RP:Addressing a Giantesse

Summary: Oline gets a nice surprise from her new friend, Valen.

Larket: Mage Academy

Valen was looking much better. Gone were the markings now that he had been injured, except for a scar that ran from his right chest all the way over his shoulder to down his back a bit, that looked as if it still had some healing to do but otherwise...miraculously, he looked much more like himself. Vampiric Blood and the healing from friends is a potent combination it would seem. With a yawn he would finally put in place the last of the stitchings on the curtains he had been working on for Oline, and held up each part (as it was too big to hold up all at once) and marveled at his...well...decent, sewing skills. "This is just a sign that I should not quit my job to become a seamstress..." he would sigh with a shake of his head. "But it will have to do. Can't exactly have her walking around in what she was wearing the other night, no sir."

Oline clomped into the Academy on heavy feet, tracking behind her a substantial quantity of mud. Apart from her sandals, the giantess was the cleanest she'd been seen since first coming to Larket. Gone was the vast majority of the black crud clinging to her skin, and so too was the aura of noxious fumes surrounding her. Sopping wet snarls of black hair snaked all the way down to Oline's hips, giving her something of the appearance of a drowned rat. Carelessly the young giantess stepped inside and made a quick scan of the room. "Ello? Mistah ledderbrick keepah? S'mee... S'Oline... kin... kin Ah c'min?"

Valen, at hearing the woman enter the academy as well as hear her voice, would get up off the couch quickly and move to greet her before looking at the mud with a defeated expression. "The floor was just cleaned three days ago..." Putting on a smile, as floors could always be cleaned again, he would hold up the brilliant curtain-dress he had stitched together for her. Red and gold patterns adorned it, and the material certainly seemed to be pleasing to the normal person's eye. Hopefully she liked it? "I told you I would have you a dress ready, I hope it fits. Before you put it on though, perhaps you might like to wash up? Your poor feet are all muddied, and then once you dry off you can try it on? I'm...not certain how this material handles with water so I figured it would be best to simply plan that it does not..." Realizing he had -not- answered the sweet, large miss's question, a nod would be given. "You do not need to ask, you live here now remember? You may come and go as you please."

Oline was not quiet used to... living anyway. It wasn't an arrangement she'd had in a very long time. Even her stay at the Red Ogre Inn had been a temporary affair, though one she had enjoyed thoroughly. This was a different sort of situation. Obviously uncertain, Oline quietly nodded her head and reached out to take the dress. It was lovely! She hadn't ever owned anything that looked so nice in all her life! The temptation to become excitable washed over her, but amazingly she managed to swallow it down and instead maintain a respectable level of composure even as her eyes welled up with moisture. "Iss'a pritt'est thing Ah evah saw'd, Serr. Thenk yoo." A deep crimson flush came over her cheeks as she began to scurry off, only to stop short and stare down at the new muddy footprints smearing the floor. "I'unno whirrt'a go t'wash up. I dinn'n do dis 'tenshunally. Ah jess... got caught inn'a rain."

Valen felt the tug at his heart as she said it was beautiful. Tears even came to his cheeks as he took a few steps closer. "Well it's all yours. You own it, and I will always be happy to make you another." With a laugh at her confuson about where to go, only because he had not thought that through either, Deep thought would now be on his face. "Well...there is an entire bath house in Cenril, you -could- go there but youd still get mud back on your feet. I...I suppose I could see about adding a new room to the Academy to bathe in, that will have to be approved, but..." He needed a more immediate answer right now and it was driving him crazy. "You think you might be able to use a bath meant for a shorter person, like me? I would have no issue with you using it."

Oline crinkled her nose a bit at the suggestion. She honestly didn't know, but walking all the way over to Cenril wasn't exactly an option for her. "Ah kin try... but..." she trailed off as the thought of having to wait longer to try on her new dress sunk in. "... whu'ff Ah need 'elp inn'aer? Orreye git stuck'd?"

Valen had just been about to open his mouth to offer to help but clamped it shut. That was just not oppropriate though, seeing as how he had always been attracted to males, that had been the reason he had even considered to offer...but thought better of it. "Well...What if I had some of the older staff try to help you? Some of the women? I do not think you would get stuck, but if that is a concern I am certain that they would be able to help in any way possible. Would you perhaps rather just dry off for right now? Im sure we can just dirty a towel with the mud to at least wipe your feet clea and wash you up later. I -really- want to see how that dress suits you. Pretty girl like you I bet will look amazing!"

Oline really, profoundly, spectacularly hated baths. The moment the option to simply... not do it... her expression twisted into one of pure joy. In a flash she was half-way out the door, flopping down on the floor with her feet stuck out in the rain. A few minutes of this, and the majority of the 'thick' mud had been washed away, leaving just a thin smattering of dirt and grass clinging to her feet and ankles. "Ah kin juss uzza towel, yeh!" she exclaimed excitedly, her head bobbing. "Ah got'd mostalike clenned out inna rain erleer ennuways!."

