#bergen_county

Nab looks over the troll apprecitively, "A marked improvement" Then she realizes "But it's not supposed to be possible"

"Khyal, this is my consort, Nabuni." He introduces. "Nab, isn't the point of it all just that? Doing the impossible?"

"Neat," She admits, and licks her lips a bit at the sight of the troll. Then pulls them to the still changing hallway. A small shelf has turned to hand carved redwood, small knick nackss turn into small tasteful nude sculptures

Adchaen follows along with her.

The place is looking like a grand palace estate the more he walks. A spiral staircase that was once just a typical split level, from below in the kitchen, "Did you find out if our son has lost his mind ? I still don't know why I left when he told me to it was mortifying"

He shares a smile with Nab and Khyal. "Do you want to go to her, or shall I?" He asks the troll.

"As my lord requires," The troll says dutifully "But what should I say?" His mortal seeming is that of a college student "or do?"

Nab smirks "He's right, she may not recognize his better newer self"

"I'll do it, Khyal." Kindly. And he steps into the kitchen. "I'm not crazy." To the woman there. "I'm fine."

"Adam, I am SO ticked at you, but I'm glad you're fine. " She says. Ugh. Downstairs is just drab. This kitchen is so typical, "Look, I didn't know what was going on, so I had to skip shopping with Marsha Wayburton while your father and I sorted out why you picked today of all days to pull somewhere Teenage hold up. He told me about Sam, and I'm sorry, but at your age, it's okay to date around, heartbreak is going to happen. Okay? that doesn't give you the right to speak to us..."

She doesn't understand, can't understand. The Wayburtons are at least good folks for commoners. Zane being a friend.

Adchaen offers his hand. "I'm sorry about all that, though."

"Sorry is a safe out, I wanted to have some fun today and.." She does take it. Then the enchantment flows through her, and her mouth opens and sounds stop going out. Of course, to her it's like meeting some legend-which he supposes he is

He smiles gently. "See? It's ok. Khyal, come here."

"Yes lord," Promplty.

"Lord? What is going..." She gazes at the handsome collegeageboy but she also sees the troll "What's going on? Who or what is this, " she pauses, "he looks kind of like..." Searching and not believing

"He is."

"This is Kyhal." He introduces. "How should we call you?"

"She needs to be changed first, lord," Nab says "Or she won't understand the question," She saunters down "Is she to be a friend or are we casting her out?"

At the sight of the demoness, Mrs. Thomas looks to the Sidhe, "Adam? If that's.. you, why does that woman have horns?"

"Oh...." He tilts his head. "Mom, what would you like to be?"

This seems all to confusing for the woman "be? I .. don't under...giants and elf gods and ..a demon...I haven't seen anything like that since that crazy college party where we tried some of that Peyote for shits and giggles I dont'..." LEarn something new everyday

He laughs, lightly, and it's a joy to hear. "Khyal is your husband. Nabuni is my consort, and advisor. I suppose I should send word, let others know what's happening but.... it's just such a relief to be able to share this with you. You can be -anything-.... what would you like to be?"

"Husband? That's kid, I a bit blue kid but but.. gosh your laugh is like an angels " he can see her shadow shifting. This mortal seeming holds her back from much

"I'd like to have fun more often I guess" She mutters overwhelmed by his presence

"but I have to look after you.."

not quite resentful but resigned

He pauses, thinking, and stills. He nods. "You and the Wayburtons get along ok? "

"Great, I.."A blush "Very well thank you" Enchanted she remembers things

He offers his hand, another shot fo Glamour if she wishes and the memory of the Wayburtons......

A gasp and.. shudder as she takes the hand, and she changes... the Wayburtons on his mind... erasing her troubles.

She youthens, a high school senior or college freshaman of age. Her hair spilling out wild and windblown..horns bursting from her head. Midriffs maybe somewhat out for others, but she bares it well... this new satyress

He puts her hand in Khyal's. "There."

The young satyress kisses Kyhal hotly, and stoic at first, he metls and returns it

"Ah, young love. ...or at least lust," Nab says with a smile

"Nab? Let's find Lily." And he goes in search of his sister, the house changing as he goes.

Then his advisor looks to him, the Chimera follows "I think he'll understand as a satyress she has needs. No doubt Zane will have a go, he's wanted to"

That doesn't bother adchaen as much as it would Adam. Satyrs are..ssatyrs

He nods. "Lily?"

"Of course, but I still don't know what this is I..."

blocking the door to his sister's room is Miss Primrose , the doll

"Stand aside."

She gapes up at the grown chimera, "What's going on?" A look at the sidhe lord garbed in crimson and silver "No.. you, this is impossible, even for us. I do not trust it. You'll hurt Lily"

"I will not. She's my sister."

"You think this comes without a price?" Miss Primrose says "Dreams come true, but there is always a price. And I sense something..."

He could render her inert, or transform this doll, he could also just dictum it away

"Would you like to be as Nab is?"

"What , nearly naked?" Doll Brow

"Oh I am about to pick you up and drop you out a window ..." Nabuni says

"Try it, slattern" the inaminae says