It's a race then, can I finish the glass before the hooves grow in?

Down it! XD

Seems a waste of good scotch, but hey, not spoiled for choice...*empties the glass*

Lorna: There's plenty more... *she laughs as she thinks about the situation* ah, but I doubt you will want more after this.

A terrible thought occured to the man as his hips let out a series of snapping pops and he was forced to all fours, "Wait...you're not gonna eat me, are you?"

Lorna: *laughs in surprise* Eat you? No! Feed you, maybe -eight hours is a long time and you're a guest- but I won't eat you. *she pauses* Ah, but you're a human... I didn't have much to eat that won't change your shape...

"It it involves a slop trough, I therein *snort* I'll pass anyway. I can wait eeeeeight hours."

Lorna: *waving a hand* Nothing so undignified at that! What kind of host would I be to make you eat like an animal? But if you're not hungry, then we can just enjoy each other's company.

"Oh, guess I *snort* just assumed...peeeeiiig and all...*grunt grunt*"

Lorna: You're no more a pig than I am a fox. *she grins* Looks aren't everything, my friend, especially not in the sidhe.

"Eeeeeiiiiasy for you to say, all you have are eeeears and the tail, *snort* can talk without squealing...." he isn't bitter about the situation at all...

Lorna: *gives him a faintly pitying smile and smoothly shifts to her fox form* I can't help with the squealing, but does this even the playing field a little?

Most humans, strangely, are rather attached to staying in the same form. Or are shapeshifters like us the strange ones for changing our form as a human might change clothes?

(On another note, Lorna looks extra cute in this.)

Lorna: *lifting a confused eyebrow* Why would anyone want to stay in one form when more than one is obviously more useful? *shaking her head with an incredulous laugh* I'll never understand how the mortal mind works.

(Aw, thanks! ^^)

Sebastian: Great. Another boar. *sighs* Right, what do I have to teach him before he... grows into this form for about a day?

How do I talk weeeeee--without doing thaaat?

Sebastian: Quite honestly, snort often. It stops you from squealing.

That's *snort* annoying. Ooop, theeeere goes my back, going down! *annoyed snort*

Sebastian: Well, might as well introduce you to your main source of food, the trough.

The man's rapidly porcine-shifting face took on a look of horror at the thought, "Just a few hours *snort*, right? Raaaather go without."

Sebastian: Well, with your change, you might not have any other option. After a while, your stomach just craves it.

"I'm not an aneeeeiiiiimal, I'll resist it." *grunt*

Sebastian: *sigh* Look. You aren't the only one who has been turned into a boar. I've seen so many others change. I think I know what I am talking about. *grunt*

Lassiate: *A large parade can be heard coming down into the wine cellar, and an ornate golden carriage rather clumsily bounces down the stairs. two footmen sigh and resign themself to their master bursting out before they can open the door, he does so knocking them over.* I heard that there are fine spirits to be had here!!!

Lorna: *surpressing a laugh as she curtsies deeply* Well, now! I never would have thought my humble brewery would be visited by the Phoenix King, himself! Welcome, highness.f

Lassiate: *embraces her* Oh my dear pucca! Your welcoming words have pleased me so greatly! Of course who could not be welcoming to the magnificent radiance that is LASSIATE THE PHEONIX KING!!!!!! *the parade is silent, he looks at them expectantly* Well???!!! *The parade starts cheering*

Lorna: *she claps her hands along with the throng* Who, indeed! What suits your fancy, highness? There is plenty to sample.

Lassiate: *Gives a mischievous smile* What would you say is your strongest?

"Careful of the *snort* scotch," what looks to be an almost fully formed boar draped in the tattered remains of human clothing, lapping the last drops from the bottom of a rocks glass that had been carefully placed on the timber flooring, "packs a keeeiiick." *snort*

Lassiate: *The tall slender, subtly bird like man dressed in immaculate crimson and gold silk robes embraces the boar in a tight hug.) Oh you poor magically altered creature!!! You are so kind to be concerned for my well being!!! Even if they are completely misguided!!! You see, there is not a spirit or vintage in all the realms that cannot be handled by the magnificence that is LASSIATE THE PHEONIX KING!!!!!!! *strikes a dramatic pose, his parade is silent* Well???!!! * The parade starts cheering*

The boar gives a squeal of surprise and discomfort when Lassiate manhandles him, "Oiiieeee! Leeeeave off! Made me spill my drink..."

