Author's Note: "Custom", a ten-part series, starts the morning AFTER "Luck", another ten-part series, with the same cast. If you haven't read "Luck", I advise starting there first as I cannot guarantee this story will make perfect sense when read alone. All characters are over the age of 18.
If you're not a fan of slutty sorceresses, medieval fantasy violence, mild mind control, or romance, I advise you to turn back now. For everyone else I give you "Custom", Part 2 in the Talos of Evora series.
A New Day
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Casiama awoke to the tranquil sounds of an unmolested forest, the light of the morning sun bursting joyously through the treeline. She rolled gently onto her side as her light green eyes fluttered open, soaking in the beautiful view with a smile before removing herself from her plush bear-fur sleeping bag.
Casiama danced with a troupe of colorful butterflies to the symphony of cheerful birds as she made her way towards the small pond she had decided to sleep near. She pulled her white, sheer sleeping gown over her head before discarding them on the forest floor with a dainty flick of her wrist. She hummed a tune of a song which she had long forgotten the lyrics to as she stepped into the refreshing water and floated towards the center with little haste. She rubbed a suddenly-present viscous liquid into her cascading, straight hair as she floated.
She was nearing her goal, she thought, her long brown hair flowing around her lithe, tanned form as she lay soaking in the chilled water of a morning forest. After two months of venturing over freezing mountains and the human-occupied lands of her forefathers, Casiama was maybe two weeks from reaching her family's mausoleum. The complex, a monument to her family's wisdom and courage, was deep within the lands of the so-called "Empire" of the humans.
Eyes shut, she flicked her head back as the liquid fell away from her hair with the patter of light rainfall on water. She looked down on her form as liquid soap appeared in her outstretched hand, then rubbed her palms together before lathering every inch of her toned body.
Just two more weeks. Casiama would be the hero of her ancestors, liberating the artifacts of her esteemed family from human-controlled lands. She finished lathering herself, then sunk into the water before rising after several seconds, a light gasp escaping her lips as her naked skin met the cool air.
Satisfied with her cleanliness, the young elf removed herself from the natural pool and stretched out her hands before a soft, thick bear pelt winked into existence within them. Casiama dried her body slowly as her eyes gazed in the direction of today's journey with wonder, then willed the fur away. She walked casually back to her camp, her thin form swaying in delight as she pointed at her discarded night gown, then her white-furred sleeping bag, banishing them from the world for now.
Casiama then closed her eyes, opened her palms, and outstretched both arms before layers of delicate white dress, intricate armor, and valued equipment appeared on her willowy form in a white flash.
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Talos awoke in the comfortable bed on the highest floor of the Four-Leaf Inn, reaching out for his sword and gripping the handle before releasing it. His instincts were still back in the badlands, Talos mused, shifting his eyes towards the soft, curvaceous form pressing against him.
Alanna was snoring softly under his neck, her alabaster hand resting on his chest as she slept. Talos had several lusty thoughts of what he should do to that naked perfection before casting the thoughts aside for now, gently lifting her arm up so he could escape her grasp.
He relieved himself in his room's chamber pot as quietly as possible, looking over at Alanna to ensure he didn't wake her. Gathering his brand-new armor and trusted bastard sword, he clothed and equipped himself and headed out the room to find some food.
He found the quiet hall of the inn largely empty, the city of Rinoc still waking up to meet the morning sun. He walked over to the tired innkeep, greeting the man with his name and a grin, and ordered some fruit and produce from the kitchen.
