A Summoning, Part XLI

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Part XLI
~Hermit~

Zotha woke up—except that she didn't.

It was a very strange sensation, to be fully aware of her body still lying down in the bed, arms wrapped around Jess, but for her to also be standing up inside of what seemed to be...some kind of hallway, standing in front of a door. It occurred to her as she looked around in that hallway, getting her bearings, that ever since her ascension...she couldn't remember having a single dream. Not before..this, which was apparently how she was going to be experiencing dreams from now on. She had always maintained a certain level of awareness even while asleep since then, so in hindsight, it shouldn't have been a huge surprise. But it was still..quite a new and strange experience.

There was something indistinct about the hallway itself, the farther she looked along it from her own position. It was like the lights everywhere except directly above her were dim, but that dimness also made those areas seem...blurry and sketchy, difficult to visually concentrate on. Trying too hard to look that way made her mind spit out that whatever was in those directions was unimportant, and so deserved no further investigation. What was important, and much more distinct and clear, was the door she'd appeared directly in front of. It had a square window of frosted glass, with a metal placard placed right under the window; the placard had nothing written on it, but the entire arrangement felt distinctly like this was the door to..someone's office.

Placing a finger just under her lips and thinking about it a little harder, Zotha realized what specific office this door most reminded her of: the principal's office back at her high school. It wasn't exactly the same, even if the placard had had his name on it, but it still had the distinct sense that that was the kind of place this door should lead to. Well, there was no use keeping the person on the other end waiting any longer—so she walked up and gently pushed the door open, making her way inside.

It didn't feel at all surprising to find an office on the other end. Well—Sol's chamber in his space-base domain could be technically called an "office" too, but this fit practically an entirely different meaning of the word. It was a small room, maybe the size of her own dorm room, with a messily-stocked bookshelf across one wall and a few filing cabinets and a little card table jerry-rigged into place to hold a drip coffee machine and a few mugs lining the other. Directly across from the door was a rectangular desk, its surface currently cleared of contents, with the owner sitting behind it in a budget computer chair; a couple of folding chairs were on Zotha's side of the desk.

The owner was Bastet, obviously. She looked..strangely ordinary: A very average-build, average-height woman with dark hair, semi-casual clothes, no imposing aura or presence whatsoever, nothing 'supernatural' about her appearance aside from some glowing yellow eyes and the dark, catlike ears and tail she had. Her expression seemed...tired, and mildly annoyed. Everything about this felt like...walking into a parent-teacher conference at a low-budget high school, except that there wasn't any parent actually accompanying the visitor.

"Hello there?" Zotha tried, coming a little farther inside and letting the door swing itself shut behind her. Bastet replied with a small sigh.
"I wonder whether you had any idea what you were asking." Her voice was dark, fairly mature, and carried the weight of that same tiredness her eyes showed. "Can't imagine La Lune would've bothered to warn you, either."

"How do you mean?"
"You wanted to me to visit your dream?"
"Yes," she nodded.
"Where do you think my realm is," she said, the end of the sentence falling too flat to be an actual question.

"...Ah. Somehow that didn't occur to me," Zotha said, coming up next to the chairs. "May I...take a seat?"
"Go ahead."

Once she was seated, Zotha said, "I guess I should be glad you're in a good enough mood to not squash me here on the spot, huh?"
"I wouldn't dare risk making her angry," Bastet said. "But it doesn't matter. No one may hurt another through dreams, and I don't do double standards."

"So, you are not allowed to hurt me here?"

"I don't allow myself. Dreams are mine, remember? Thanks to magic, the possibility has existed for a long time for anyone with the right skills or equipment to visit another's dream. In principle, there's nothing preventing that 'visitor' from harming or killing their 'host' while doing so; in practice, there's me. Can you imagine the chaos that would result if people could be assassinated in their sleep, right past every conceivable attempt at self-defense?"

"That...definitely doesn't sound pretty," Zotha agreed, and Bastet nodded.

"And so, as far as most people know, harming others through dreams is 'impossible'.

"...Are you offended that your 'pet' isn't here?"
"Huh? Oh, you mean Jess. Not particularly; I mean I didn't ask for you to visit both of us in the first place. She might not like it, I guess, but it's clearly your prerogative who you want to meet with."

"Good. I really don't want to put my self-control to the test right now."

"Meaning...?"

Bastet's ears twitched a few times. "This entire situation. That we're dealing with, right now? Practically entirely her fault. I would not be feeling particularly civil in her presence, to put it lightly.

"So. What is it that you want?"

"Well...I sincerely wanted to meet you, first of all," said the goddess of change. "The other gods I've met all said different things about you, and none of it seems like it can be entirely true—or at least not the whole story. I thought I'd get a better picture of things from your own mouth. Besides which, hearing your opinion of them is only fair. But I won't pretend it's not self-motivated, either."
"You want to convince me to keep you around."
Zotha shrugged. "Eventually, I guess, but I don't expect that from this meeting. I'd just like to know, from you, what it is I'd have to do for you to..tolerate my continued existence? And, you know, you're apparently also the only person who could get me an audience with Ouroboros—who I'd like to meet for pretty similar reasons."

"Fine, let's do the easy part first," Bastet said. "What have you heard so far?"
"Hmm...in summary, you're the goddess of cats, mystery, dreams, and fertility. You..uh, 'make' children, who are 'cat spirits', pretty much accidentally. You owe La Lune some kind of debt, but she didn't seem to feel comfortable explaining what was going on with that. La Lune goes out of her way to argue with you, and Sol thinks you act angrier than you really are and just want the world to be peaceful so you can go back to sleep."
Bastet actually snorted at this last part. "He would. Listen, Zotha. You're a functional adult. I'm sure you know very well what the natural result of 'fertility' is among, at least, mammals."
"I guess you mean..children?"
"Parenthood. Neither of those 'celestial' gods really understand the concept very well, and the fox probably doesn't care enough to mention it—she has her own 'children' to look after."

"So, you mean to say that's another of your domains."
"Right." Bastet leaned back a little in her chair. "What a mother wants for her children isn't the same thing as 'happiness' or 'survival', or even 'thriving'...nothing on such a grand scale. I worry after the fate of each and every person alive, and somewhat especially my own 'descendants'. If you really think about that, I'm sure you can work out why I get so angry with them all the time."

Zotha nodded. "Just hearing them talk about you made us feel kind of sympathetic...sorry, me and Jess I mean. But from that perspective, it does seem even a little bit worse. But...you support the veil?"

"Of course I do."

"Hm. Okay, at the risk of making you angry myself—what kind of mother wants to outlive her children?"

Bastet sat up a little bit. "Explain."
"You really need me to? All kinds of potential medical advancements are locked behind just knowing magic exists! You can literally magic people younger and healthier. I know because I've done it, and my 'people' have too. It can't just be a 'me' thing, right?"
"Hmmh." Bastet leaned forward slightly, an even more intense weariness showing in her expression. "You're still quite young, even by human standards—let alone those of an immortal or a god. I don't really expect you to understand what I mean when I say: To live forever is to suffer forever. Ultimately...I did not want that for you, either. But at this point, I guess neither of us may have a choice in the matter."

