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S3: Calm surface, Rapid Undercurrent

Nightfall in Leyawiin was abuzz with two general crowds. One focused upon The Three Sisters Inn and the other The Five Claws as a way to relax the night away with a fair drink and a good meal. Regulars found their way inside both, although there was an understandable hesitation with the Five Claws.

Currently there was something of a blockage, and many dared not approach for the moment. After all, it wasn't every evening that a huge Argonian woman was rather clumsily pushing through the normal sized door.

Clad in a simple pair of belted patchwork leather leggings, similarly constructed boots and a sleeveless cloth vest, Quill-Weave was thankful at the lack of embarrassment she now felt at putting on such a display; when you're exposed to a couple of cities worth of people completely naked, simply making a clumsy entrance wasn't a big deal.

Firm ass, muscular tail and wide hips wedged in the frame, it took a fair pull within to pop herself free and inside. She suddenly felt it may not be a tremendous idea to eat too much, lest she become a semi-permanent fixture in the place unable to attend her late morning patrol back towards the Imperial City.

Having left the rest of her gear back with her companions at the barracks, and only possessing a belt with a few pouches containing her septims and a couple of potions, Quill-Weave was determined to have a relaxing night. She dragged herself through, noticing a rather fierce looking, scowling Argonian woman of middling age stood behind the bar.

"You'd better not break anything, Marsh-Sister! I'll have you know I run a clean, tidy establishment, and kin or no, I'll spare you not the broom if you make a mess!" The proprietor, Witseidutsei, continued to watch as the giantess made her way to a corner table, already seating a number of other normally sized Argonians; Weebam-Na, his wife Bejeen, Otumeel, looking fascinated at Quill's approach, were joined by a new red and green faced Saxhleel who looked rather uncomfortable in the social surroundings, still dressed in a smiths apron over blackened clothing.

"There she is; pretty, big and pretty big!" Otumeel chuckled, raising a mug. The others at the table repeated the gesture, the only stranger in Quill's eyes was a little slow to respond, having been halfway through sipping a drink when the motion was made. Progress was slow, mostly because Quill-Weave was worried about knocking someone or something over, although thankfully, a passage had been clearly set up for her.

Other tables had been moved, evidence clear by some circular marks on the floor from original placements, a number of other regulars of other races watched the spectacle as Quill-Weave managed to finally rise to a crouch and crawl to a rather clear space left for her at her new friends' tabl;, back to a wall and legs folded or sticking out to the side as comfort demanded.

Almost all others ignored the last Argonian, Eyes-In-Stars, to enter after her, clad in crudely patched grey robes and trousers, right sleeve folded and sewn up at the shoulder from the missing limb. His colouration was uncommon but not unheard of, exposed tail and head having a deep blue with purplish red highlights, some basic leather straps covering his feet, although clawed toes poked through the front and a little of his heels was exposed.

"Glad you could make it, honoured one" Bejeen smiled and Weebam-Na nodded as they all sipped their drinks.

"See you've made a friend" Weebam-Na nodded as the one-armed Argonian pulled a spare chair over and sat down next to Quill.

"You have to help me, I've been forced here against my will!" He ended the forced indignation after a moment of confused stares, chuckling to himself, and as the others looked at Quill who responded by rolling her eyes and slow shake of the head made the others smile a little.

"I jest, I jest...Eyes-In-Stars, nice to be in such fine company"

"Oh, right, speaking of newcomers, Quill-Weave; This is Tun-Zeeus, the town smith" Otumeel nodded to the unknown Argonian, who smiled, uncomfortable.

"Yes, nice to meet you, I'm sure. Heard you're a bit of a hero. I must admit, I haven't really been keeping up with affairs elsewhere, though if you need a weapon, repairs and such, come visit, Marsh-Sister" He filled the obvious void left for him as best he could, but his life and trade weren't much for nights out drinking.

"By the Hist, always the salesman, that one" Bejeen chuckled. "Seriously though, he's a damn fine smith. That crude looking sword you had could use an upgrade"

"Always happy for the business. It'll be an interesting challenge making something for someone so...well, big" Tun-Zeeus sipped his drink.

Quill-Weave looked at the tiny mug in front of her, and licked her teeth. She then threw the tiny quantity of liquid onto her tongue. A sweet burning sheen lulled across her tastebuds but it faded all too quickly as it dispersed amidst her saliva, and a short gulp and it was gone.

"Y'know, I appreciate the drink Otumeel, but I've got a reputation back in Anvil, and damn if being a giant isn't going to put a stop to that; I'm getting as hammered as I can" She grinned and crawled to the bar.

"Witseidutsei, right?" Quill planted her coin pouch on the table. A small thing to her, fairly sizeable to the middle aged Argonian.

"Whatever the container you keep your theilul and trodh, bring it to our table"

"You're joking, right?" she pointed to what Quill-Weave first assumed was a rather large ale barrel, only to notice the Jel carved onto it,Theilul - Month supply - Witseidusiei - Leyawiin - Cyrodiil.

"You can damn well lift it over, missy! As for the trodh...hmph, gimme a while, I have to fish the little bastards out of the pool I'm keeping them in- tsk, except I can't leave the bar for as long as that'll take with everyone packed in here, I'll be robbed blind!"

"Might I be of assistance, young lady?" Eyes-In-Stars sauntered over, leaning across the bar, it was obvious Quill-Weave wasn't the target of his winsome approach. He tapped his index claw on the bar surface and gave Witseidutsei a look over, before winking.

