"How are you still not packed Izzy?" I yelled down the hall. I stood in her dorm which looked more like a dishevelled mystical laboratory. While admiring her many alchemical ingredients, magical components and enchantment tools, I caught my reflection in an extravagant silver mirror. I paused to study myself. My long blonde hair was perfectly held up by intricate braids, which showed off my small peaked ears. My soft make-up brightened my hazel eyes. A simple but elegant green dress with a brown leather waist cincher showed off my slender taught frame; comfortable clothing for the long journey we had before us.
Isabella entered the room handed me a ten foot pole with brass collars down it and started rummaging through a wooden trunk.
Perplexed I asked "What on earth do you need this for?"
"Don't worry, it collapses, the collars unthread." She assured me.
"It's so like you to pack everything but the larder wash basin." I chided her.
Sunlight shone through a large window and illuminated an interesting shape on her desk. I leaned the pole against the wall as I walked toward the glowing magical device. I picked it up to inspect it. It was about 8 inches long, translucent and smooth like glass, but weighed almost nothing. It was warm to the touch. The tip of the shaft was soft and rounded like a mushroom cap. Although it was clear, I could see and feel light blue veins pulse through it, a gentle ribbing along its smooth surface. As I handled it, the colour deepened and the veins became more embossed. I felt my nethers moisten and my mouth gape open in disbelief as I realized what it was. Attached at the base was a soft, supple deerskin pouch. I gently grasped the cushy sac which made a milky oil flow through the center of the shaft; spill down the head and onto my hand. I giggled aloud. Isabella looked over at me and blushed somewhat embarrassed but proud of the device she noticed I had in my hands.
"It's exactly what you think it is." Isabella grinned "It was a project for an enchanting class. From a mystical academic standpoint it's not that impressive, but it got me a course credit and it sure is a lot of fun to play with."
My gaze riveted to the device, I smiled and said "Throw this in your pack, it's coming with us. Now hurry up the carriage is waiting."
It was a long carriage ride from the Mage's College Isabella studied at to my mother's village in Crag Marsh. I was approaching my 24th birthday and looking forward to visiting her for the occasion. I heard the sharp crack of a whip and the driver yell to the horse as the carriage started out with a sharp jolt. I could feel every bump resonate through my body. Isabella and I talked about how excited she was to be finished school and start training the shaman at my mother's village. After a while, Isabella fell asleep and with no one to entertain me I was bored. I stared at her as she slept. Isabella was stunning. She was the same age as me, but didn't look a day over 18. Her wavy inky black hair tumbled down over her small perky breasts which were held up by a blue paisley bodice. Her tasseted skirt was slit to her long powerful thighs, showing off her glowing tan skin. She wore leather sandals with straps crossing her ankles and up her shins. How did she always look so impeccable I often wondered? It must have been magic.
I slid open the tiny window and yelled to the coach driver "How much longer until we reach the Marsh?"