In Over His Head! [A sexy, Mini Giantess romcom/fantasy adventure in Tamriel]

Chp 4 "A Lady's Things.."

Edovan was determined to find something to wear. But not so determined he was willing to go with one of Yagaritte's transparent shifts or a pair of her flimsy panties. Truthfully he'd actually already considered both at one point but the size difference between them made it all but impossible. He might as well use the enormous sheet he had discarded on the bed after she was safely gone. He felt a little self conscious padding about her room completely naked with a halfy still going from her teasing earlier. But desperate times, desperate measures! He was opening anything that he could open, searching every nook and cranny.

She had sooo much stuff! He doubted even she knew everything she had amassed. She was clearly quite the adventurer. He was admiring an ancient imperial tapestry from the Alessian empire when he spotted a large wooden chest pushed back underneath a table covered in ancient pottery and dead discarded soul gems. It was not as heavy as he expected it to be and he lugged it easily from its hiding spot underneath and placed it in the middle of the room. It was covered in dust and hadn't been opened for some time. The lock was modern though and it only took one quick Open spell to unlatch it. He lifted the lid back carefully.

There was a small burlap bag in the bottom. He reached in and pulled it out. It held several small hard objects of uniform size and it tinkled slightly as its contents shifted inside the bag. He reached in carefully and drew one out.

He recognized it immediately as a holographic memory crystal. Through a magical principle similar to soul gems these crystals could be enchanted to hold and project a single 3 dimensional visual and auditory experience from the direct memory of the enchanter. Wizards liked to use them to leave behind detailed messages for those who found their secret lairs centuries later. Messages like "DIE YOU MISERABLE RAT INFESTED MAGGOTS" and "GAZE UPON THE TOMB OF THE MOST POWERFUL WIZARD WHO EVER LIVED", etc. Wizards were an egotistical lot.

It was not easy magic, or cheap, though, so Edovan was mystified to find the rest of the bag containing dozens of identical crystals. Provided you could find someone capable of enchanting them they were worth a small fortune in the right circles, so why were there so many, and why did Yagaritte have them? Or better, why hadn't she sold them?

Was it possible they had already been used? It was a one time only process. You couldn't enchant a crystal again with new information if it had already been used, which meant the crystal at that point was really only worth the information that was on it. This begged the question, of course, what could possibly be on them? And could he figure out how to activate them?

He held the crystal in his hands and searched the archives of his mind for the proper technique. He looked closely at both ends of the crystal. Sure enough there were tiny runes etched into the rosy pink quartz-like surface. By holding it on that end in his hand, and concentrating his majika on the other end, it should activate. Then he just had had to tap his hand on the other end and draw it upward slowly like he was pulling the image upward out of the crystal, and the recorded illusion should spring into being above the crystal! He was so clever!

It was true of course, Edovan, if not exactly worldly wise, was in actuality, an extremely intelligent individual. And like most extremely intelligent individuals, his thoughts ran in very rapid and logical directions. But they also ran in very narrow paths. Like a laser. So while he was focused intently on recalling ancient Magika techniques that he he'd only ran across once in a dusty tome deep in the off limits section of Academia Majika library, he completely forgot, of course, that he was stark naked in the middle of the floor of another woman's room with a partial erection (knowledge is exciting!).

And, more importantly, that he also forgot to lock the door as instructed...

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