"As you can see, I have no pouch to steal coin or bottles into, no affiliations in this town, and the good kaj Saxhleel before you" He tilted his head towards Quill-Weave "IS a member of the Imperial Legion. With me watching the bar and her watching me, rest assured; things will be kept calm and clean, befitting a dutiful, hardworking sun-blessed lady such as yourself" He winked, Witseidutsei flushed, or the Argonian equivalent.

"Oh, well, I...I suppose that would work. Let me just get my biggest pot for the_trodh._ I'll be right back. Don't you go anywhere" She smiled, and moving to comply, although not before securing the coin in a locked box under the counter, her harsher expression having left and she kept glancing back at the older male kin, who kept his eyes on her in return. She pulled a torso-sized pot from a wall, one most thought was for display and potential bludgeoning, and left out a back door.

"You're more dangerous than I first thought, Eiss. Maybe I should be praising the Nine you didn't have me out of my armour the moment we met" Quill-Weave said in a slightly derisive though friendly manner, already adopting his shortened moniker. She used the opening to roll the theilul barrel over to their table.

"Hah, only to the receptive, my friend. Didn't exactly get me by those Black Bows, hm? Besides, a glib tongue does wonders for peddling, bit of a lost art, especially among the Saxhleel" He said, weaving around the bar to man it. The older fellow looked right at home, to his credit.

It wasn't a terribly long wait, maybe half an hour at most, as Witseidutsei returned with the pot, which she dragged along the backroom space but stopped just shy of the threshold.

"You, big-one, how about a hand here?" The Inn owner stepped aside as Quill-Weave lifted the pot and brought it back to their companions. Witseidutsei then switched places with Eyes-In-Stars, who danced around the inns owner left the bar with a mutual smile. As Quill-Weave repositioned herself at the table, the innkeeper then arrived with a platter of bread, cured meats and other fixings to help cover the coin she had taken, as well as a stack of bowls and long-stemmed forks for the trodh.

Considering Quill-Weave hadn't had any reason to spend any money since she started working for the Empire, and didn't imagine having much reason on to spend on the way back, a chance to relax was a worthy purchase. She only briefly considered the nature of getting a weapon from Tun-Zeeus but certain priorities favoured others when it came to her hard earned coin. Blades couldn't ease her the way she wanted, if not needed.

With all food and drink available as ordered, the group of Argonians set upon with relish. The Trodh, small fish with a habit of killing the unwary since they were poisonous if cooked, soon found themselves being swished up into bowls, stabbed with forks, or pricked by single finger-claw in Quill's case, as they gnashed their tiny teeth at any other appendage finding their way near. Eiss had some trouble with his, having to cautiously aim his fork-thrusts without the ability to hold his bowl.

Still, the group settled in to eating, and after Quill-Weave cracked open the lid of the theilul barrel, everyone helped themselves to a few full mugs of the strong spirit before the large Argonian, pushing her tiny mug away, lifted the whole thing and took a few full slurps. The sweet fiery brew immediately sent a sense of wellbeing through her. Sobriety was overrated.

The group was silent for a good while as they ate and drank. Tun-Zeeus left after a short while, insisting that if he wasn't able and ready to open his shop in eight hours time then he'd never live with himself. The remaining group slowed their feasting and general banter and conversation, daily stuff and gossip mostly, set in as tongues loosened from inebriation, and while Quill was set on enjoying the party, she let the general back-and-forth talk go for a few minutes to further partake in her drink before injecting herself into the discussion.

"So you all know a fair bit about what I do, how's about returning the favour?" Quill kept her focus as her mind started feeling fuzzy from the theilul.

"Otumeel, what do you do for a living?"

The Argonian stopped sipping in mid-motion, letting a little of the spirit dribble around his muzzle as he stopped moving altogether, eyes looking to and away from Quill's looming form. He wiped his mouth and cleared his throat.

"Oh, uh...I....move....furniture and belongings into other...places?" he laughed nervously. He dunked his muzzle in the mug and took a big gulp.

"Huh, must be interesting?" Quill raised an eye-ridge but didn't press further.

"Me? I'm a hunter and treasure seeker! I cook too!" Weebam-Na jumped in, looking decidedly pleased with himself.

"Housewife to a rat hunter" Bejeen was eager to narrow down Weebam-Na's self-aggrandising vague job description.

"Potion and poultice peddler" Eyes-In-Stars responded, aware the others wouldn't know. "Currently out of stock, unfortunately....well, except one thing" He rummaged inside his robes and pulled out a small, mostly flat water-skin, although it oddly held its shape, bound to a thin belt that looked to have fit around his midsection beneath his robes.

"Figure while we're enjoying things, we could spice up the evening." He carefully thumbed open the mouth of the liquid sealed pouch, a subtle glow lit the tip of his muzzle as he looked inside.

"That's what those bandit fools get for not searching me thoroughly, hehe....so, how about a little sap?" he grinned.

Everyone eyed the substance with a hushed reverence, sacred as it was to their kin, as well as both its rarity and, as Quill realised, legality outside of Black Marsh.

"You supposed to have that, Eiss?" Quill-Weave looked around, double checking no other guards were in the hall. If there were, they were out of uniform, and either the novelty of the giant Argonian had faded or more important discussions were taking place; nobody was looking in any direction for long, let alone theirs.

