1223-1226 In the Living Years

OK, I'll double check but I think updated Alexei to reflect that, his Perception I believe was going to get worse.

After a couple of minutes without a response, the transformed Fiona inches over to a window to see if any lights are on, and listens intently for any signs that Korvin is home. (Per 0 + Awareness 3 + die roll of 4 = 7.))

She pounds a little harder on the door. [color=blue]"Korvin! It's Fiona. Are you home?"

Bang! Bang!
On the door, baby!

A light comes on in the cottage and in a moment the door opens with a very sleepy looking Korvin holding a flame in one upturned hand and the other is trying to keep a blanket wrapped around him. Come in. Come in. it must be freezing out there. He seems to say this without really looking but once inside, he stares at Blanche/Fiona for a full 5 seconds as his brain slowly wakes up. Fiona? The light goes out as Korvin loses his concentration.

Fiona smiles to herself as Korvin stands there dumbfounded. [color=blue]"I was trying to cast a spell to change how I looked for a little while, and my magic got away from me," she says. She then spontaneously casts a Creo Ignem to suffuse the room with moonlight (or the equivalent)

((CrIg base 1, R: Touch +1, D: Diameter +1, T: Room +2, for a final spell level of 5. Sta 3 + Cr 6 + Ig 5 + Aura 5 + (die roll of 0, followed by a 9, so no botch) = 19, halved is 10. Maybe she needs to do less sponting.))

[color=blue]"So, I was wondering what you thought," she says as she lets the blanket fall to the floor to reveal her new form (5'2", larger breasts, fuller hips, looks to be about half as old as she looked before, long flowing white hair notwithstanding). [color=blue]"And I want to see what it's like to be with someone about the same size, for a change." She wraps herself around Korvin and kisses him hungrily. If he's willing, she is insatiable that night, and neither one gets any sleep to speak of.

When the house is a rockin' Don't come a knocking :smiley:

I guess Korvin is very late to his lab work the next day.

A couple of weeks after Fiona's botch wears off (say, the end of January or so in 1227), she pays a call to Rashid the silk weaver.

[color=blue]"May I have a seat?" she asks.

[color=blue]"I want to thank you for the kindness you showed me when I wasn't quite myself last month."

[color=blue]"To that end, I wish to commission a dress from you. I'm sure you know that we, the magi from across France and beyond, will be holding a meeting here this summer, in the middle of June. At this meeting, we will be having a grand ball. I would like you to make me a dress for the ball. I will leave the details up to you, since you're the expert. All I ask is that it be very alluring. I want people, when they see me in the dress, to want to get me out of that dress," she says with a grin.

[color=blue]"How much would you normally charge for such a dress, for someone of my stature?"

She won't even bother to negotiate. When Rashid names his price, she pulls out her purse, counts out his price, and hands it to him. [color=blue]"Here is half. I'll pay the other half when it's finished. And thank you, again."