Valenw grinned in actual merriment a she saw her joyfull expression, and would be all to happy to let her wash her feet off that way. Though...once that bath was constructed, the whole not bathing would have to go....perhaps. Maybe there could be some sort of compromise or workaround, but for now he just watched with that same smile. "Yeah, just use a towel, dry yourself off, and let's see that dress." In all honesty he was rather excited now himself to see how she might look in it. The Vampire had never given thought to opening a line of clothes for, quite literally, plus sized women, an dthe thought was very intriguing for him now.

Oline found herself a towel with only a little bit of direction and hastily dried herself off. Discarding the pitiable scraps she'd been covering herself with behind the cover of a bookshelf, the lanky young giantess quickly pulled the drapes-turned-dress over her head and down upon her body. It wasn't a perfect fit... just a little bigger than she, causing one of the shoulders to occasionally slip down... but that was perfect! She still had a ways to grow before she was done and it was unlikely a single dress would take her all the way to maturity. Still, this one was bound to last her a very good while, and hopping out from behind the shelf she 'darted' back over toward Valen with an absolutely unimpeachable grin. "Izzabest! Ahluvvit! Lookit!" She was... what's the word for it... giddy? At eight feet tall, giddiness was certainly a sight to behold. The girl spun about to show off the back, then twirled back to beam at Valen again. "Kin ah'ave yoo meck alluv my dresses frum nowan!? Ah ent neffar 'ad nothin's pritty's this! Neffar! Lookit!" It only took one bounce, from her toes to her heels and back, to knock an entire stack of books off a nearby shelf... but bounce she did. Twice, even.

Valen would give off a wince as an entire bookcase is rendered asunder. Oh well, they could always be put back up later. But he had to admit that he did pick out the right colors for her, even if she was only wearing drapes and curtains he had sewn together. "I would be honored to make you your own clothes from now on." With the realization that she had not a clue what his name was, "My name is Valen by the way. Valen Veldair, but you can just call me Valen." It did his heart good to see someone so happy...a happiness he had caused. If only there was a way that he could get-....Stop that thinking right there Valen, he would tell himself. "Well...You may have not had anything pretty, but you certainly are. Did you want to show it off to other people maybe? Show -everyone- how beautiful you look?"

Oline 's eyes widened in awe. She'd never had anything worth showing off to anyone... come to think of it, she'd never had anyone to show it off to! "Yessir!" she exclaimed with a squeak of excitement. Then, after a moment to calm herself somewhat, she added: "Ah'm... Oline. Ah'll try rilly, rilly hard t'nawt furgit yer nemmagin. Mistah V... Vvv.... Villun Vvvelderer..."

Valen would laugh again, before going to hug her about the waist. He found her to be so absolutely adorable, that he could not resist. "Vay...Vay-lynn." He would say as pronunciation. Though it was hard to actually hear how she had intended it, given her accent, it was not said with annoyance or upsetness, but with general good humor. "I promise you, no matter how hard you try, you will not forget." It was true, no one had forgotten his name yet and he doubted, with the impressions he seemed to make on people, that anyone would forget his name, any time soon. "But there you go. I have some things I need to work on but if you really -would- like to show off that dress, I would be more than humbled and honoured. I am afraid we already had dinner, though I made sure that a plate was set aside just for you, and it is waiting in the kitchen. I hope you like roasted boar, fresh vegetables, and Baked Apple and Pecan pie."

Oline returned Valen's hug with an awkward one of her own. She had to bend a bit, and then take care not to squeeze too hard. The man had just been horrifically injured, after all... even if he did look much better now. Best not to test how good the people taking care of him were. "Vay... lynn. Vaylynn... Valen..." she muttered under her breath, practicing until she'd gotten it right. "Mistah Valen... kin Ah eat affore I go'n... schwaff? I ennad nuffin t'eat sinsasince th'mornin. Effin then, wussonly sum bridd."

Valen looked a bit confused at this point, had he not said that she could eat? "Yes, thats right dear. Good pronunciation." One final squeeze would be given, before pointing to wher ethe kicthen doors are. "Of course you can eat!" A lighthearted laugh "That's why I told you where the food was. Don't worry, I set aside a whole boar just for you." In his mind, he wondered whether or not his boyfriend could unhinge his jaw and eat an entire boar. He did not think such a thing was possible, but then again Naga's were certainly full of surprises, bad, and most wonderful at the same time. "It's already cooked, and enchanted to be warm until eaten."

Oline had almost completely disappeared into the kitchen. Then, trudging back out, she grabbed her soiled rags and changed back into them behind the bookshelf. With a sheepish grin shot Valen's way, she'd explain "Dun wanna git m'new dress ull messamess ullreddy!" And then the dress was carefully hung over the shelf and left to wait until after she'd stuffed her face.

Valen understood all too well the reason that she had changed again, even withoit explanation, and the fact he had made something that another guarded and kept safe so tenderly made his heart sing. Finally, someone appreciated something he had done...and showed as such. It, was a good feeling to feel appreciated like that. "Absoloutely, no messamess." A giggle escaped his lips at the repeating of the phrase, and yet again he could not help but find it simply mesmarizing how adorable one so large could be. Suddenly, a maternal, if not paternal, stab was felt in his chest again before he called out "I know it doesnt need to be said but make sure you chew before swallowing!!!"