Peaches. was. sooooo. embarrassed. Dressed back in her tradition elf garb, and of course, the slutty kind since she was definitely embracing her role as his beloved smutty elf girl since, sigh, some sex really did ease his heart and bring him so much closer to her, his arm around her waist and hugging her tight all the way here, up and down steep hills, against cocky roosters eager to peck her stiletto heels for daring to clank louder than their dumb birdy selves wanted, and all the way to a boob of a dome beside the chapels. Inside the...

Only moments after the cloud vanished Roo was already breathing in the usual apples, livestock and other smells of Appleharth. The window was wide open, its shutter shattered, the smell of its oak fresh and splintered. But now the breeze was hotter than Peaches’ gasp in his ear. The sound of the usual cacophony of the town rose up from the streets outside. People waltzing over cobbles. Wagons rushing over it. From than a few chickens and cows strolling along. A rooster or two challenging all with its birdy authority. The walls were plaster again, and ah, they were painted...

Peaches smelled the smoke before she saw it. Or heard it. No mistaking that stink of brimstone and lilies and the burning iron-bite of blood. Even under the scolding stink of cold iron. The explosion of one lantern was bad enough. Just the air was burning her insides. At least Roo had shielded her from the worst, but he couldn’t know how bad being so close to that thing’s destruction was for her. It slowed her down. Slowed her reaction. So when the puff came, which she knew would come moments before it did, she tried to be ready. Her...

The silent shock lasted longer than Roo thought it should. Just like … why were the fairy lanterns swaying so violently? They were practically like fans right now. Pendulum fans breezing up the place so well that Roo could smell both Peaches own peaches and cream smell and a lemonade musk that much come from that elf girl Peaches called Sunshine. The ground wasn’t shaking. No. It was solid and still underneath his boots. The light was wavering brighter and brighter, but flickering. The sunlight from the wide-open window came the swaying fairy lights from being too … distracting, but...

The moment Peaches saw Rouge burst into flame she knew something was off but couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Yet. Her own back was already to the bedpost. The oak jabbing her back harsh and knobby. Her bright green minidress of elven silk should of been more protective against physical and magical dangers than it looked like it should be. Just because it looked thin and stretchy soft, that it was so fine it was translucent at the right angles, showing her ruby heart bra top and panties, and even them at the right angle, were translucent, all...