Impish Intentions - Gwae

Continuing the imp-related chaos across the city, Gwae is the next  in line, following Kathalia:  https://www.deviantart.com/kathalia/art/Impish-Intentions-Kathalia-869726695.   This series is inspired by a wonderful fanart series that the  ever-talented www.deviantart.com/ivanksmw drew of the Kroashent cast, transforming them from heroes into mischievous imp-like gargoul:  www.deviantart.com/ivanksmw/ar… .  I've been wanting to try my hand at a similar sequence and finally  had a chance last month.  These were a lot of fun to work on, so I hope  you enjoy them!

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Gwae  held the small silver stick over the candle burning on her desk,  watching with annoyance as ink began to dribble out, a little faster  than she had planned.  The inksticks rarely worked with the cool touch  of her skin to the metal.  With an annoyed flick, she tossed the  cylinder across the desk, where it clattered and rolled.  The  frustration with the tool was not unexpected and she had been prepared  for the likelihood her hands would again be too cool to melt the ink.   She pulled out a small vial on a brass stand from a drawer and set it on  the desk, before leaning over to pull out a small ashwood box from  underneath her desk.  She opened it, revealing the swanfeather quill  sitting on the cushion within.  She carefully pulled it out and replaced  the box and moved to dip the pen in the inkwell.

The  vial was missing.  Gwae reasoned it had slid, or she had merely  forgotten to get it out.  She put down the quill and opened the drawer.   The vial sat within.  She pulled it out and put it down, moving to pick  up the quill.  It had vanished.  Gwae blinked.  She had just put it  down and it wasn't on the floor.  She pulled out the box. Resting on the  top of the cushion was the quill.  She moved to dip into the vial,  which was once again missing.  Gwae scowled.  Quill in her hand, she  pulled open the drawer with an annoyed and forceful yank.  The vial sat  within.  She pulled it out and placed it down on the desk, dipping the  quill into the ink... the paper was now missing.

She  spotted it peeking out over the highest shelf.  Annoyed, she dragged  over a stool and climbed up to get the paper.  She unfurled it and sat  back down.  The quill and pot were still there.  She dipped the pen in  once more and began to write.  Rather than simple scratches and drips of  blu-ish black, the ink spread out in a spiral of colours like vines,  flowers of red, blue and pink appearing to grow out from the nib.  Gwae  looked on as the drawings spread out over the page.  In a panic, she  pulled the pen back.  It was a very important document, and not one that  she could... she looked at the paper.

From  the desk of her honorable stick-in-the-mud, Guildmistress Gwaeron Sulime  Dethermir of the most distinguished guild of pencil-pushers... the  top of the paper read.  Gwae slammed her hands down on the table,  drawing forth a surge of her raw arkane power and scattering it around  her, shaking the windows and the piles of papers stacked around the  room.  A small winged figure appeared in a dazzling fizzle of glamour,  rolling around the air laughing.  Gwae grabbed the creature by its tail  and pulled it though the void.

"Alright ye wee  gurrier, ye've had yer fun, but..." she stopped, squinting at the little  gargoul who floated before her with a wide grin.  The creature was  small and human-shaped, with a pair of batlike wings stretching out  behind her, and a pair of horns poking out through her fiery read hair.   Gwae recognized her instantly, despite the drastic changes.

"Kathalia?!"  She sputtered "What are ye... How are... Why are ye in the nip?!" She  said, blushing as she noticed for the first time Kathalia's complete  lack of clothing.  Kathalia slipped her spear-tipped tail out from  Gwae's faltering grasp and held out her hand.  "You owe me a sous."

"..." Gwae stared at the open palm "What are ye on about?"

"A sous.  Its a coin.  You have a lot of them."

"I bloody well know what a sous is.  Why?"

"Technically  two sous.  I bet myself.  One that my clothing would be the first thing  you noticed, the other that I could sidetrack you by asking for a  sous."