"Use it all the time back home. You see, I was once considered a witch, a kroni or a wisewoman in a previous phase. Used to conduct all sorts of rituals and rites for our Sakhleel back home. Since my current phase though, I've felt a bit of a carefree wanderlust, hence my travelling merchant ways, but you never know when you'd find kin in need of a rite far from home." He shuffled in his chair and peered into the vessel like a spyglass.

"I have more with my travelling bag, but I always keep a little emergency stash" He sniffed the mouth of the skin slightly, sighing and shaking his head as if to clear away a mental fog.

"Since I have been rescued and we are making a celebration of our mighty Marsh-Sister Quill-Weave here, how about it?" He shook the waterskin slightly.

"I mean...sure"

"Well, if he knows what he's doing"

"Ah, why not, haven't got anything better to do tomorrow compared to communing with the hist" the groups words intermingled, Quill-Weave remained dead focused on the skin.

"Well then....Quill, if you would hold the theilul down for me" He held his arm out, a look on his face, of expectation.

Quill-Weave hesitated, looking at the two-thirds full barrel in her hands, and slowly lowered it.

The golden sap within was poured slowly, gradually from the skin. It mingled with the dark liquid, Eyes-In-Stars placed the kin down, and set about assisting it with his mug, stirring it, the liquid gained a slight illumination despite the relatively dark inn interior.

"Everyone take a cup" Eyes-In-Stars leaned back to let everyone indulge in one last cup, and Quill-Weave took a deep breath as she eyed the spiked alcohol with a mild degree of worry. Peer pressure though, especially among willing friends, and again that urge of some normality, overrode her caution.

"A toast to new friends, and to our heroic Quill-Weave!"

"Hist embrace us. Hist embrace Quill-Weave" they cheered, mugs clacked together, and everyone drank deeply. Quill hesitated a moment more, eyed the now half-full barrel, and proceeded to chug like it was going out of fashion. The familiar hot sweet alcohol gave its usual tingle, but she felt something catch, a claw snagging the back of her mind and she immediately felt the group around her, just as she knew they felt her.

"Ah, we are one people again, friends. Feel the mind, heart and blood intermingle, feel the wholeness of the Root inside" Eyes-In-Stars talked in a calm, clear fashion despite his obviously inebriated and sap-afflicted condition; everyone around the table seemed unstable, swaying somewhat. Bejeen and Weebam-Na pulled their chairs closer and their arms intertwined and muzzles met. A sense of adoration and love filtered through to the others. Well, almost all the others.

Quill-Weave immediately flushed and felt a sadness within, before flickers of a friend, a yellow Khajiit crossed her mind, the old devoted feeling from a month ago coming back in strong. Around that more immediate memory, something else crept in, encircling her thoughts and squeezing at her conscious thoughts.

"Hm, strange, I can't feel you anymore Quill....everything okay?" Otumeel called out, voice muffled as Quill-Weave's eyes struggled to stay open, before with a dramatic crash, she fell onto her side, out cold, thankfully only crushing the chair Tun-Zeeus had left empty.

Somewhere else;

Quill-Weave suddenly sat up, breathing a short gasp. Warming sunlight beamed through a nearby window, scattering bright lines across her bed. Bed? She looked down, a simple blanket covered her, the bed-spread around her. She dropped the blanket, her bare scales underneath, her breasts, an odd quirk for her lizard race that was a small quanity of hist-enriched fluid for baring young as she understood it, bare and only a meager pair of tail-holed underwear around her more intimate parts below.

"The fuck is going on?" She rubbed her eyes and slid her clawed feet over the side of the bed. The room looked familiar, but she couldn't put a finger on it. A pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, a soft chest pressed into her back, a muzzled mouth rested on her shoulder and a pointed, licking tongue lapped at her cheek. The shock was superseded by her heart fluttering from the voice the hugger used.

"Morning, Quiwea" A soft, as Argonian's go, voice whispered into Quill-Weave's ear-opening.

"Dar-Ma!?" Quill-Weave wriggled about and turned around, looking at the pale green and amber tinged face, and like coloures eyes, of her lover...ex lover. They shared a lapping of tongues, feeling the sharpness of each others teeth; Quill-Weave couldn't stop herself from cradling the younger woman's head and barely had the strength to resist pushing Dar-Ma onto the bed. The two eventually broke the meeting of muzzles, soft breaths on each others scales.

"I...Darmy, I thought-"

"Thought we could go for a run today? I agree; we can ride Blossom out of town to the woods, you can show me a few moves for getting through the trees and I can see about tightening up your bow aim. Later we can go to the Crosier for dinner and then tonight, back here? Hmm, well..." Dar-Ma's scales flushed, easier to see on her paler than average complexion. "Let's see how it goes, right?"

"I...I've missed you" Quill-Weave caught a sob as Dar-Ma embraced her again.

"Stop being silly. Come on, let's go have breakfast...oh, and I suppose you could get dressed if you feel inclined, I doubt mother would approve otherwise" she giggled, brushing a hand along the underside of Quill-Weave's tail as she pulled away, twirling in a slow dance as she pulled open a cupboard revealing Quill's old brown shirt and white dress skirt, and disappearing from the bedroom with a wink, and a human gesture of kissing the palm of her hand and blowing it to Quill-Weave.

She reached a hand out, unsure if she was catching it or daring to hope to pull Dar-Ma back to her. She was too familiar with this scenario, her heart already went cold at the prospect of what was about to come, but could she change it?

