#bergen_county

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

As he says it, something tugs at him. IS he neglecting the duties of his ruler ship? Where did that thought come from?

"Nab?" Uncertainly. "What's going on?

"You're a sidhe now, my lord," She says "I mean, you sure taste like a ..." A blush "Even Fiona don't think about nothing but ahem. Well..."

A pleased smile. "I am? Good."

"Well, if it is a dream it's a dream where you seem to be brining the dreaming with..."

"Adam, what is WRONG in there? You can talk to us"

He sits up in bed, looking at the door in puzzlement. "But they don't know, do they? They can't see?"

"No lord, but..." She gestures to the chamber now like a lord's boudair, "You should be able to do this either" A glance to herself "Or change me. What else can you change?" Surprised look at him.

A shrug. "I don't know. All this changed because I wanted it to; I didn't do anything special."

The magic of the door is fading

He gestures at it to shore it up.

And it's shored up

"Ten minutes and I'm getting the powerdrill"

"is there some reason you won't talk to them?" Nab looks at him like he's very confusing

"Well, I was kind of busy there for a few minutes." He grins. "Is there something I should be doing? They seem worried."

"A few minutes? Adchean, we've been in here for over an hour and a half.."

A smile "Not that I wasn't impressed. But from their perspective you've locked yourself in you room for two hours total and won't listen to them."

"Of course they're worried, they're mortals, and their teenager is clearly doing more than relieving himself"

"Seems silly, but.... " He stands. "I should let them see me, see that I'm ok?" He looks around for clothes.

"Nab, if I open the door, will all this go away?"

The clothes whip to his form with a gesture, redressing him

"I don't know," She says "I don't.. think so? " Curious

He takes her hand. "I don't want it to go away."

She takes his hand "My lord, a prince does not rule only his own room, and a knight does not stay cloistered. "

He nods, serious. "I understand. Nab.... you know how much you mean to me, any size, right? Not just for your body, not just sex. You know, right?"

"My lord forgets, I am wholy dream, bound to my nature of desire, but..." a smile, then a look around "I don't know what this is, but it's not like any Dream dance I've heard of, or Dream period. We'll find out what it is"

He nods, and still holding her hand, he opens the door.

His father looks at him, "Adam, you've got a lot of explaining to do. Your mother is worried you're having a break down or doing drugs . Now I know you just broke up, but damn it son, you don't treat people like..."

The mortal is talking... and Adchean doesn't mind the mortal really, fond memories of him being a fine host and kindly father figure, and yet.. he seems distant somewhat. A gray blotch on what could be his colorful hold

He tries to look as though he's listening, and is regretful for apparent misbehavior.

"Look, I know hearbreak can't be fixed with a pizza," Mr. Thomas puts a hand on his shoulder then gazes in surprise as glamour flows up his arm "Son? What..."

"It's ok, dad. I'm ok."

He tries to help the mortal, keep him calm.

The glow surrounds him. And the Noble realizes that much like the walls, this man is subject to change.... but what? does he just let whim flow , or try to focus for a specific choice? The shadow of the man seems to twist as he gazes on his son's true visage.

"What, is going on?" the enchanted man asks

"I'm not really sure. But it's not bad." He answers honestly. "Is there something you'd rather be, or do?"

"I just... want to take care of you" He says

Well, the hold could use a butler or a guardsman

"But I can take care of myself. And I should, shouldn't I? Lily, though.... she will need your protection."

"What are you..." And suddenly his father gasps and changes... growing large and powerful, a new troll. A man at arms and guards man...

Oh that's good, he's not so cold now. He's looking younger... at little.. why not? he doesn't need a father to tell him what to do. So....

Adchaen smiles. "You're in good company, now."

The Wilder Troll looks like a linebacker in a college football team for build, only blue and even bigger. His chain shirt silver and shining, and a half cape (Half for a troll) of Crimson. He has a massive sshield

And he bows, 'Thank you, my lord. I had lost my head. I was confused. It is this place I think?" A look at the ordinary hallway

Adchaen gestures, changing the hall to a more appropriate vision.

"What do I call you?" He asks the troll.

The hall snaps to the opulence a sidhe lord expects, rich tapestries.

Fine stone work

"Khyal, My Lord. I feel strong and ready to aid you in whatever is needed" The troll warrior says.