The Crucible Campaign

3: The Floating City

.^^Renata,owner of 'The Lady Fae'^^

— Cassidy —

Waking up and not reaching for a wheelchair was a very freeing feeling. Tommy, half-asleep but used to the routine, had sleepily crawled over to me, and was looking for my prosthetics, until I tapped her with my foot, and wiggled my bronze toes in her face.

She reared back, crinkling her nose up, and then laughed softly. "Alright, you're good, I guess..." she stood and cracked her back loudly, protesting the hard packed-dirt-covered-in-a-sheet-beds nonverbally.

I laughed and sprang up, feeling refreshed and spry. "Wimp." I swatted her ass, and dodged her retaliatory swing, prompting a rough wrestling match for the first time in several years. The effort would normally have left us sweaty and slick, but our skin didn't seem capable of sweat, or maybe we hadn't exerted ourselves enough to make it happen.

I stood, victorious, and stretched slowly, working all my muscles into proper form for the day. As I thought this, my muscles visibly altered, becoming a bit lankier, built for stamina, instead of strength, like before. Trying to change it again yielded no change at all, which was odd.

"What's wrong?" Tommy asked quietly.

"My muscles did a thing... hey, try to shape your muscles for a specific activity. Humor me." I hummed.

She shrugged and closed her eyes. Instantly, her muscles bulked, then condensed, visibly smaller, but the energy that radiated off of her got more powerful. "How's that?" She asked.

"What were you trying to do?"

"Prep myself for a day in the forge?" She opened one eye, and looked down at her skin, and the denser muscles. "Aha! It did a thing! Interesting..."

I nodded and walked out with her on my heels, and rapped my knuckles on ma's door, bracing myself for anything.

The door swung open, and my naked mother grinned, ignoring the sight of her husband on the bed, his arms and legs spread and tied into an inglorious pose which I immediately turned my sight away from. "Alright... we've established that you still have no boundaries. Wonderful. What do we plan on doing today?" I asked, crossing my arms.

She hummed. "Well, we move further into the city, and find the most powerful Mage or whatever the fuck, and see if they can send us home. If not, we get some semi-permanent lodgings, and figure it out from there."

I nodded. "Alright... I'll be downstairs eating, you can join us whenever you're finished with your breakfast." I smirked and turned, heading down the stairs as she laughed, closing the door and returning to her carnal pursuits.

The small woman that seemed to own and run the place looked up from the bar, as we walked in, and grinned. "Ahh, up with the sun, I see! 'Ave a seat, I'll get ye some food soon as it's done cookin'!" She nodded, and gestured at the open tables.

One of the other patrons called out groggily to her, waving gently. "A cup of coffee would not be remiss, my dear?" The small blue-skinned man sighed, and then rubbed his eyebrows. As he did, small tufts of what looked like cloud fell off of him, from his skin directly.

I raised an eyebrow slowly, and hummed. "What might he be?" I asked softly.

"I'm a genaasi, don't you recognize your own kind? Are you still asleep, my dear?" He yawned forcefully, and slumped into his table, snoring quietly.

She chuckled, then stuck her head into the kitchen, and came back with a platter of bacon and eggs, setting it on our table. "Now! I'll start yer tab, what'll ye be havin' te drink with yer breakfast?"