"Sol and La Lune seem pretty happy with their eternal life."
The cat goddess glared, folding her ears back; it felt like she was going to hiss or roar. Instead she said, "They are not like us! There is a difference between a force of nature 'putting on' personhood, and a mortal creature being ascended into permanence. The sun and moon were going to be around for billions of years either way; neither of us was made to last more than a hundred."
"So, you like senescence? You think people are better off dying of old age?"

Bastet took a deep breath, visibly forcing herself to calm down, and then sat up slightly. "...Even 'immortal' races don't really live forever. Certain rare accidents, or intentional attacks, can take a life in a way which no magic can curtail, and across a long enough life, even the exceptionally unlikely becomes the inevitable. But I have seen celestials throw themselves into battle hoping to finally die; ancient, once-noble demons grow nihilistic and mad; and even nine-tailed foxes grow bored of living and beg their Ruler for a swift end to their lives. And then there's..."

She slumped again, looked over at the bookshelf for a moment, and then returned to facing Zotha. "You wanted to know about my debt to La Lune? The best way I know how to tell it, is through a story."
"Okay." Zotha nodded for her to go ahead.

"...When the world was young, humanity was small, and the beasts upon the land were many, great and powerful. The humans made one of their number into a god, to give themselves power and influence—and it worked. This god held in his hands something which was essential to all life, and so his power grew quickly. With his help, the humans slew the beasts who had once threatened them, and soon became dominant over all. With their numbers, their intelligence, and their newfound power, they threatened to wipe out the beasts entirely.

"Seeking their own source of help and protection, the beasts elected one of their own to godhood as well—a cat. But she was young, as gods go, and lacked the power to help her people truly fight back against the humans and their god. Her best efforts—giving the humans nightmares, forcing them to experience the brutal deaths they were causing from the beasts' own eyes—only seemed to infuriate and embolden their efforts to hunt every down last wild thing and destroy them for good.

"In desperation, the cat cried out to the moon—ancient, wise, and powerful—for help, night after night. And, in time, the moon heard her pleas. The truth is, not every human hunted the beasts down; some respected them, wishing to live in harmony with nature, and those same humans revered the moon above all else, always dancing in her light and begging her help to grow even closer to the wild. And so, the moon gave those humans a blessing, and a task. They were given the power of moonlight and the strength of wolves, and asked in return to use those gifts to protect their fellow beasts. However, the moon was only able to grant a mixed blessing, something which could also spread as a curse among those humans less attuned to nature. Nonetheless, those who earned her blessing saw to their task diligently, fighting to protect the beasts in the name of the moon.

"The god of men saw that the beasts had the moon's favor, and—as his people were diurnal—he complained to the sun. 'Why should they have the protection of the sky, and not us?' For he remembered, as though it were still happening, the time when the beasts had hunted the humans down instead. After watching the conflict from the sky, day after day, the sun eventually replied to the god of men. He said: 'I will protect all of humanity. I will seek a pact with my sister for you. I will make protectors, swords and armor, to keep you safe from all other harm.'

"And so it was, the humans and the beasts were forced to make a truce, their own gods coerced by the very ones they had begged for help into ceasing hostilities and forgiving the harm their people had done to each other. Humans and nature have remained largely at odds ever since then, even as most beasts became more human, and more humans became as beasts—but never has there been an unending war like there was at the first. None of the gods would allow it. Even the cat and the man wished never to relive the trauma of their beginnings.

"...Do you understand?"

Zotha nodded. "It seems pretty clear-cut to me. So—you were originally the goddess of beastfolk too, but La Lune took that job from you?"
"I asked her to take it. And every day, every moment she helps those who are now her people in that role—that is the debt I owe. It isn't really something that can be repaid, but in conversation with her I feel compelled to speak as though it were. She can't explain it because it is a part of her nature, woven in before she was 'her'—when she was more a force than a person."

"And Sol's whole 'protect humanity and make it thrive' thing. Was similarly in his nature before he was really a 'person'?"
"More or less."

"So, where's Fox come into this story—I mean, the Ruler of Foxes? Or Ouroboros, for that matter?"
"Later. Nearly the entirety of a species of foxlike demons, lovers of jokes and tricks, but whose pranks nearly always proved fatal to the victim due to their own dark nature, sought to expunge that harmful part of themselves. They received the blessing of the gods in their task—for the simple reason that they would do far less harm if their efforts succeeded—and after many rituals, were finally able to seal a mutual agreement into their very being. Now their demonic nature is purged so long as a 'Ruler' presides over them, enforcing their agreed-upon 'law'—aside from the descendants of those who did not agree to that Deal in the first place, who are now few and far between.

"And: A prideful dragon wished to truly live forever, and used his immense power and influence to make himself a god. He did not take very long to regret that act, upon seeing his own instincts wreaking havoc upon the world. Only with the help of those gods he once ignored was he able to restructure those instincts, coming to consider the world itself his 'hoard', and harm to it 'stealing'."

"That all makes sense to me. You're a pretty good storyteller, you know?"
"Comes with the territory." Bastet looked away just ever so slightly; was she actually being bashful about the compliment?

"...You know, it sounds to me like you're a lot older than Egypt. But, they gave you your name?"
Bastet looked a little annoyed again—but probably not at Zotha. "My present name, at least. Their..disgusting breeding program altered my nature, and that of my 'children', for good. The thing you call a 'domestic cat' didn't exist before then."

"So before that, your 'children' were...what, just various kinds of wildcats?"
"More or less. My own physical form is, likewise, irrevocably that of a wild beast."

"And yet, you prefer to present yourself that way here, where—I'm guessing you can pretty much make yourself look like whatever?"

"This is how I would prefer to be seen: An ordinary person, just trying to get through another day of being alive. It's how I really feel about myself.

"...Let's move on. You want to meet with Ouroboros? That's only fair. He deserves an introduction not colored by my opinions. Give me some time to convince him, and then we'll arrange it. Definitely better than him waking up angry."

"That's..surprisingly nice of you?" Zotha said.

"I'm only being practical. Anyway..."

The cat goddess sighed, putting an elbow on the desk so she could lean the right half of her chin on that hand. Her expression was serious and deeply sad, but something about the glowing, catlike eyes made Zotha feel like she was being watched (hunted?) by a large, wild animal all the same. "Knowing what my priorities are, I'm hoping you realize by now: I don't dislike you as a person. Who you are..is just fine with me. I could even go so far as to say I'm proud of you, Zotha. But that isn't the problem.

"What you are..is dangerous. Volatile. You have a human mind, just like he does, and those things can be very fragile across a timescale of several millennia. I gained most of my consciousness through ascension, and I'm barely keeping it together these days. Ouroboros was of a race that can live for a very long time, and yet has to take thousand-year naps to keep himself sane. I'm worried for you, yes, but I'm more worried about what happens to everyone else when you start to get worse. The aspects you carry could wreak even more havoc than 'broken love' ever has.