Quill-Weave threw on her clothing, finding her boots beside the door out, and headed out to the main living room of the house and the smell of cooking fish washed over her. It wasn't easy getting fish in Chorrol, it was far from any major streams or Lake Rumare, it was something Dar-Ma's mother would bring in especially when Quill-Weave visited. Every single detail continued to frighten her.

"Take a seat upstairs, it's almost ready. Mother's gone out for the moment to get some special stock, she'll be back within the hour" Dar-Ma busied herself throwing seasonings on the delicious smelling pan-fried trout. Quill-Weave exited the living section of the house and went up to Dar-Ma's mothers' shop room, where they always set a table for Quill's visits since it had more space. She sat down, briefly amused at the concept of sitting on a normal chair, armrests a good measure away from her generous hips.

"So, did you think about moving up with us any more?" Dar-Ma said as she entered the room bearing a pair of plates, wiggling her hips as she strolled over, set the plates and sat with Quill-Weave at the table. Quill took a deep breath, determined to take this opportunity to change things.

"I don't see why you can't move down with me-" Quill slapped her mouth shut as the words came out just as they had before, despite her attempts to change things; to say she'd love to move in. Quill-Weave's memories of the moment flooded back in sickening detail; This all took place at a time when she was barely keeping her finances in check, writing supplies diminishing her funds as she was nearing a critical point of her writings. It was only because she made regular trips visit Dar-Ma in Chorrol she even went at all, costing her coin that she could have used paying for a source for her next book.

The situation had her strained back then, and she hoped the pleasing company would erase her worries, but the thought of then just leaving everything behind when so much was there to lose, at least to her own foolish stubbornness. It was almost like a twisted ankle; something to ignore if left alone and something to rectify by cautious treatment, but Dar-Ma was pushing her to go jogging.

Quill-Weave's former lover sighed, expression dropping to a neutral grimace. The fish in front of Quill looked and smelled delicious, but she could feel a bitterness tainting the flavour before she even thought of biting into it.

"You know I can't do that, Quiwea....I can't leave my mother alone here" The words, gentle as they seemed were a typhoon, a force of nature that shook Quill-Weave to her core. The words reverberated in her head, she had to clutch her skull as the utterance caused her real pain, ricocheting about her mind. A cold sensation ran down from her head to the tip of her tail and down to her feet. She suddenly felt the armrests of her chair press against her hips, her clothing drawing tight around her body; sleeves pulled up her arms, her ankle length skirt pulled up to mid-calf and her toes were bulging against her soft leather boots.

"What the?" She looked down, her breasts prominent and being squeezed by her undershirt.

"If you're worried about being in all in the same house, we could always see about getting our own place, I'm sure we could get mother to help out with that, especially if you can sell more of your books" The younger woman nibbled on the fish, although was clearly waiting for Quill's reaction. Again, the older Argonian tried to measure her response, trying to emphasise the words; You're right, I don't know what I was thinking, I'm sorry, love. So simple to say, truly.

"But I have a social circle in Anvil, all my notes and writing tools. I can't just drop them. We can't keep gallivanting about in the forest all the time either, it's dangerous! This place doesn't even have any decent water to swim in for crying out loud!" By the Nine, no! Quill was panicking, her heart thumped in her chest as everything was crumbling again. Once more, full recollection reminded her of troubled sleep, a hangover leading to a grouchy temperament; it couldn't have been a worse time for this discussion, making her snappy and childish, pushing instead of withdrawing. She hated herself at that moment more than any other.

"It's dangerous in Anvil too! The highwaymen? Bandits? Imps on the roads, pirates, that horrible Grey Fox apparently keeps being seen there! Whatever you need replacing, we can do it! You can't make me choose between you and mother!" Dar-Ma's eyes watered; not from just this discussion, Quill knew from memory, but this argument opened wounds from just a couple of days prior, the discussion kept returning, each time emotions flaring harder. The sight burned into Quill-Weave's eyes and the words shook her again.

Her muscles underwent a spasm, she clutched the table, her hand swelled against the wood. Quill-Weave's already panicked heart rate worsened as she felt her shoes rip, her clawed toes popping through the leather. She felt her tail slither along the ground as the gap pinched the base by her swelling ass as any remaining space in the chair was consumed by firm, athletic Argonian muscle and a thin layer of healthy, feminine fat. The chair creaked and groaned with strain.

Dar-Ma, head in hands as she fought back the tears, seemed ignorant of the fact her distress-inducing lover was now as big as an exceptionally large Nord, seven feet tall if not more wearing clothes suited to a 5'6" woman. The spurt ceased just as her shirt tore down the side-seams beneath her arms, and the neck, already exposing her upper chest, now was engorged with scaled cleavage.

"If you love the sea, and the criminals and Anvil so much, how about you just leave, you mopey, aquatic stick-in-the-mud!" Dar-Ma stood and fled the house, leaving the door slamming open and swinging loose. Even distraught, the good natured young woman couldn't bite too harshly, but even so; the words, again, hammered into Quill-Weave, who failed to fight back her own tears as her hips shattered the chair, she landed ass first heavily onto the stonework floor as her hips sheered through the remains of the skirt. Her legs flinched as the muscle spasms accidentally made her kick the table away from her, upending it against the wall. Even then something lingered inside, instead of clearing like the previous two spurts.

