After her rest, the roving continues

Lavorra lays curled on the petal-bed that seems to support, and also be part of the Alraune. Her legs tucked in, knees pressed to her large, gently rippling chest, she sleeps, looking for all the world like the gentle Wood Elves of ancient myth.

Wood Elf reality is significantly less pastoral and calm, but in this moment, that is exactly what Lavorra is.

She stirs as the Alraune toys with a strand of her fiery tresses, and cracks open an eye, feeling rested and rejuvenated for the first time since setting out. As she stretches, blushing just a little at her nakedness - her host must have undressed her - she looks over the skin of her arms, chest, and legs. No only is her bruise gone, but any grime or other stains, even her sweat has been cleaned away, the only remainder a soft residue like morning dew.

She looks up at the Alraune, who smiles at her kindly, lifting her sharp little chin for a tender kiss, its hand slipping to hold her neck, in a way that is at once dominant and caring. Lavorra sighs happily, relishing the wordless communication with this spirit of nature.

Where the incident with Lorkan’s outlaws seemed to have shattered her faith and her oath, this encounter has given her new courage and conviction. The Ancient World, and the Matron that made it, have come to her aid.

And then some.

She feels ready for what lies ahead, no matter how many randy Daemons she has to fight her way through.

The Alraune shifts on its torso-stalk, and presents Lavorra with her clothes, her tunic and leggings also seeming to have been cleaned. Her shield comes next, buffed to a shining standard. Lastly, the Woodland creature presents Lavorra with a cross between a corset and a chest piece, which looks to be fashioned from leather and bark.

She takes each item with a swelling of her heart, her eyes misting a little as she kneels naked on the giant petals, looking over her refreshed gear.

The armour - she has to admit - doesn’t look quite as protective as her usual plate. And it is perhaps a little too form-flattering. But she suspects there is magic at work in it, and in any case, the gift is heartfelt, and touches her deeply.

She dresses slowly, blushing again as she catches the Alraune watching her, unabashed. She grins, shimmying her bottom as she pulls on the leggings, putting on a little show. Once the corset-armour is on, she finds the Alraune helping her with the laces, and smirks as the creature seems to take great care in ensuring that Lavorra’s wobbling tits are as visible as possible.

With the Paladin dressed, the creature claps its slender hands, and gestures towards the closest tree, a vast and mighty oak.

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Pacing Move [6] Add a Random Event

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Lavorra watches, amazed, as with a mighty crack, the bark of the tree splits open. Within, a swirling green energy materialises, seeming to beckon to her.

A portal?

She looks to the Alraune, which nods, encouragingly. For just a moment, she considers staying here, with this wonderful creature, serving at its pleasure and receiving its protection. But she thinks of Melira, in deadly peril, and the moment passes.

Fearing no ill intent from the Alraune, she throws her arms around it, squeezing it tightly in a grateful hug. Then she readies herself, rolling on her boot heels, and steps through the portal.