"I dinna have ta pay ye for a bet ye made with  yersel..." Gwae stopped, looking at Kathalia again, mouth hanging open  mid-speech.  "Why..."

"Oh, this?" Kathalia twirled in the air,  giving Gwae a full rotation of her green-skinned body. "Do ye like it  Midons?  I came to give you a special showing, my little icicle",  She  floated behind Gwae and whispered directly into her ear in a smooth, low  voice.

Gwae turned bright red, prompting a laugh from Kathalia, who rolled back in the air.  "Too easy!"

"Enough of this.  Yer a gargoul and ye weren't a gargoul at Terce when I saw ye last."

"Well, my dear Dame Dethemir, that little nightmare creature left an  unsecured Wyldwstorm on her side table in this death-trap of a tower.   It cracked and here I am..." Kathalia said in a mockingly formal tone,  as she did while reciting one of Marie's more dramatic poems as she went  into the details.

"Ye touched somethin' ye shouldn't  'ave.  I told ye ta stop actin' the maggot when..." Gwae fumed when she  saw the imp moving her mouth in a mocking silent mimicry of Gwae's  words. "Are ye done?"

"Yes.  I didn't actually touch it.  The tower shook and it broke on its own."

"A  likely story... stop that." she caught the mimicry once more, this time  with an accompanying hand gesture.  "All right, you're intolerable like  this, even more than usual.  Let's go to the tower and take a look."

"No need!" Kathalia exclaimed happily "I saved us the trouble! I sealed it up and brought it here!"

"YE what!?  Are ye thick or bollixed?! If its as you say, the last place it should be is the the Bourse!" Gwae began to panic.

"Relax, I sealed it up."

Gwae looked at her with a suspicious glance.  "Alright.  I suppose if its sealed and warded, I can take a look.  Where is it?"

"In  that bag", Kathalia gestured with a clawed hand at a small leather sack  against the wall.  Gwae approached it and unclipped the strap.   Coloured clouds of smoke poured out of the back around Gwae, who  promptly refastened the bag.

"You said it was sealed!" she bellowed with annoyance.

"It was.  In the bag.  Very tight strap."

"I mean magically sealed with the Arkane!!"

"You know I don't touch the stuff." Kathalia said, floating on her back, examining her claws with disinterest.

"Ye  thought a wee bit of leather would seal this in?!" Gwae could feel the  horns pushing upwards on her head. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but  Gwae didn't want to treat it like a welcome one.  She pushed the bag  away as her already pale skin turned white.  Her clothing was already  starting to billow out as she shrunk.

"Your looking a little  wee yourself? Kathalia commented, suddenly interested again as Gwae  struggled like a child in a grown adult's clothing.  The only thing  keeping any of it up was her wings, hooking the interior of her tentlike  clothing.  Gwae glared as she unburied herself from her silken pile,  her tail twitching as it grew behind her.  She pulled of the rest of the  cloth, examining her small clawlike hands with disapproval.  "Now look  at what ye did." she fumed.  She also noticed in the nervous,  surreptitious glance from Kathalia that the other gargoul had looked at  what she had done, but was nervously pretending otherwise.  A wicked  smile cross Gwae's face.

"Or could it be... that this yer plan  all along." she said, adding a smoothness to her voice, a sudden change  from the earlier squeals of protest.  She unceremoniously dropped the  last bit of cloth she held and strode forward with an intentional sway.

"No!" Kathalia protested "I didn't actually know that it  would do that.  Well, I thought it might, but I." Gwae was right next  to her now, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, I believe  ye, Midons." Gwae cooed "Like how I believe ye showed up in the nip for a  joke." she pressed a clawed finger under Kathalia's chin, lifting it up  slightly.  A dark green blush spread over her face. "Well, let me just  say that these circumstances are giving me some... ideas of me own." she  leaned in with a barely audible whisper, her tone heavy and slow as she  nipped at Kathalia's ear.  The green blush grew even darker as panic  set in.

Gwae stood, dangerously close for a moment, before whispering with a laugh, "Too easy."

To be continued....

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