Quill-Weave saw through tear blurred vision as her breasts snapped free from their confines, her flat, slightly ridged abdomen popping free of the corset-like remnants around her waist, the last of her torso was exposed as well; the shoulders of her shirt fell away as another spasm, eliciting a pained moan, caused her to swell up again, sitting on the floor but head as high as if she were standing just moments ago.

"No, Dar-Ma, please! WAIT!" she gasped, turning onto her belly and crawled down the stairs to the front door, only to feel the lingering power push against her limbs from the inside, Quill-Weave watched her arm stretch through the portal, overbalancing her as she fell on her face. The undignified positioning with her hips and ass skyward, tail flopped up and to the side, as if presenting to a mate; any comedy or lewdness was the furthest thing from her mind as another growth spurt sent her ass right up into the overhead space above the stairs. She was running out of room, and scrambling to the door again just in time as her shoulders smacked into the doorframe while her legs were still up the stairs in the living room.

"DAR-MA!" she cried out, watching her lover flee, accidently pushing past her mother, the two exchanged a glance before Seed-Neeus turned towards the house with fury on her face, stomping in approach, dropping a parcel to the floor. Like Dar-Ma, Seed-Neeus seems oblivious to the fact Quill-Weave's head and shoulders took up almost all of the doorframe.

"I think you had best leave, Quill-Weave! I won't let you drag my daughter down with you in your misery; she'll happier with you GONE!" Seed-Neeus' words almost literally pushed Quill-Weave back up the stairs as her arms shoved her from another involuntary flex, crashing back into the shop room where she came from with sufficient force to roll her over, shattering everything around her with her growing size. Again, that lingering energy from the angry words didn't spend itself immediately, catching hold inside a moment before inducing another surge.

With another burst of growth, her right leg stretched wildly, down the stairs, one of her feet through the door-frame just as her ankle became too big to pull it back through. She reached at the walls around her as the shrinking room offered less and less avenues of escape. Her left leg caught up, kneeing the ceiling as a back spasm and spurt shoved her head against the opposite wall.

"Please, stop! No more!" Quill-Weave sobbed violently as her body shivered. The spurts were one thing, but she was becoming keenly aware of something deeper building up, a white-hot sensation deep in her core. The living room had no spare space, even worse she could hear the floor creaking as it struggled to hold her massive frame. She was even bigger than normal, it was just like when Katia had cast that spell on her, except she was fully aware

She WAS aware, though, that it was a dream. Quill-Weave felt her logic push her panic and overburdened emotions back a bit. She assessed the situation, but even calming down, options were few to none; the only exit was down the stairs, a narrow path literally as wide as one of her strong thighs, pinching the upstairs doorframe, her foot feeling the cold breeze outside.

She felt the enraged but unthreatening pounding of a small fist on the sole of her foot, no doubt Seed-Neeus trying to get inside to throw Quill-Weave out. It was frustrating more than anything, but a muffled voice still made itself heard.

"Don't you ignore me! I knew she was too young for you, Quill-Weave, you and your drinking and mingling with scum for a story! Get out of my house and back to that hovel you call a home in that vile thief-haven of a town!" Another flood of erratic motion shoved Quill's limbs around, but she gulped the air and closed her eyes, forcing the sensation down. She felt a vague creeping of her scales on the floor as she grew slightly, but ultimately seemed to bottle the worst of it up, but worryingly, this only seemed to stoke the fire inside brighter, it was like the worst case of heartburn she'd ever felt, causing her to have to resist the urge to cough or heave.

Just a dream, she told herself. She collected her thoughts and worked slowly, logistically, as she pulled her leg free, damaging the wooden door frame, managing to bring all of her into the upstairs shop section. Seed-Neeus stomped up the stairs, and again seemed to ignore the sheer size of her daughters troubled partner.

"Right, now get out before I call the guard!" she barked at the huge Argonian, who simply eyed her back with a tired, though frustrated expression, wincing as another shiver was held at bay, but then causing her to clutch at her lower chest. She held it in once more, except when she tried to provide a rebuttle, the white hot pain shattered and flooded Quill-Weave's body.

"Guh....oh, here it comes!" Quill managed as she watched the fingers of her right hand snake out longer, the palm growing and following suit. Her left responded in kind, just the sheer size of her ring finger brushing a window shattered the glass. Her feet, pressed against the wall, bulged longer and wider, becoming almost silly, toes bumping the ceiling as ankles struck the ground. She wiggled her digits in mild awe before her legs lengthened, now filling the room to its absolute limit, tiny Seed-Neeus trying to wrap her straw-thin arms around the giantess' calf to pull her out, only to have it bulge well beyond her ability to hold.

Quill took a deep breath, and stretched her limbs in a single burst of motion; Outside, two great, red scaled legs, green inner thighs and womanhood present and visible burst free from the Northern Goods and Trade shop. With a mighty rumble, the whole arrangement collapsed as two firm arms also joined in, breaking free. At the far end, towards the Chapel of Stendarr, a finned, scaled head burst free, followed by a well built torso. The colossal Argonian sighed with relief, and stood up, looming over the town as her, with a final, hist-sac swelling surge, her growth spurt stopped. The former shop would have only reached her knee by this point, were it not in complete ruin.

"Pssh, here we are again, eh, Cyrodiil?" Quill-Weave, free of the pain, sadness, regrets, felt only a bizarre dream to take advantage of. Again, a hundred feet tall, only without an 'Empress' directing her or a Daedric Prince to fight off. This was HER dream; if she couldn't get closure with Dar-Ma, if she couldn't be relaxed by living an old day in the company of a woman she genuinely, heart of hearts, loved, then there was only one thing left to do.