"You are a victim of circumstances beyond your control—in both an immediate, and also something of a cosmic sense—and you have tried very hard, so far, to make the best of it. Knowing that, it would be very painful for me to destroy you right after your ascension...but still far less so than what I now think will happen in the future. So...it isn't a matter of you doing something or not, you understand?"

Zotha nodded, and then after a pause said, "...I didn't think it'd be easy for me to earn your trust in the first place."

She sat up again, dropping her arm back to her side. "That goal is pretty much impossible. My trust has been broken far too many times, and those who still have it have been around for the majority of my existence. What you said the first time, 'tolerate'...that is something I'm pretty used to doing. I already see your continued existence becoming an inevitability, as beings I can't overrule and powers I've got little influence over conspire to maintain your existence. I have accepted many other things I dislike and can't control, so this is just one more...but getting used to it will still take me a very. Long. Time."

"Well then, maybe I can at least trust you. Since you know what it looks like when one of us 'goes bad', I'm sure you'd be able to warn me?"
"I don't think it will do any good. But I certainly will try."

"I find that reassuring," Zotha said with her best smile.

"...Anyway. I guess you must not like that other ascended human very much—maybe even less than the other gods seem to?"
"I think..very much the opposite. Yes, we hated each other when we were young. But it didn't take much hindsight afterward to realize that we'd both been trying to do the same thing all along. A peace in which neither of 'our people' were killing the other in droves was vastly better than either side 'winning' could have been. Now, I understand his pain better than anyone else...but I also know from direct experience how extremely dangerous it makes him. Likewise, I was angry at Sol and La Lune at first for 'betraying' us and forcing a peace nobody wanted at the time...but as I saw the generations pass and the old blood feuds die, fading from memory to history to near-forgotten legend, I understood the wisdom of their decision."

"So, they're the ones you really trust?"
Bastet nodded. "Sol is...aggravating. It's in his nature to take charge of any urgent situation immediately, which is usually great. But when he is wrong, it's nearly impossible to convince him to stop and think about what he's doing, or even listen to anyone else's opinion. And La Lune, I know, really wants to be friendly, but her mercurial nature has her intentionally provoking me to anger just as often as being civil and reasonable."
"And while we're at it, the Fox Ruler?"
"The present fox's behavior has been largely acceptable; she would not have kept her position for so long otherwise. Regardless, I never really worry about the foxes, since the position of a nameless enforcer of their Rules is a costly and dangerous one to hold. Eventually they grow weary of making that sacrifice—or make a terrible mistake and get annihilated—and someone new steps up."
"And..Ouroboros?"

"He was a foolish, prideful dragon who ignored all of our express warnings. Yet he learned quickly the price of his actions, and acquired a certain amount of humility as a result. Now, he is a solid pillar holding up the foundation of the world. And after his ascension, we were able to make use of his nature as a dragon to ensure that no other dragon can ever ascend again, preventing someone even more foolish than he was from making the same mistake."

"Wait—but, you can't do that with humans?"
She shook her head slightly. "Humans don't have a 'uniform nature' the way dragons, or for instance celestials, demons, or Kistune do. It would be like if you tried to specify an exact, different transformation for each one of two billion people spread randomly across the globe, and make them all happen simultaneously, except even more costly and prone to unintended side effects—and that's including your own nature's tendency toward those. Don't get me wrong, we closed off every avenue we could reasonably manage, but you are proof that that wasn't perfect."

"Okay, well that's pretty much everything I can think of. Anything else you want to say?" Zotha asked.

Bastet paused as if she hadn't expected this question, seemed to think about it for a moment, then frowned and folded her ears back again. "Tell Jess that I am very disappointed in her. I don't think she'll understand the gravity of that message, but you should deliver it anyway." Then, her expression returning to neutral/tired: "I'll be in touch when I've convinced Ouroboros to hear you out."
"All right. You want to end off with a handshake or something, or just—?"

Before she could finish that sentence, Zotha woke up—really woke up, this time.

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Another "landmark moment" of this story I've been looking forward to, with lots of little reveals woven into it. As eager as I was to get here, I feel like the story would get kind of repetitive and expositiony if we had too many "meeting a god for the first time" parts too close to each other, both in-universe and in terms of how many parts there were between. Hopefully this strikes the right balance.

A Summoning, Part XL

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Part XL
~Empress~

When Prama came in to work Monday, she found Boreas staring down at a table in the shop's back room which usually had next to nothing on it. Today, that table was covered in various containers of strange substances in various sizes and levels of fullness, most of which she was pretty sure she had never seen before. The werewolf didn't seem to respond to the noise of her entering, so she went a little closer. "Hellooo?"
"Oh. Mornin'." Boreas didn't take her eyes off of the table.
"What's...all this stuff?"
"First of, all don't touch it. Most of it's very dangerous."
"Okaay?"
"Second, ingredients for a potion."
"Like..just one?"
"I oughta say, 'possible' ingredients. Not sure yet which of these will actually turn out to be useful."

"You get a sudden burst of inspiration to make something new..and, I guess, dangerous?"

"All alchemy's dangerous, remember. As for the first part of the question..you could say that," she shrugged, finally looking Prama's way, and then making a brief visual tour of the room while saying, "Guess I should set you some work while I keep thinking about this...you feel ready to handle some of our standard fare on your own?"
"Oh, most definitely. I, can still ask you if I have a question, right?"

"Long as I'm not doing anything delicate. Just wait a sec if I am."

Boreas gave out a list of things for Prama to work on, and then said, "Guess you're curious what I'm making."
"I mean, I definitely won't complain if you tell me," she said while starting in on that work.

"Well..you're only recently out from under the veil, right? So, I guess the phrase 'last great pack' won't mean much to ya."
"Afraid not."

"Let's just say...there was a man by the name of Lucent Merrow. He was wealthy, influential, and incidentally, one of my closest friends."
"I see—and a werewolf, leading this 'pack' you mentioned?"
"Mm," she said: an affirmative grunt. "His grandson's lived off that wealth his whole life—married into even more wealth, too. Most folks who knew the old man don't like him much, myself included. But he sure does know just how to get people to do what he wants 'em to."

"Sounds a lot like someone I know," Prama said—picturing Jess, or more accurately, Jarod. "And, so, he got to you? Wants, some kinda difficult potion?"

"Supposedly his daughter wants it. I've never met the girl, so can't say whether it's a lie or not. Don't seem like the kind of thing he'd come up with on his own, for sure. And—I used to like coming up with new recipes, when I was—this age," she said, waving at her own face.

"I see. So, this one sounded interesting enough to try?"
"Combination of things. Hoping I can be a little more careful than back then in my old age, besides."

"Well, don't forget you've got a genius apprentice now, either! I won't dare handle the dangerous stuff myself, buuuut if you need ideas, or someone to bounce them off of...?"

"Hmm. We'll see."

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Steph was on his way out from lunch when he nearly ran into the little white-winged girl from the previous week. "Whoa—hey."
"Hello there, Steph," she said, her tone and expression almost too cheerful and friendly. "I wanted to thank you and your friend for your helpful advice the other day."
"Uh...yeah?" Now that he was looking, he noticed that dragon he'd met before was also standing nearby.

