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I stand up myself and giggle. "You anthros are so tactile in your dealing with people! Or is it just because of who you're with? Now... could someone help me find my my clothes and sword? Maybe I'll do some training too.. if you wanted to see some forms... if not, maybe I'll need it for some unplanned heroics!" I say cheerfully. Normally, I would have searched for the things myself, but something about them made me feel less self conscious about asking for help. I have the same stance about the subject towards Ele, Kirino, and Maxwell, as well. All five of them for whatever reason didn't give me a sense of helplessness when I ask for their help. I wanted to get to know the others a little more closely as well... I once heard some warriors from my father's tribe say that loving your fellow warriors will make you fight better for them, and I wanted to feel that bond with everyone in our party.

Moriah:
"Well, I haven't had contact with anyone in 800 years," Mashai'i replies.
"That's just what I'm used to from my old job," Silla replies, referring to her time as a prostitute. "Wait...what?!"
"Oh, um...long story?"
"Right...anyway, here are your clothes, Moriah."
You feel them being pressed against your hands.
"Wait!" Mashai'i cries out.
"What?" Silla asks.
"I promised to create some clothes for her with my power!"
"Um...okay."
"Do you still want that, Moriah?"

Manra:
"Yes, that would be a problem," Rai'o replies, sitting up. "Perhaps you could ask around town?"

"Hmm..." Manra hummed slightly out loud, But who to ask...? Since i didn't know what to expect, i didn't really take much with me ...when i went there. There, referring to the Legion where she was given a ring. And not just any, but the one with Rai'o housed inside.

"Well... Why dont you try it? I was always kinda enthralled the idea of having..." I say in an embaressed voice, blushing, "... more girly and playful clothes..." I say, as if it were almost taboo for me to want to wear something elegent and doesn't display power or disipline.

Moriah:
"Well, let's see what I can do!" Mashai'i says.
The Ring gets a little warm. Not uncomfortably so, but noticeably. You feel...warm. Contrasting with the cool morning air, it is warm; no, it is the perfect temperature. Yet you feel nothing against your skin, just this mysterious warmth. The only thing you feel against your skin is something clasped around your neck. It is neither loose, nor tight; it is perfect. It is soft and smooth; the perfect feeling. Should you touch it, it would feel solid, yet not; a dream item, perhaps.
"If you're going to give her one of those, why not use this one?" Silla asks.
"Because that's old and disgusting!" Mashai'i replies. "I hardly think YOU should be wearing it, much less put it on Moriah!"
Silla is quiet for a moment.
"Okay, I'll give you that one," she says at length.
"Now, what do you think?" Mashai'i asks.
Silla is quiet again. She then whistles.
"Shows off her curves very nicely!" Silla replies. "I like it."
"Oh, good," Mashai'i says. "Well, I like it, too."

Manra:
"I think we turn it in," Rai'o replies. "But perhaps you should ask the man at the desk? I think we only paid for one night."

I give out a gasp at this mysterious feeling. I listen into their conversation and get a feeling of excitement. "So! What do I look like?" I ask nervously and excitedly all at the same time. I run my hand around my neck slowly, to see what this object was, as it seemed to be the only thing noticable against my body.