"Fuck all of you!" She snarled, and slammed a foot back onto the ruined store. The ground shook, people watching in horror fell to as they struggled to stay upright. She carried on by punting the Oak and Crosier into fragments that scattered well out of the towns walls, the bigger pieces breaking the homes just beyond it.

"GUARDS, DO SOMETHING!" a scream ringed out. Quill-Weave snorted a laugh as true to form, the guards of the town gathered, and daring not approach, began flinging arrows. Her scales, inches thick by comparison, warded them off as she walked over to the front gates.

"No, see, I'm having fun, and nobody's gonna leave until I've had my way" she kicked the gatehouse, the wall crumbling; not unassailable, but certainly more difficult than a freely openable portal.

"Someone stop her!" "Where's the mages! They've got to do something" "We're all gonna die!" screams shouted out. A familiar force filled Quill's body. She laughed.

"Wow, you people, you have NO idea" She grinned and pressed her hands against her midsection as her body tensed, and she pushed taller still; ten feet more. She had an idea to earn more horrified statements to make her bigger. Quill-Weave hopped down one of the town roads where people were fleeing, moving far quicker than they could and the quaking footfalls causing them to struggle to move away. She reached down, hammering an arm across one of the streets with one arm to block the path, and with a sweep of her other hand, she grabbed couple of citizens for her efforts.

She stood clutching the two tiny individuals and looked at them, before squeezing them in her fist, earning a sickening crack. Quill went to gloat, but harsh memories returned, images of her own actions back in Anvil. This WAS a dream, right?

"Quill-Weave, please, you have to stop!" A high voice, hoarse with anguish, caught her attention. She looked down at the tiny form of Dar-Ma. The conflict within worsened; again, her emotions flooded to the forefront, logic beaten back by a pained heart and unkind memories.

"Dar-Ma....I...I just wanted you to be with me. I know I'm stubborn, and foolish, but...." Quill-Weave struggled to find the words.

Down below, Dar-Ma also struggled to find a way to proceed, only to stop all things as she looked at her ruined home. She bolted, full pace under Quill-Weave's towering legs and scrambled into the rubble, finding the broken and bloodied form of Seed-Neeus.

"What have you done!? Mother!?" Of all the words that had bombarded Quill-Weave's odd reaction to this dream, or so she still hoped it was, Dar-Ma's once again were a violent squall. Neglecting any minor spurts, the words each flared a single hot pain in her chest of their own, each as big as the one she had before outgrowing Dar-Ma's home. She had to stop Dar-Ma, or the reaction was going to be beyond all scope.

"Stop, Dar-Ma, shut up! You don't know what you're doing!" Quill's voice rasped as the pain shot through her. She managed to turn in place while resisting the pain, and began to reach down to grab the tiny Argonian woman. The girl didn't even look up, and clutched the broken body against her, a wave of force pushed Quill-Weave's hand back.

"You're a monster!!" Dar-Ma screamed. Quill-Weave gasped and reached down again, wrapping a hand around the tiny Argonian, but the damage was done. The hot pressure within was about to burst, and not for the first time, Quill-Weave attempted to outrun her problems. She made it over the wall, a step, a second and a third before, with a series of internal pops, fire burned through her insides and limbs. She clutched at herself, just barely able to not accidently squash Dar-Ma, as the world around her shrank rapidly.

Her grossly developing weight dug deep into the earth, and unable to move her limbs extended tremendously, feet scraping a vast crater each as they pushed the road, the grass around the path, the trees either side in a widening, wing-like arrangement. Her tail drooped and flailed about, smacking into Chorrol by happenstance, shattering and flinging rubble around.

The Argonian in her hand dwindled, becoming the size of a finger segment, then a claw, then Dar-Ma fell into the crevices of the creases of the softer skin of her palms, barely in view. Quill-Weave felt deeply unwell as the pain shocked her through with almost ceaseless abandon. It was too much, she felt faint, she fell backwards onto her city-sized ass. Chorrol ceased to exist, the entire Colovian Highlands shook violently as an Argonian visible from beyond even the Imperial city, fell still. The pain finally ended as her tail extended into Hammerfell, legs protruded to the Great Forest, feet upright adjacent to Lake Rumare. Thousands of feet of Argonian dominated the landscape of Cyrodiil and millions of tons of weight made every errant movement a noticable sensation for miles around her.

In a sense, Quill-Weave was thankful. It was quiet, and again, her mind and logic thrust to the fore again.

"It's just a dream....it has to be" she sighed, once again fighting tears. She looked at the hand Dar-Ma had been in, she saw nothing, and forcing herself to believe this was all inconsequential, she clutched a fist.

Only, she couldn't fully close it; something resisted her grasp.

"Dar-Ma?" She whispered, only to be shocked as a tiny, if only by comparison, Khajiit was in her hand, stretching between her palm and holding her index finger aloft, about as tall as Quill-Weave's middle digit.

"Hey, Quilly! How've you been?" The plucky, annoying Khajiit, no longer in danger of being squashed, sat in her palm. Quill-Weave blinked a few times, staring, having to mentally shift about to try and make sense of it all.

"I've been in a deeply confused fog of my own horrible choices. You?"