"I would also like to introduce you to Toma, a friend of mine," Stella continued, waving in said dragon's general direction.

"Uh...yeah. We've kinda met," he said.
"True," the dragon-girl agreed with a slight nod..while still standing there kind of menacingly with her arms crossed.
"Oh! Well, if you're already acquainted, I'm sure you've already given her the proper tribute for the first meeting with a dragon, then?"
"Well uh. You only just became a dragon recently, right?"

"Also true. So, when we met before, I wouldn't have known about that particular tradition."

"I see, I see," Stella nodded; Steph could kind of tell she was only pretending that this was new information. "Then you wouldn't have had a chance to, yet. All the more reason to make up for it now, correct?"

"I guess..? What kind of 'tribute' is this, anyway?"
"Well. It doesn't look like you have any precious gemstones or gold bars on you," Toma said.
"Y-yeah, I don't really own anything like that," Steph said. Even though he could sense that he was being taken for some kind of ride, the pressure of the dragon's power, plus her kind of displeased expression, made him not want to challenge the situation outright.

"Well, I thought that sounded kinda outdated when I heard it. Surely you can afford some chocolate bars, though? Even a 'newborn' celestial like Stella could handle that."

"Uh, yeah, sure. I..don't have any on me right now though, soo..."
"Next time we meet. Sure. I've got classes to get to anyway," Toma said, heading off. The celestial gave Steph a slight curtsy, then followed the dragon out.

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Pulling her truck up into the driveway, Graham mused that the nervous, slightly giddy feeling she was getting could, to an outside viewer, be mistakenly attributed to a cat entering the home of three dogs—or, more accurately, wolves. But her slight grin, and the way her tail flicked around excitedly behind her while she walked up and rang the doorbell, would quickly dispel that notion.

Her ears almost immediately picked up some footsteps, and then Sam answered the door. "Welcome, aaah, miss Graham. Miss?" she added a second later, uncertainly.

The Neko just shrugged. "Never been much for formality, myself. I'm not that familiar with how this works, but if you're more comfortable with 'Smores', that's all right too."

"Heheh, okay then. Come on in—Damon's upstairs," she gestured, getting out of the way.

"Thanks, 'miss' Sam," the Neko said, heading through. By the time she got to the foot of the stairs, Damon had eagerly run out to a balcony over the living room. "Um, hi!" The wolf-girl had on a shirt that must've fit her properly as a man before, judging by how loosely it hung across her slim form, the collar revealing part of her neckline and most of a shoulder while its lower hem stopped partway down her thighs. It completely obscured whether she actually had anything else on.
"Hey there. You want me to come up?"
"Y-yeah, please!"
"Alright."

Just a month or two ago, Graham would have dreaded these stairs. But now she bounded up them with very little effort, and it was hard to tell if her heartbeat picked up at all from the exertion—or if it was just from proximity to the little werewolf. "Um—!" It certainly didn't help that Damon's face was pretty red, her ears lowered a bit and her tail whipping around excitedly behind her. The motion of that tail made the hem of her shirt flutter around, enough to occasionally make out the lower edge of one of the pairs of shorts the Neko had 'helped' her buy the other day. "Y-you look really cute in that!" she said after a second. "The uh..monochrome look? Really brings out your eyes. And, I-I-I still don't think I'm brave enough to wear a skirt at all, especially one that short..."

The catgirl hadn't really even given much thought to her outfit today; it was 'casual and comfortable' as far as she was concerned: A sleeveless white top, some black stockings and a short white pleated skirt, plus one other thing. "Well," she said, "since becoming a lady I thought I oughta get the full experience, dresses and all. Besides—" she lifted the skirt's front slightly, showing off the very lowest bit of some black bike shorts. "I've got something on under it."

If Damon's face had been red before, it nearly turned into a tomato for a second at that. "Uh! Oh, I-I see..heheh, y-yeah..still though!"

"Anyway, I think what you've got on suits you well enough," she said with a slight shrug. When Graham and his wife were both young, he'd honestly appreciated her looks the most when it was time for bed, or just after waking up—when she definitely wasn't putting on a show for anyone. Damon's casually thrown-on shirt and slight bedhead gave her the same kind of sense, even if it was clearly just what she usually wore.

"Uh, th-thanks. Um..r-right this way then, heheh!" She gestured nervously, then led the way to an open door.

Peeking partway through it as they got closer, the Neko saw an office setup and...a bed? "Er, is that your bedroom?" she asked, stopping. It felt like moving a little too fast to go into a lady's bedroom on their first...date? Visit? Official meeting? 'Hangout'?
"Uh, y-yeah, but..it's, also my office. Aannnd, where my games and stuff are!" Looking a little closer, Graham could confirm there was more to the room, including a couch with a rip across its back and a big-screen TV facing it. "S-so uh. I-I mean, if you wanna, I guess Sam has a setup with some of her stuff downstairs, but..."
"Nah, I think I get it," Graham said. "Don't forget how old I really am, is all—give a gal a little warning first, eh?"
"O-oh, uh. S-sure. So um..c'mon in?"

"Certainly."

They spent the afternoon talking and playing, both of them maintaining a polite distance from the other—not squeezing to opposite sides of the couch, but trying not to get too close. Graham wouldn't have minded a little bit of physical flirtation, but Damon seemed awfully nervous about getting too close for some reason, and she wasn't one to disrespect a lady's wishes. It only ended once an alarm on the Neko's phone reminded her that it was time to go pick up her granddaughter.

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"Um..you look a little different, Master."

Zotha took a moment to stand up and get to a mirror to examine herself. She could've just had Jess send an image mentally, but there was no need to resort to a mystical solution for such a mundane problem. "..Huh." Her hair had shortened to just reach down to her shoulders, and her body had made significant gains in muscle tone, including a faint six-pack on her belly. Her horns were small enough to be pretty much hidden behind her hair; she lacked a tail and had human-looking ears; and her wings were black-feathered, like those of an enormous crow. Furthermore, there was a faint golden glow around her entire body, but she was able to turn that off easily enough once she noticed it. "Weird to just wake up looking different."

"You..still have control over it, right?" Jess asked, concerned. Zotha turned and rubbed the top of her little priestess's head.
"Why, you don't like this look?"

She blushed adorably. "N-no, I just—!"

"Pfft, only teasing. Yeah, I can still shift to whatever I want. But, I guess this might be a result of working so closely with Sol's 'people' for a while?"

"It isn't making you more like him though, is it?"
"Mentally? Don't think so. Still don't like the idea of people having to die because of the veil, at least. I think it's just as cosmetic as the changes we made to meet La Lune. Anyway—maybe I'll keep this for a little while, out of appreciation for the power boost all those requests have been feeding me."

"So...you haven't been getting tired or anything?"
"Nope." The goddess stretched, spreading her wings out in the process. "I feel more energetic than ever, at least since sorting out how to approve most of them automatically."

