Analia, the weather witch

Liandra felt her legs wobbly as she tried to walk out of the storage room, and her rear entrance still burned. But she eventually gathered the strength and confidence to venture out, and if the ogling mariners leered because they understood her fate, or if it was just because they wished to inflict similar pain, they still didn't act on their desire.

There weren't many doors below decks, Gaul was singing as he prepared the crew´s next meal, there was another that lead to a spartan, empty room and another where injured sailors received treatment from a rather attractive brunette. She looked up at the princess, and when she asked for the weather witch, the healer just pointed to the last door.

Analia, the weather witch, wasn't what Liandra was waiting for. She expected the weather witch to be a raving old woman, a lunatic touched by the spirits of the Sea. Instead she found an elegant woman in her early forties, someone that should have been at the royal court, not serving inside a ship. She was also quite polite and well mannered, and Liandra started to wonder if she was, in fact, an exiled noble.

"I wonder, did you perhaps come from another country? your dress and words mark you noble, but I don't think I ever saw you or a relative of yours." The princess was still standing, despite the minutes the two spent talking up to that point.

"No, this is merely the Craft, Princess." She removed a collar she was wearing, and her appearance changed dramatically. Her hair proved disreveled and unwashed, her skin younger and freckled, she was every bit the sailor, except lacking nothing in charm. The princess felt rather foolish, but was curious about her Craft. Chive, of course, told he had already noticed it.

"I sense in you a fairly large amount of power, it is unusual that someone as strong didn't get training before. Yes, Liandra, let me teach you a few cantrips." But when Analia invited the princess to sit next to her, Liandra confessed discomfort, and the experience she had just a little before. Analia found it terribly amusing, and her gay laugh made Liandra also think less of it.

"Here, lean over and I will apply this oilment. It will heal the discomfort" The princess obeyed, and had to endure the beholderkin´s taunts as the other woman probed her ass. "You do look the most lovely just like that, princess" said Chive after a long while

The lessons were brief, and Analia had never seen someone pick up cantripts that fast. So she offered to teach Liandra one spell.