"Oh, you know; delivering rocks and trees for buildings here, blowing stuff up there, healing good guys and stepping on the occasional bad one" Katia kicked her legs about like a child sitting on a tree-limb. She stopped a moment, only to shiver, giggle, and suddenly swell up to twice her size, probably as long as Quill's hand was of she lay flat atop it.

"I thought I was making progress, dealing with all this nonsense since YOU made me this way, but...I dunno, again, I can't blame you for doing what you're passionate about and the mistakes. You didn't know what you were getting into....but I can't help but feel mad anyway" Quill sighed and, raising her knees to her face, tucked her head in an upright fetal position.

"We all make mistakes, sure. I make more than my share" Katia sighed back, more bored sounding than anything. "The important thing I always learned was never giving up"

"Sure, I've read that in like, a thousand fucking books, Katia. It doesn't matter any more. If this is a dream, then I'll just wake up and carry on; good old stoic Quill-Weave, too self absorbed to give enough of a shit about a really great girl in her life to pick up her awful sticks and move somewhere else!"

"See, that's why we work I think. You had made something of yourself, you stuck with it, but when the opportunity came to chase something else, you couldn't. I had nothing, I tried to make something of myself, and I've sought every opportunity to make things work, even if I caused this whole mess" Katia mused, grinning and shaking slightly before she smoothly doubled in size again. Quill-Weave wasn't quite responsive enough to catch her, but the Khajiit used her species' famous agility to drop from the Argonians hand and slide rather impressively down between her shins and onto her feet. The fur tickled slightly, but the moping lizard didn't respond.

"So that's it, right? I'm too big for anyone else, trapped in this life, and can only ever be with someone who's bigger than her because of whatever hex is still stuck in my fucked up head"

"Y'know, I had some thoughts about that" Katia said, wandering around the tiny forest; or what was still standing from Quill's world-shaking ass impact. She plodded around almost aimlessly, clearly trying to form a profound statement.

"Oh, this'll be rich"

"I think that, sure, the magic I cast planted a kind of seed; but after what happened with Dar-Ma, you secretly want to be pulled along by someone else, just as she tried to do with you. Forced to become something you're not. That desire made it grow and flourish, not just me" Katia smiled, calmly, serenely, as she doubled in height again, took a deep breath, then tripled in height. The Khajiit would likely be as tall as Quill's hips if they both stood, not that Quill-Weave was paying much attention, still face buried in her arms and legs both.

"Make no mistake though, Quilly. I'm not even completely sure that I'm actually here, because I swear I was supposed to be outside Kvatch sleeping. My handler's been trying to teach me about my magicka manipulation thing; y'know, how I learned telekinesis and the skeleton summoning thing?" Quill-Weave suddenly looked up, surprised, then resumed moping.

"Nah, you can't be here. It's just cruel irony that when I've fucked up this bad, I think of you"

"Well we haven't been in contact for a while, yet I knew Dar-Ma's name, even though you didn't tell me." Katia's eyes seemed to glimmer slightly, she closed them and the Khajiit seemed to meditate for a moment before continuing.

"I'm feeling this sense of happiness in you from meeting those other Argonians. Heh, I even feel that little bit of grossed-outness from that Otumeel guy's flirting...heh, he's named like breakfast"

"Okay, that's just racist" Quill managed a chuckle, despite everything "and anyway, you just know those things because you're a figment of my dream.

"Oh, yeah? Could a dream figment do...this?" Katia kicked Quill-Weave's hip. The Argonian felt it, sure, but she wasn't exactly harmed by it.

"Yep, pretty sure it could" Quill huffed, and watched bemused as Katia rubbed her pink padded hands together.

"Okay, I can feel you're starting to stir, better make this work" She closed her cat-slitted yellow eyes again and suddenly shot up in height, far bigger than Quill-Weave. She even felt the air push away as the Khajiit was easily four times as big as she was. Katia smiled down at her, and crouched, pushing and pinning Quill-Weave flat on the ground, just as she had with Mehrunes Dagon.

"Could a dream figment do...this?" she purred, and ran her sandpapery tongue over Quill-Weave's chest, then down to her flat belly, then to her slit, the rough texture stoking a wholly spine-shaking fire through the Argonians body, two months of abstinence being slapped in her face, a broken relationship and self-loathing born from it beaten into submission as Katia lapped at Quill-Weave over, and over, and over, the barb hair-ish tongue rasping on her clitoris. Lightning pinprick sensations caused her to scream in ecstacy, release was so near.

Snapping to, Quill-Weave sat up, gasping, red face burning almost luminous as she momentarily observed her surroundings; Empty bar, daylight, Eyes-In-Stars coming to from Quill's own disturbance. All thought processes were squashed as the giant Argonian scrambled, knocking furniture aside and literally punched through the door, up past and through the awning outside, sprinting full pelt to the gate. It was shut, so she simply scrambled over the wall without a second thought. She thought she heard Eyes-In-Stars call after her, but her brain wasn't working to that extent.

She fought every last step of the way, resisting the urge to stop and ravage herself as best she could, but managed to press on; finding a nice deep section of the Lower Niben barely within sight of the town. Quill tore her clothing off and dived under the water. The cold river did nothing to abate her lust. Clawed hands dug deep in her folds, then a rather perfect round oblong-ish river rock, the slightly coarse surface found its way inside over and over. Quill-Weave finally had release; she felt the same spasm she felt in the dream, but unable to distinguish between disappointment or gladness, she didn't grow. She did however manage to shut her brain down and simply breathe water through her gills for what must have been an hour as repeated orgasms soon faded into the background, the dopiest smile on her face, eyes half shut.