---

Thursday afternoon, Boreas was midway through her twenty-sixth attempt at the potion. "Prama. Need to ask somethin' you really won't like."
"What's that?"
"Someone's walking up, and I can't look away from this for a second."
"Oh..y-you need me to go, t-to the front counter."
"Just remember, behind the counter is your territory." That probably would have helped her, if she were a fellow werewolf! But she was as eager to see this experimental potion succeed as her master was, at this point.

"I-I'll do my best..."

A dark-haired guy in skinny jeans and a tank top walked into the shop not long after she got to the counter. He had an average build, but seemed fit and overall pretty cute—in a scruffy-looking kind of way, at least. He had bright yellow eyes, wolfish ears and a medium-thick furry tail, so he was probably another werewolf. He kind of nervously looked around as he walked in, before finally noticing the girl behind the counter. "Oh, uh, hey."

"H-h-hi. Can..can I, help you with. W-w-with something?"

"Uuuh." He put a hand behind his head. "Where's, you know, the other girl who works here? I mean, you're pretty cute too, but uh.."
Now that she'd heard a little more of his voice, Prama realized: This was the guy who'd bugged Boreas before. That made her feel a little better—even if they'd never actually met, he was marginally familiar, and also known to be annoying. She leveraged that annoyance to try and project a little more confidence. "The owner is busy with very delicate right now; th-that is why I'm here. Now, can I help you with something," she said, her tone a little flat for a question. She even managed a little bit of a glare up at him.

"Well uh..." He seemed to try to lean back and forth to see the area behind the counter. After a couple of seconds of this, he jumped slightly and looked a little bit pale. "Y-yeah!" he said suddenly. Prama had a feeling Boreas had permitted him a peek at her very displeased face. "I was, uh, I was thinking of changing things up a little, you know, with my look? Maybe I'd come off as a little more intense as a redhead!"

Prama crossed her arms. "Not to advertise our competitors, but y-you do know dye exists, right?"
"Dude, on all my fur, though? It'd look really wacky after only a couple of showers. Or especially on the full moon coming up!"
She sighed. "Yes, we have hair-coloring potions, a-and since a werewolf runs this place th-they obviously change fur, too. R-right over there," she said, pointing. It was a good thing she'd memorized their stock arrangement earlier. "Arranged b-by color and duration. There are even, uh, color swatches so you can pretty much tell what the result will be."
"Oh, yeah! So uh, so you do. I'll juuuuust...take a look, then."
"You do that. L-let me know if you find one that you want."

Once he bought his potion (which would last two entire months, putting it in their upper tier of both price and duration) and left, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not bad," Boreas said. "That's the rudest customer we've got lately. May have to let you take over the front a bit more often."
"P-please don't. I mean, not more than necessary. I-I'm still..."

"It's a part of the business," the alchemist said. "You've got to learn to deal with customers sometime."
"I guess..." But surely it didn't always have to be face to face! Actually, thinking about that a little more deeply..started to give her some ideas.

---

When making an agreement through texts about when and where to meet up and hand over his 'tribute' for the dragon, Steph made sure he could bring Andrew as backup. A four-tailed Kitsune was probably still nowhere near a match for a dragon, but at least the two foxes combined would probably be enough for them to cast some convincing-enough illusions and escape.

They met up at a table outside the cafeteria; Stella and the dragon-girl were already waiting there when the two Kitsune arrived. "Uh, hey. This is my...friend Andrew," Steph said, getting a big bag of various chocolates, freshly bought from the grocery store, out of his backpack. "I was hoping, this'd be enough for both of us?"

Toma picked up the bag and turned it over in her hands, seemingly examining it very carefully. Stella watched this performance—and the two Kitsune's slightly-nervous faces in response to it—for a good several seconds before letting out a soft "Pfft—" that erupted into some positively helpless, uncontrollable giggling and laughter.

"Heh." The dragon-girl also, for the first time Steph had ever seen it, grinned just slightly, her cheeks also tinged with a slight blush, as she put the bag down on the table. "Got you good, huh?"

"Wha—you? You..."

"I think this whole thing was a prank, Steph," Anika said. The fact that the celestial was beating the table with a fist, still trying to stop laughing, gave plenty of evidence for this theory.

"For the record, this was her idea," Toma said. "As 'revenge' for your thing. I don't really get how Kitsune work or whatever, but...I guess we can just share these? If either of you even like chocolate, I mean. Oh, wait—is it poisonous to dog people?"

"...No, it's not," Steph said, letting out a slight sigh. "And foxes aren't dogs, anyway."

"I mean, like, canidae?"

Finally finished laughing, Stella took a deep breath and wiped a few tears out of her eyes with a handkerchief from her purse. "It would be terribly inconvenient if some people couldn't eat chocolate, Toma," she said. "So, yes, let us feast!"

This, of all things, was how Steph got to personally know a celestial for the first time...not to mention the dragon.

---

"Hey, Dai! Check this out!"
"Huh?"

Not all of Dai's friends were 'in on' the whole magic business. One of those stuck a phone in his face tuned to a stream highlight from the night before. "Oh..incu-whatever again?" This was the same guy who'd introduced him to that weird stream from the obviously-werewolf girl...and then to her friend, who was also probably a werewolf.
"Yeah, yeah, but look! They had a guest last night."
Turning up the volume a little, Sam was saying: "So, aaah, this is Smores, who's been hanging out in our chat lately. Turns out we're practically neighbors."
The white-haired catgirl waved a little awkwardly at the camera. "Hey there!"

"Isn't she really cute?" Dai's friend continued over whatever was said next.

"Eh, yeah, I guess."

"I mean, with that getup, I can't believe she's not already a pro streamer. You seen her before?"
"Nope." And, he was probably referring to the 'fake cat ears' that Dai could very well see were actually real.

"Well, whatever. You should give it a watch! They made her play Dark Souls, and some of her reactions are hilarious!"
"Yeah. I'll check it out later," he promised, nodding and handing the phone back. "Thanks."

---

Plonk.

After Prama walked into the shop on Friday, Boreas wordlessly placed a large glass bottle, globe-shaped at the bottom with a long, somewhat thinner neck going up from there, onto a table. It was a little over two-thirds full of a potion swirling with bright pink and dark blue, with a silvery shimmer occasionally visible.

"So...success?" It looked like she'd pulled an all-nighter. And the werewolf wasn't the type to say it aloud, but both of them knew that a few of Prama's suggestions had, in fact, panned out.

"I have a potion now," she stated flatly. "Can't say whether it's a success without testing it, though."

"You aren't confident it's right, even after all that work?"

"The hard part isn't something a potion's ever been made to do before, to my knowledge. I can't ship something like that out without a better guarantee."

"Hmmn, and that's a tricky thing to test, right? Because..."

Prama counted off on her fingers: One: "You need a werewolf."

Boreas nodded.

Two: "A male one."
She nodded again.
Three: "Who you know no major magic has been done to all that recently, especially anything that interferes with or relies on 'moonlight'..."

"Mm-hm."

