An Odd Transformation...

[*Selebius]

A few days ago a well known Sensate and performer, the beautiful and talented Darela, was found turned into an infant, covered by the robes she planned to wear for this evening's performance.

Several mages and priests tried to undo this curse or transmutation but their attempts to dispel disjoin or break the suspected enchantment failed.

The artist turned baby is now in the care of her friend (and suspected lover) Thera who stays in the festhall, still trying to find out what happened to her friend.

There are rumours about two women who visited Thera and talked to her about magic and time. There was talk about Illithifs and a group called Eaters of Time.

This all caused quite a buzz aming the curious Sensates but they all hope somebody will find out what really happened, soon...

[*Rainbow Prism]

A visitor came to the ornate halls. This one held little regard for beauty of garb or jink offered for trade of senses. The gaunt tiefling corrected position of ragged by wear and use breastplate, walking through the corridors.

The incident was long finished affairs, but there was also curiosity.

Did killing the creature return time for the living? While question for booked was obvious, there was a chance to ask the more fortunate ones.

Stepping forward, blond tiefer looked around, her eyes detecting the most likely Factor of the Sensates. Unlike the rest, this one spoke to the group of berks, who caught every word spoken and each was eager to do any task given by him.

"You are of Sensates, cutter?" She asked this one "I am here to visit Thera and her friend."

[*Selebius]

If they are annoyed by the interruption they do not show- or better said most do not show.

There are whispers as the Tieflings gets her answer:

"Thera is not here today.. as you mentioned her friend I think you aware of what happened. She now adds 'motherhood' to her list of experiences, recurding raising the baby who is her friend now in a series of recorder stones."

A small dwarvish woman with complicated braided hair adds:

"She is at her house in the Clerk's Ward. Not far from here... go to the One legged Wench Inn and then turn right. Hers is the house with the blue door."

[*Rainbow Prism]

Offering a silent nod of gratitude, basher exited the establishment without saying a word. She did not even offer a glare to the whispering members. Mostly, because there was little point in doing that to those who annoy dragon just to get the feeling of getting burnt by it's fire.

Following directions, Raila considered few things about this rather odd incident. Why would Time Thieves leave such trace instead of lipstitching the Sensate by draining her dry?

This question bothered her while she knocked on the door dyed blue.

[*Selebius]

There is a baby wailing and then there are footsteps before the door is opened.

Thera is an elegant Aasimar, her movements gracefully- but she does not flaunt herself, her smile gentle but not weak.

"Yes?", she asks, holding the child close, rocking it a bit.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Violet eyes scanned up the aasimar, then looked over the crying infant in her arms.

It seemed like this was irreversible.

"Lady's Grace. Raila of Ciphers. You are Thera and Darela?"

[*Selebius]

"Yes, we are. Please come in.. how can I help you, Raila? I made an applie pie and I have some tea brewing in the pot.. perhaps you eould like to join me?"

She makes an inviting gesture- the smell of the pie drifting out to the street.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Invitation was first step to gathering information. Something hiver could not dismiss.

"Thank you. I needed to rattle bone-box anyway." Removing doubts and fighting off the wish to repel warm welcome, warrior stepped in with solid steps.

[*Selebius]

She leads Raila into her house- a small, tastefully furnished place, not without comfort but not overly gaudy as well.

The Tiefling is kead to a comfortably cushioned chair nearby a small table where she is soon joined by the woman who sits down on a similar chair on the other side.

Cake and tea are served, the baby resting in her crib again, playing with her fingers.

[*Rainbow Prism]

Cipher took the offered seat, carefully sitting to not tear the fabric of the soft cushion with chain leggings. The pie looked delicious, soft aroma of tea beckoning to dine on something different from baatezu brew and grilled outsider body parts.

Tentatively taking a cup, tiefling let herself relax, closing the eyes, sealing the tattoos' figures with her eyelids.

"I have come to hear a chant about... incident."