Dexter lay motionless on the ground, unable to fend himself from the tongue of a large cat-bird. His mind in a blur, it took him a great deal of effort to finally prop himself up in a sitting position only to have Mia send him crashing back to the floor with her tongue.
Not a particularly flattering moment for Dexter.
He could not use healing magic to deal with his problem since this was a case a damage due to the lack of mana and exhaustion, two things healing magic could not heal unless another healer did it. Not to mention, he was fresh out of mana.
After awhile, having a chance to regain some of his blood, and mana, his sight started to clear just in time to see Esmee coming in with a basin of water. Dexter stayed quiet as Esmee washed him, preferring to concentrate on recuperating more mana... Also so that he could enjoy a pretty girl giving him a sponge bath, not that he showed it.
His Psychometry allowed him to keep hearing Esmee speak as he was in his trance, hearing her chastise him gently about his risk. Something he was familiar with since many of his Superhero friends, sister have done so many times in a myriad of different emotions. Dexter never takes them to heart, not because he could not care, but because he believed there was sometimes the need. That is not to say he did not appreciate the care his friends and family gave him. What is worst is Esmee's reaction to it.
To win a war where the odds are stacked against her, Esmee is going to be seeing more events of similar situations from here on out, and none are pretty. Dexter needs to get her to steel her heart and resolve soon, or she will cave in to the pressure and lose this war.
Dexter finally regained a good portion of his mana a while after Esmee left. He then converted a part of that mana into blood, clearing his sight, mind and any other conditions of blood loss. He got up off the ground and creaked his neck. He caught the smell of food wafting into the throne room, he needed to get some food in, that will help speed his recovery more. But, he realized that he clothes were caked in blood, and right now he had no idea where his jacket is.
Dexter sighed, "There goes my thousand dollar suit..." He went to pick up the clothes outside. The moment he touched the cloth, his Psychometry activated and showed him how to wear it, among other redundant information. Dexter turned the clothes over in his hand a few times, the clothing was plain and nondescript, not to mention taking some time getting used to.
As he walked, following the smell of food. He cast a spell on the cloth, causing it to float and follow him, and it started to unthread itself. Since this was Dexter's forte, it did not take much mana for him to do what he is about to do. While still walking, the clothes on his body also started to unthread as well, mingling with the thread from the change of clothes, leaving Dexter walking in a pair of shoes and a pair of boxers.
As Dexter passed by, many people were able to see the spectacle that came next as the thread started to weave about, forming into cloth on Dexter's body. By the time Dexter reached the door where the smell was coming from, the spell had finished and he wore a hooded, gold-lined green robe.
And Dexter opened the door to enter the room.
Not a particularly flattering moment for Dexter.
He could not use healing magic to deal with his problem since this was a case a damage due to the lack of mana and exhaustion, two things healing magic could not heal unless another healer did it. Not to mention, he was fresh out of mana.
After awhile, having a chance to regain some of his blood, and mana, his sight started to clear just in time to see Esmee coming in with a basin of water. Dexter stayed quiet as Esmee washed him, preferring to concentrate on recuperating more mana... Also so that he could enjoy a pretty girl giving him a sponge bath, not that he showed it.
His Psychometry allowed him to keep hearing Esmee speak as he was in his trance, hearing her chastise him gently about his risk. Something he was familiar with since many of his Superhero friends, sister have done so many times in a myriad of different emotions. Dexter never takes them to heart, not because he could not care, but because he believed there was sometimes the need. That is not to say he did not appreciate the care his friends and family gave him. What is worst is Esmee's reaction to it.
To win a war where the odds are stacked against her, Esmee is going to be seeing more events of similar situations from here on out, and none are pretty. Dexter needs to get her to steel her heart and resolve soon, or she will cave in to the pressure and lose this war.
Dexter finally regained a good portion of his mana a while after Esmee left. He then converted a part of that mana into blood, clearing his sight, mind and any other conditions of blood loss. He got up off the ground and creaked his neck. He caught the smell of food wafting into the throne room, he needed to get some food in, that will help speed his recovery more. But, he realized that he clothes were caked in blood, and right now he had no idea where his jacket is.
Dexter sighed, "There goes my thousand dollar suit..." He went to pick up the clothes outside. The moment he touched the cloth, his Psychometry activated and showed him how to wear it, among other redundant information. Dexter turned the clothes over in his hand a few times, the clothing was plain and nondescript, not to mention taking some time getting used to.
As he walked, following the smell of food. He cast a spell on the cloth, causing it to float and follow him, and it started to unthread itself. Since this was Dexter's forte, it did not take much mana for him to do what he is about to do. While still walking, the clothes on his body also started to unthread as well, mingling with the thread from the change of clothes, leaving Dexter walking in a pair of shoes and a pair of boxers.
As Dexter passed by, many people were able to see the spectacle that came next as the thread started to weave about, forming into cloth on Dexter's body. By the time Dexter reached the door where the smell was coming from, the spell had finished and he wore a hooded, gold-lined green robe.
And Dexter opened the door to enter the room.
The plates lined the long table set in perfect placements. Esmee wasn't at the table but in the Kings room. Several of the servants that passed by him gave him a pleasing look as if they knew what he had done for their kingdom. The servants were well treated here and were respected for what they did to help. Anyone abusing any of them didn't bode well with the Princess.
"May I help you sir?" One said after a bow to show respect. "Lady Esmee is getting dressed for the feast tonight. I am afraid she wont be out for a bit." she apologized and straightened.
"May I help you sir?" One said after a bow to show respect. "Lady Esmee is getting dressed for the feast tonight. I am afraid she wont be out for a bit." she apologized and straightened.
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