"Well, I don't think you'll be surprised to learn that I don't know any werewolves. Zotha might, but anyone she's in contact with, well—frankly, she's probably done something to that qualifies as 'major magic', like yourself."
"Fair enough. Wasn't really counting on your help with this part in the first place," she said with a slight shrug.
"I..guess we could put out an ad or something? 'Help wanted: Potion test subject. Probably not lethal! Pay..'" Prama trailed off, aborting her joke, since Boreas didn't seem to think it was very funny.

She sighed. "Well, we both know of one werewolf you can probably use. He's bound to show up again sooner or later."

---

"Thank you so much for visiting, Basty~. I think we've had a very productive conversation, don't you?"

The cat goddess sighed. "You have been less insufferable than usual tonight, La Lune."

"That's too kind of you. Oh, there is one other thing I wanted to bring up before you go. Silly me, nearly forgot it again!"

Bastet's entire body immediately tensed up. "...Which is?"
"Well, a friend of mine wanted me to ask you—on her behalf, expressly as a friendly, polite request and not a command of any sort—for a visit. Perhaps you could just, show up in her dreams?"

"Oh." She relaxed only slightly after hearing this. "And, pray tell, do I need to guess who this 'friend' is?"
"Hmmn, no," La Lune said, seeming to briefly consider the possibility of making it a guessing game, "although I suspect you could."

---

All I can say is, I hope there's still somebody interested in reading this particular story.

A Summoning, Part XXXIX

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Part XXXIX
~Wheel of Fortune~

Somewhere in the middle of Saturday afternoon, Graham's phone rang. "Hello?"

"Good afternoon, Graham cracker~! How are you doing?" It was Val.

"Uh, just fine, thanks." She'd had to pause a game in the middle of a fairly exciting section to answer, but that wasn't too different from having to place a bookmark in the middle of a momentous part of a novel. Neither one would be worthy of comment to an employer, at least.

"I've got a little problem..uh, let's say a conflict, going on, and thought you might be able to help solve it for me. See, some associates of mine down in the demon realm want me over to talk about an important business proposition their son's got, and they want to meet tomorrow morning. I've got an assistant manager tied down to handle the workers, but when it comes to the kinds of customers we've been getting a lot of lately, weeelll..."

"You're sayin', you want me to come in to work tomorrow morning?"

"It would really help me out. I solemnly swear I won't make a habit of asking you—maybe I won't have as much trouble finding a college student with a tail or wings to hire for weekends, given recent events? But this is just such short notice! I'll pay you time and a half?"

"Hmm...well, all right. Under those conditions, you understand. 'Till about noon?"
"Yes, yes! I'll definitely be back by then. Or if I am slightly late, it's not your problem. That's the assistant manager's job to figure out."

---

Onida woke up Sunday morning, turned to look at the clock and register that it was the time her alarm usually went off, then turned back over and went back to sleep for another hour and a half. This was still earlier than her night-owl brother used to always get up, but for her, it was sleeping in. After all, it was her day off.

An idea occurred to her in the shower, while she was thinking about what to do for breakfast, and after using a hairdryer on her tail for even longer than her hair, she went across the hall to knock on the door to her brother's room. Well—'sister' was technically more correct here, but the idea of Damon as her brother was stuck too firmly in her mind to not think of the brown-haired wolf-girl that way first.

A soft bark responded after her third, somewhat louder and more insistent attempt. "Rrfh...hmmn?"
"Hey, Damon. You awake?"
"Who's asking?" (a typical joke of his...hers, that basically meant 'yes').

"You wanna go out to brunch today?"

"Oh! Yes!"
"Okay then, get ready. I'll go tell Sam."

The three werewolves piled into her car to drive out to the restaurant she had in mind. They were walking across the parking lot of the shopping center it belonged to when Damon seemed to more-or-less accidentally glance a certain way and stop in her tracks, gasping slightly. It was a voiced sort of gasp that conveyed shock but not horror or distress, and when Onida looked the same way her sister had, she just saw a clothing store—in fact, one they'd been to quite recently. "What—you see an outfit you like?"

"Uhhm...no. It's—Sam!" she turned abruptly, grabbing the other girl's forearm. "Are catgirls real!?"

"Aah..yeah. I mean..like," she put a hand up behind her head as Damon let go of her, "there's all kinds of beastfolk besides werewolves, after all..."
"And—do I remember wrong, or..? I really like catgirls, right?!"
"Nnnow that you mention it, aah, yeah. I, kindaaaa remember something like that." Onida was getting pretty used to Sam's way of talking, and had the feeling this hesitant, drawn-out response wasn't an indication that she barely remembered Damon bringing it up once or twice, but rather the complete opposite.

"So, you saw one in the window just now?" Onida cut in.
"Yes! She had really bright white hair and fur and looked super cute!"

"Well, I don't see her now."

Damon looked through the window again, and her ears drooped slightly. "Yeah..."

"Hey, don't worry about it," Sam said consolingly. "If she's in town, we might run into her again. Or, aah, maybe someone even cuter?"

"C'mon, aren't you hungry?" Onida said. This brightened her sibling up immediately.
"Yes! Let's goooo~!"

---

After eating, and after talking over plenty of things both important and trivial, Stella and Thomas sat in silence for a moment. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable, but more had the sense of them peacefully keeping each other's company. The celestial seemed to jump slightly, either remembering or thinking of something.

"So, listen...there's a small, fairly trivial thing...which, I am hoping you might be able to help me out with."

"What kinda thing?"

"I hardly need you to do much more than stand around looking intimidating while I talk to some people. For a dragon, just crossing your arms and not looking too happy is more than enough."

"Okaaay?"
"Right, you obviously require context," she said, nodding. "A pair of Kitsune tricked me the other day—harmlessly, I assure you. I'd just like to return the favor. As far as I understand, they will view this as a friendly gesture."
"Uh-huh. And, you want to be friendly with them?"
"I believe I would like to make many friends, and these two seemed like fun. Besides, the population of foxes in the world has grown quite large in recent centuries—if my initial knowledge is to be believed, that is. Therefore it would be helpful for me to learn firsthand how to ingratiate myself to them."

"Well, okay then. I guess I don't mind, but—I'd still like to know what your plan is? Also, I've met at least one Kitsune before, and Zotha knows some, so..."
"Right, right," she nodded. "Their identities may be relevant too. I shall tell you all of the details, then."

---

Graham was having a fairly boring shift overall; practically no customers showed up the entire morning. She noticed some of her coworkers playing on their phones, or on small handheld consoles, and almost felt a slight pang of jealousy. Something like: I could be doing that too, if I had one! She actually had to remind herself that playing while on the job, even if there weren't any customers, was incredibly unprofessional. Still, given their collective, boring situation, she couldn't blame them, and certainly didn't feel compelled to really say anything. Besides, when the assistant manager came out and walked around, he clearly saw them doing it didn't so much as comment on it.

So maybe this week's pay, with the extra from today, would be enough to get an older handheld from that place she'd gone to before...

She was more or less daydreaming about that, maybe half an hour away from the end of her shift, when some people actually walked in. She wasn't anywhere near the front door, but her feline ears twitched and turned and easily picked up on some of their conversation...despite the fact that it was kind of half-whispered and probably not intended for eavesdropping.

