| "Now, my young were-foxes," Malachi begins. "Before we begin, lets
get a few things in order. While I myself have no concerns about clothing,
I seem to remember in my studies that humans and most humanoid races like
to clothe themselves for modesty sake."
Several of Fred's now too large outfits glow and shrink. Half of them
are now suitable for the vixen, and the other is suitable for Fred's new
form (i.e. suitable fo a person of around three feet of height and with
a fox's tail). Clothed, the demi-foxes look up and see that Malachi is
holding a simple golden necklace that has a small emerald setting.
"Next, while I can understand Astra when she says something," the dragonness
says. "I doubt that anyone else can. Fred will within a half hour.....final
touches of the lycanthropy. Unfortunately, while it enables him to understand
the tongue of the fox and the werefox language....it means he'll lose the
ability to speak the human tongue. I know that's just thrilling, but.....here's
a ring to take care of that language barrier problem. Don't lose them,
because I'm not in the market for many freebies."
"Why are you doing this, Malachi?" Fred asks, puzzled. "What's in it
for you?" Astra listens in on this, curious.
Malachi studies the demi-foxes, then nods. She sees no real reason why
not to tell her the humiliating reason why. True, the reason why is wholely
her decision. She could remedy is SO easily, but.....
"It has to do with vows and beliefs.....something that a vanishingly
few dragons still follow," the dragonness begins in a low, husky voice
filled with sadness.
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