to intervene.
He started to speak, as did Allaria, but he held his tongue. "I can't just say what I think." Jon reminded himself. "I have to say this as Allaria... I have to get into character."
"It was a touch that called out to me from beyond a great distance." Surprisingly Allaria spoke his words exactly, and for a moment the separation between Jon, and his body diminished. "For I saw in it, the life of a noble human." Jon had intend to say man, not human, but close enough. "And in that moment..." Allaria's voice turns wistful. "I felt as a bird, in a gilded cage, locked away from the adventures and wonders of the Hollowed Lands. I wish to see these lands, live them, and experience all the wonder and danger they have to offer." Allaria became somber, but Jon beamed on the inside. He had control. He'd done it, at least for the moment.
She was naked now, save for a lacy pair of panties, but neither Holléna nor Allaria seemed to mind. Why should they? They were both girls... Though some of Jon's own discomfort bled into Allaria's own self consciousness. She crossed her arms over her sizable bust, causing Holléna to intervene. "Princess, have faith. You stray so easily into your worry." Allaria, and Jon let go, and peered into the mirror before them. It was composed of 5 panes in a large semi circle, allowing Jon a perfect view of Allaria's gravity defying figure. He smiled, and Allaria did too, though for very different reasons. This was the first time he'd really seen his new body naked, and he had to admit, it was a sight to behold. Wondering if he couldn't perhaps take advantage of the situation, he turned a little to the side, and put his finger on his bottom lip and pouted innocently. The performance, which would have been at best humiliating in his previous body translated perfectly through his Allaria filter. The princess really seemed innocent, and pouty, and that made the sight all the naughtier.
"Holléna," Jon whined. "I would like to wear a human garment. I hear some of their women even wear trousers." Jon smiled at the victory. He was getting used it. The more in character, the more control. But, if you were a quick thinker, you could say anything with even a lousy excuse.
Holléna, at last, seemed taken aback. "P-princess, you can't." She put her hands on her hips, and took a break from measuring Jon to titter. "The queen would not even allow you out of the boutique dressed as such, and my own mother would surely force me into trousers as punishment!"
"Then let us do it together!" Jon beamed eagerly, and turned to the taller elf. Her hands were clasped before her chest, and her eyes were bright with excitement.
Holléna stared for a moment, then burst out into a musical laughter. "You really are love sick!" She declared. "Did you forget that I have been preparing your gown for the summit for the entire season!"
For a moment, Jon wanted to fight back, and push her point, but considered that this gown was probably a "big" plot point for the story, and decided it'd be better to keep control. "Very well, show me the fruits of your labor." A thought came to her mind. "But make me trousers, a tunic, and cloak, in secret." Jon was thrilled even as the words rolled off her tongue. She was certain that the Allaria filter never would have allowed that. "Something that will disguise me as a human." Again Jon had intended to say 'man', but human was close enough.
Holléna continued to titter, but nodded. "As you wish princess, now please settle down, that I may fit your gown." She sashayed over to an upright wooden figure, clothed in a very complicated seeming dress. "In it, I have woven the very spirit of the spring meadows, and will bloom throughout the summit."
//not everything I intended to write, but I'm tired. I figure we can jump back and forth between Karyn and Jon, and thought that giving Jon a bit of genuine control, while also forcing him to roleplay Allaria to do so, would be an interesting dynamic.