"I, aaah, really doubt she's still in here, you know?" Well, that voice sounded pretty familiar. "It's been over an hour."
"It's fine. I want a couple more outfits anyway. And maybe you wanna try something new on?" Graham was pretty sure she didn't know this one.
"Uhm, no, I've got enough clothes." And that was..!

"Well, you'll have to at least pretend to be shopping if you want to go looking all around the store, right?" said the second voice.

The Neko took a couple of deep breaths to calm herself down. They had never actually met in any sense of the word she knew, so acting excited or overly familiar would just make her seem strange. Besides, she was still on the clock. So, she went casually and slowly walking around toward another section to intercept their footsteps. Her coworkers would surely appreciate the opportunity to keep playing rather than having to deal with customers anyway, right?

The two wolf-girls Graham recognized from (mostly) a few recent nightly streams were with a third one around the same height, with bright silver hair and a small chunk seemingly bitten out of her left ear. She walked up toward them with a friendly wave. "Hey there. You ladies need any help?" she asked.

"I think we'll be okay," the less-familiar one said; the one who wasn't 'incupokal' seemed to have stopped in place as soon as she saw the Neko. "You work here?"
"Sure do. Part-timer, name's Graham," she said, pointing to her nametag. "Actually, I'm afraid I've got you two at a bit of a disadvantage here," she added with a slight gesture Damon and Sam's way.

Damon jumped slightly, and then nervously (and rather adorably!) took a slight step forward. "Um, hi! Y-you know us somehow?"

"Maybe, aaah, seen us on stream?" Sam added, and the Neko nodded. "Oh, wait. Smores?" she guessed aloud.

"'Smores'?" The silver-haired one repeated in confusion, obviously completely out of the loop.

"Er, an online name I've been using lately," Graham tried to explain. "Something of a pun."
"Yeeaah, Smores! Nice to meet you in person!" Sam said, nodding and waving a hand out toward her in a friendly-seeming gesture. "Had no idea you lived around here. Aaah, this is Damon's sister, Onida," she added, finally introducing the third girl.
"Yes, that's me. I guess you've..chatted with them some?" she asked, seeming slightly uncertain about the right terminology.
"Off and on," Graham shrugged. "Not to get too distracted though—you sure you're all fine on looking for clothes? I'm the only one here this morning equipped to help folks with, uh..certain traits," she added, curling her tail up to in front of her waist to gently point at it a couple of times.

"Oh, that. I—we already kinda figured that part out, to be honest," the silver-haired girl said.

"I was, aaah, born this way, you know," Sam said.

"Yeah, and, I had some help from Val the other day, if you know her?" Onida continued. "Buuut..." she gently elbowed her sister. "Maybe you could still teach Damon a thing or two, hm?"

The wolf-girl squeaked slightly, her face flushing a little bit. "Uh—y-yeah! I'm, uh, y-you know.."
"Still not so used to being a lady?" Graham guessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Believe me, I know what that's like, too."
"Um! R-really!?"

"Sure. Someone offers to make you young and healthy again, you don't ask too many questions at my age," she said with a shrug. 'Smores' had already mentioned how old she really was a few times, after all, alongside talking about being quite new to games in general.

"Th-that's great! Um, maybe you can recommend some stuff, then?"

"Don't mind at all," the catgirl answered.
"Okay, well, you two have fun, then," Onida said. "You don't need to yell if you need any help from me, though, alright?" she added to Damon, pointing at her damaged ear.

"Guess I'll go with you?" Sam suggested, following her off toward another part of the store.

---

Out of other ideas—since of course none of the previously magic-unaware members of her 'cult' had any idea where to find a dragon—the goddess tried the people who she and Jess had first come to to report their 'unexpected changes'. She'd gotten an answering machine and left a message, and only now, after a couple of days of patient waiting, was she finally getting a call back. "Hello?"
"Miss Zotha. Something we can help you with?"

"Yeah. Soooo...a guy I know awakened as a dragon. You're probably already aware of her, I'd guess."

"Indeed. We tend to keep an eye out for anything that powerful. She has been very well behaved so far, if not outright helpful."

"Great. It's just—she's having a little bit of difficulty adjusting to the new instincts and everything. So I was wondering whether you might know of any other, slightly older dragons who might be willing to help her adjust."

"We can contact someone for you. No guarantees, you understand—dragons generally do whatever they wish."
"Sure, sure. I would absolutely want someone who actually wants to help anyway."

"Very well. We'll be in touch."

---

"So, uhm...your tail's uh...forked?" Damon asked, just fishing for some reasonable topic of conversation.

"Yep. Ever since I first grew it," Graham said, drawing it around in front of her again and sliding it across the palm of her hand to right before where it branched off. "This split's been moving up toward the base now and then, too."
"That's not like uh...an unhealthy thing, is it?"
"Nah." She let go, allowing it to go back to swishing back and forth behind her. The wolf-girl watched, half-transfixed by this motion, but tried to focus on what she was saying: "From what I was told, it's a pretty good sign. Nekos like I turned into have their tails start splitting if they're 'wise' enough, and once it goes all the way up, we get 'amazing magical powers'. Supposedly."

"Oh, th-that's really cool!"

"Lessee here...you're into 'tomboy' looking outfits, I'd guess? Maybe some tank tops like this?" she suggested, gesturing. "Shorts? Skinny jeans?"
"Y-you um.." The werewolf felt her face flush slightly. "Think I'd look good in those?"
Graham didn't seem sure how to take the question, and hesitated for a second. "Er...the right fit, sure," she nodded.
"C-could you..pick a good color, then?"
"I'm not too good at coordinating, to be honest...maybe just somethin' dark?" Graham said, her tone making it quite clear she was just guessing. All the same, she went to pull a couple of things off of the rack, continuing: "Or, reddish to bring out your eyes?" She pulled out four pieces she'd just picked, holding them out where Damon could see them.

"Um, th-that'll work!"

"Off to the changing rooms, then." She started leading the way. "I gather there's some details to what happened to ya you couldn't share on stream." This put Damon behind her to watch that slim white tail flicking back and forth, which was quite the distraction...but at least easy to follow. "You and your friend and sister are..werewolves, I guess?" she asked, pausing briefly in her walk to turn her head slightly backwards. "Don't mean to pry or anything."
"O-oh, no, that's okay! It's—um—well. Onida and I weren't, before, you know? I-I actually got bitten by, what I thought was a huge bear, a-and...and, on the next full moon..." Her voice kind of trailed off at the mere thought of that entire experience.

"Oh, pardon me. Sounds awful touchy."
"Uh, th-that's okay. It was—someone super nice helped me out, in a way that kinda, also happened to accidentally make me a girl. So, that's how that happened. I...also lost a lot of my memories at the time. But she managed to track down my sister, and...somehow, even though I couldn't remember anything and looked completely different, we still recognized each other. It was like ma—uh, like that nice person...made a miracle happen, just by being there."