An odd thought stabbed through the orgasmic haze; "It's the most amazing thing. Yesterday was hard, and today it is easy. Just a good night's sleep, and yesterday's mysteries are today's masteries."

When she recovered, she dragged herself from the water, only to find Eyes-In-Stars, Bejeen and Weebam-Na sitting nearby. The married couple nodded in greeting to her as they were repairing Quill's clothing. Eyes-In-Stars offered a comforting smile, albeit one with a light flush at her current state of undress, or perhaps he knew what had transpired, perhaps both. Regardless, the shift of colour on his face was hard to see on his dark coloured scales if you didn't know where to look.

"You alright, child? Heh, I forgot you Cyrodiilic Argonians can be a bit sensitive to Hist-Sap without a sort of weaning process. How do you feel?" he said, barely managing to not get an eyeful of her nakedness.

"Um...I guess relieved? I think I've been bottling up a lot of problems ever since this" she gestured to herself, again, earning Eiss' a glimpse of her form, he turned away and cleared his throat as he caught himself inadvertently staring. "I usually just roll with the punches, but...long story short, I went from a bad breakup with a lover, straight into some madness with a Khajiit friend, to being turned into a giant and got us press-ganged into the Legion. I take it you've heard about what happened to me?" Quill watched Eyes-In-Stars nod in response before he took a deep breath.

"Bits and pieces, I didn't really put much faith in what I'd heard, but since I learned your name and I did ask some questions when I was being given a dressing down by the Legion... -ahem-, well, I suppose you'll see in the coming nights if you find yourself more relaxed, though I did wonder one thing; partaking of the Sap generally links the Saxhleel together when shared, as well as to the Hist, but you were absent mostly." He looked skyward, piecing his thoughts together.

Quill-Weave suddenly had a revelation as the old man likely had done the same thing over and over, glancing up and working through the problems of others; His eyes in the stars at night, probably meant it wasn't his original name from the ceremony though. Still, it would have been fitting had this talk happened at night, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

"I get the impression your mind may be linked to another through some other means, all we got were occasional shapes and patterns, discordant thoughts. I've seen this before by those disconnected from the Root, where magicka is trying to substitute for it" He tapped his claws under his chin as he thought harder about the situation, glancing skyward still.

"Maybe; ever since she cast this on me while mentally afflicted herself, I keep feeling this deep seated feeling for her" Quill-Weave looked flustered and frustrated, she pressed her hands into her forehead as if her brain was trying to escape the madness her life had become, squash it down; she'd done this before, and she hated to admit that it was easier to do having had likely the most powerful 'release' she'd had in a year. Unfortunately, this also made her unable to push to a conclusion on her own.

"I don't know what to do. Half of me wants to use the fact I'm free of my old obligations to try and reignite things with my old lover; when I saw her in my dream, I hadn't felt peace like that since...well, the breakup. Then the other half wants to bend the knee to these new feelings." Quill-Weave planted herself down next to Eyes-In-Stars, again adopting the upright fetal position.

"Child, these are things you'll have to work out yourself. I've helped many of those of the Root with their problems in my day, but whatever was cast on you isn't anything I've heard or seen before. If I were you though, and take or leave my advice as an old Saxhleel who has been both genders and 'tried' all types between; Try asking the Khajiiti in person what you mean to her, because if there's one thing you need right now, it's solidarity" Eyes-In-Stars patted Quill on the shoulder.

"You're changing inside because you're still young. You've gone from placidity to a maelstrom and had no say in how or why. You're on a sea of stillness with a vicious undertow and you need something to anchor you to the shore, as well as someone to steer you along when pulled free"

"I can't say I've been compared to a boat before....certainly fucking feel like I'm as big as one" Quill felt a distinct shot of deja-vu, sitting as she was and being debated, dressed-down.

"Heh, well, that's a fair metaphor to draw from at any rate; A ship is safest in a the harbor, but that isn't what ships are for, hm? What are they for, Quill-Weave?"

"....sailing?"

"Correct. But to weather the danger out to sea, you need a crew and a captain. Crew come and go, they are your friends, like these fine folk and those in Leyawiin. A captain, though, must be someone who sticks with his, or her, ship through thick and thin. So go and find your captain, child, because you will need their solidarity as you, yourself, a storm become. All things in balance, wouldn't you say?"

Quill-Weave leaned back, looking more relaxed as she pondered the words.

"I think I'll do that, Eiss. Although...I'm not sure when I'll be able to get a chance to talk to Katia, but I'll see what I can do"

"Good, good....oh, and before you do, about letting your boss give me back my stuff?" Eyes-In-Stars grinned.

"Oh, for fuck sake; we were just having a moment as well. Fine, you old coot. Ugh, I think I'm still in time for the patrol anyway.

"We're almost done here, friends" Bejeen said "Might want to resist the urge to tear these things again though, that's a lot of thread to get through"

"I'm going to have to settle accounts with half the town of Leyawiin, aren't I?" Quill-Weave pinched her snout, the relaxed sensation fading as the realities of life once again flowed over her.

"Well, it makes for an interesting story for all to tell if nothing else. I look forward to meeting you again after we part ways, child" Eyes-In-Stars winked. The four of them stood, Quill-Weave redressed, and they returned to Leyawiin with certainly a new experience under each of their belts.

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