Sigrid, mage in training

Fendis came loping back over to Alis and her mother with a bundle in her arms just before they reached the edge of the woods, buildings visible behind her through the gaps between trees. Alis eagerly reclaimed her simple woolen dress, hose, shoes, and underthings, not even noticing that she left her body exposed to the other girl as she turned and ducked behind a bush to redress.

Even stained with dirt and berry juice, it was a relief to be wearing clothes again. Her nudity was embarrassing enough on its own, but it was so much worse to be seen like that next to her mother. Alis didn't dislike her body, but even with her own elven blood it couldn't hold a candle to Sedainaris' supernatural beauty. Aside from her bigger breasts, she also had longer legs and a thinner waist, not to mention the grace and confidence of a woman with nearly a century of life-experience. Beside her Alis couldn't help feeling a tad inadequate, not helped by her lacking the coppery skin tone and natural absence of body hair of a full elf. Though she still hadn't decided whether the green thatch between her legs was more embarrassing on its own than if her privates were left bare and unprotected to the world.

Putting such thoughts aside, she straightened her outfit, brushing off as much dirt as she could as the three of them re-entered to town proper. Crossing the distance to the three-story wooden inn that was the heart of Maplewald, they passed under the hanging sign of a cheerful woman with large antlers and entered the main tavern area. It was fairly busy despite the early hour, mostly travelers with a few locals mixed in who had nothing better to do or were simply shirking their duties. The Rack and Tail was rarely empty, and it was easy to guess why as the still-nude Sedainaris stepped forward to embrace the rugged, dark-haired man behind the counter.

Alis' father kissed his wife deeply, to the whistling approval of the patrons. He reached around and gave her a firm clap on the ass, making her jump and pull back with a gasp, a strand of saliva breaking as their lips parted. "Albrecht, not in front of the kids," she chided breathlessly.

Albrecht chuckled, dipping down to kiss her neck as he groped her. "Sorry Eda, I can't hold myself back. I just love you so much," he said.

"Hmm, I can feel your 'love,' dear," she said, running a hand down his chest to his groin. "Oh my, you're fit to burst, aren't you?"

Alis made a face and turned away, trying to tune out her parents' amorous words. Her eyes landed on a familiar head of platinum-blonde hair in the corner booth, and she rushed over with Fendis in tow.

"Hail, Sigrid!"

The girl in question didn't respond, icy blue eyes locked on to the spectacle at the front of the tavern. Her normally pale skin was lightly flushed and she couldn't seem to sit still, hips wiggling on the bench. She was wearing a dress of black silk, loose in the long sleeves and skirt but tight around her hips and torso. It looked quite elegant, but that was hardly unusual for her; as a scion of the House of Fulser, Sigrid had a taste for luxuries not normally associated with the sleepy town of Maplewald, though her branch of the famous merchant clan wasn't nearly as wealthy or prominent as the main family based in the city-state of Lüdamm. Around her neck was a thin silver choker with a purple gem in the center, a mage's focus.

She finally seemed to notice their approach and quickly shut the book laying open in front of her, Fendis tilting her head at the sudden movement. Sigrid started to grimace at their dirty clothes, but stilled as she noticed the sweetly-smelling purple stains. "Oh, did Frau Sedainaris make goodberries?" she asked, failing to act casual.

"I did," Alis bragged, "Mother taught me the spell just this afternoon."

"I see, that is quite impressive. Perhaps a demonstration is in order?" A pleading note entered Sigrid's voice, even as she kept her face carefully blank.

Alis flushed. "N-not right now. It, uh, takes a while to set up."

"Here." Fendis stepped forward, offering a handful of mushy berries from her pocket. Sigrid wrinkled her nose, but reluctantly accepted the dripping pile after a moment.

"...Thanks, Fendis," she sighed, shooting Alis a long-suffering look that suddenly morphed into a light frown. "Hang on, did your breasts grow while I was away?"

"Um, maybe? I- eep!" Sigrid stood and took two quick steps towards Alis, leaning in to push their chests together. From so close, she could tell that her dress was quite tight indeed... and she didn't seem to be wearing anything underneath it, judging by the hard nubs poking into her.

"Five hells, you are bigger than me," she pouted, cheeks puffing out. Alis looked up at her with a blush and squirmed in place, unable to pull back due to the table pressing into her butt. Even as Sigrid glowered down at their busts, Alis was desperately wishing that she could trade some of her size there for a couple inches of height instead. Even Fendis was taller than her, for goodness' sake!

Alis was about to ask her to back up a bit, when both of their attention was caught by the door being flung open across the room.

"Ahh, it's good to be back!"