"A 'miracle', huh?" Graham stopped in front of the door to the changing rooms, turning around. "Guess that's how I'd describe what happened to me, too. I was pretty sick at the time, you know, and my granddaughter was desperate for anything that might help me keep going. Joined up with some..not so nice folks. Somehow or other, it worked out, though—they got the attention of someone powerful but kind, who offered to grant everyone a wish. Rachel—that's her name, by the way—'wished' me better. That's who made me young again too, later on."

"Oh! Um..." Something occurred to the werewolf at right this moment, after hearing all of that. "Do you think maybe..it's possible...we're actually talking about the same person?"

"Could be. Named Zotha?"

"Yes! That's her exactly! Wow. Hahah—small world, huh?"

"I suppose so," Graham said, smiling. Oh, and she had the most beautiful smiling face. Was she blushing a little bit too? Damon wasn't entirely sure; maybe 'just slightly red' was how her cheeks normally looked? She paused, reaching her free hand up to twiddle the end of one of her feline ears for a second. "Er, so, these're the changing rooms. I don't expect you need help getting these tops on."
"Uh—n-no no, I should be fine," Damon said quickly, taking the tank tops as soon as the catgirl offered them over at her. She was probably going to cost Onida a little more money than expected at this point, because she'd have a hard time not buying anything if Graham smiled at her like that again while she was wearing it. Well, she'd make it up to her sister somehow, later.

---

"Goodness, I hardly recognized you, Boreas! I mean, I know some people age differently from others, but..."

"Can it. It's a long story anyway."

"Pfft. I guess I don't have to doubt your identity, at least. Same old sour disposition." For the moment, the old-made-young werewolf was sitting behind her counter, playing host to the grandson of an old friend. He looked like a fairly unremarkable human, a fit thirty-something-years-old man with brown hair and brown eyes, but his scent would give him away to any werewolves..or other canid types like foxes, for that matter. There was also the mouth full of razor-sharp teeth he showed whenever he opened it to talk.

"Doubt I smell too different, either," she answered.

"Smell? How could I smell anyone in here?" Her guest waved his hand around in front of his face for a moment. "The scent of all these chemicals carries for miles, you know. I'm astonished the EPA isn't snooping around just beyond the borders of this little realm of yours."

"Araneus. You haven't been for a 'visit' since Lucent's funeral. I don't imagine this is a social visit, either."

"I'd be more inclined to come chat if you were more sociable in the first place, old man. Old..girl?" he corrected, shaking his head slightly. "Whatever. I know you're as disappointed as all the others that I didn't take up the old man's crown. But I'm just not cut out for managing that many people. Giant packs are out these days, anyway."

"You think a lone wolf like me ever cared about that? Lucent was already talking about dissolving the 'last great pack' before the heart attack anyway."

"Yeah? I guess you'd be the one to know.

"But! Speaking of that. My little girl's grown up during all that time. You should see her—a real powerhouse on the full moon already. And I believe she might already be making moves toward forming a little pack of her own. I couldn't be more proud." Araneus grinned big enough to bare some of his teeth. He always looked his most threatening when he was happy.
"Hmmh. Maybe you could take her to meet me someday."

"Maybe so, maybe so! She might especially like to if there's something to be grateful to you for."

"You want a potion," Boreas said flatly.
"Ooooh no no!" he spread out his arms dramatically, then used them to point sideways at an imaginary other person. "She wants a potion! Something very particular, at that. Can you imagine it? 'Daddy'," he said in a falsetto tone intended to imitate a small girl, "'can you buy me a potion?' She's never had much of an interest in alchemy before! Great big moon, I didn't even think she knew potions were real!"

"So you thought of me first. How touching."
"Weeeellll.." Araneus exhaled. "The thing is, what she wants specifically, sounds just a little bit impossible? But I'd still like to give it to her if I can. I know we spoil her a little bit, but Lue's turning out great so far! So—I think the strategy is working, and I'd hate to give it up now. You...do still enjoy a challenge, don't you, Boreas?" he asked, leaning forward and putting an elbow on the counter. "Especially if that newfound youth has resharpened your mind...perhaps you'd like to test it? Money, you know, is no object for me," he added with the brief gesture of rubbing his thumb across his other fingers.

---

Onida looked at the small pile of clothes on the countertop for a moment, then over at Damon. "I'm not sure we really should've left you alone with her," she said—a joke, but deadpan.
Damon didn't initially recognize it as a joke. "Um—"
"At least these all fit you, right? You tried them all on?"
"Yes! I did," she nodded quickly.
"Please don't feel like you have to get all of that if your budget's tight," Graham said. "I know what that's like, ya know."
"Pfft, it's fine," Onida said, finally letting out a small laugh. "I'm just glad to see some actual variety here. Anyway, we really should get outta here. I think Sam is shopped right out." She pointed to where the third wolf-girl was leaning against a nearby wall with her head tilted upward and her eyes closed; Sam audibly yawned at this point.

"Uh. S-so uh. When you're, done working. Do you, maybe wanna hang out and play some games or something?" Damon offered hesitantly, stumbling through half of her words. "We, I mean I have a lot of different..things to play on. At home."
"Well, I'd like to sometime, sure. Not this afternoon, though—I promised Rachel I'd take her out to lunch since I had to work all morning," Graham said. "I could give you my number to figure something out later, though."

"Um, yes! That's, that would be fine," she said, nodding rapidly.

After the three of them left, Graham checked her phone to find her shift about fifteen minutes past over. "Well then. Guess I'll be off, too."
"Proooofiii~iit!" Looking over toward the door, she found Valoz coming in, looking positively gleeful. "Excuse my outburst. Was that your doing, my good luck charm?" she said, waving excitedly behind her after she hurried over toward the Neko.
"They made their own decisions on what to buy," Graham said, crossing her arms.

"Well, you're fifteen minutes overtime anyway. So I might blame you just enough for a small bonus to appear in your next check anyway," she said, ruffling the catgirl's hair with one hand.
"I suppose I would appreciate that regardless. Anyhow, I've got to get on now."
"Yep! See you later~!"

Thinking about on her way out...Graham decided there was no way just a few more clothes sold had put the Mammon in that good of a mood. Presumably her meeting that morning had gone well, too.

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Wow, it's been over a year on this one, huh? I've had a lot of writer's block with this one, but feel like I've managed to mostly get out from under it.

One fun and exciting challenge/intense frustration (depending on my mood) with this story is trying to make sure it "syncs up" with Midas Journal just right. Not only for basic consistency reasons, but also because I want characters and events from the two stories to interact with and inform each other. Chronologically, this time period in Midas is where there's a fair number of time skips, which means I have to find some way to fill that time over here. I've been hoping to make a bit of a quick-montage of a week or so's worth of time on "this end" to help deal with that, but some things just really needed to be established and/or tied up before I could do that.

But, yes, speaking of Midas Journal: I have made some progress on that story too. There's a couple of parts that I want to form a "pair" and publish close to each other, and the second one is more or less fully planned out but has been unexpectedly difficult to finish. Anyway...a certain person's former name was never revealed over there, was it?