(Also LASSIATE THE PHOENIX KING!!! is friggin priceless haha)

Lassiate: *The parade gasps with horror as though an egregious sin had been commited. Lassiate throws his hand over is forehead in an overly dramatic and distraught fashion.* My poor dear boar person!!! I have commited the most embarrassing social faux pas!!! I have caused you to SPILL YOUR DRINK!!!! *The parade members start sobbing hysterically* I simply MUST make this up to you!!! *suddenly looks as though he was struck with a wonderful idea* Oh.... I know what to do... We shall have a PARTY!!! In your honor!!! *The parade immediately stops wailing in despair and starts cheering* And EVERYONE is invited!!! *The parade cheers even louder*

(glad you like him lol)

The boar just stares blankly at the antics, intoning incredulously, "Who are you?" A bowl of something smelling strongly of alcohol is placed in front of his snout, though, and all--including the possibly transformative aspects of the liquor--is forgotten.

Lassiate: I am LASSIATE THE PHEONIX KING!!!!! I do believe you have met my little brother and little sister when you were at that adorable little clinic. I don't blame you for not seeing the family resemblance... Acrathia insists on being creepy and sadistic! Imoldra insists on being a big angry, grouchy, and smelly wolf! Where as I insist on being amazing and radiant!

"The clinic...I don't reeeeemember much about it. *snort* Like I was there, but caught behind a fogged window. They sent meeeeeiiiii here--guess they finally figured out how to get Qadir and me separated--to get a little rest, hoped it would help me remember my name, who I am. *snort grunt* That's going reeeeeiiiial well so far."

Lassiate: *Hugs him again* Oh you unfortunate magically warped creature!!! You have had to endure so many transformations!!! One is finally undone, and now you are saddled with another!!! Fortunately as I understand the transformations only last few hours, so you should be back to being yourself. in no time!!! A word of advice, if you are tired of being transformed like this, do not visit Acrathia... she is... rather fond of doing this to people...

(I'm reading the exchange between Major and our dear King of the Sun, and I can't get the stupid smile off my face)

Lorna: Your majesty, I like your style! *she walks up to a set of shelves, retrieves a bottle with an almost black liquid swirling inside, and wipes off a bit of dust with her forearm* This is Fuil Dorch tequila. It was gifted to me nearly a century ago by a Shellycoat. I believe so momentous an occasion as this warrants me opening it for the first time.

The boar props himself up on the counter by his new pair of trotters--human pinkies still disconcertingly shrinking into the flesh of his wrists--and stares at the bottle expectantly. "What, if I have to beeeeiiii a pig, I might as well use the excuse!"

Lassiate: *Looks at the bottle with a level of reverence that has not been seen on Lassiate's face in ages.* Oh my dear lady... This is a magnificent gift you honor me with allowing me a taste... *He conjures an ornate shot glass, and and carefully and masterfully pours himself a shot. he then holds it up to the air.* A toast!!! To Lorna the amazing puca brewer!!! *He takes the shot savoring the flavor and the undoubtedly intense burn. he swallows and appears on the verge of tears.* Its.........BRILLIANT!!!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTLY BRILLIANT!!!! Oh my dear puca!!! ease consider becoming my official royal brewer!!! You and all your spirits would make me the envy of all the realms!!!

Lorna: *blushing and feeling genuinely appreciated as she pours a shot for her currently boar friend as well* You honor me, your highness. I would be pleased to work for you.

Lassiate: Oh my dear Puca!!! You have made me so happy!!! *Turns to the parade* Did you hear that everyone?! Lorna is our new royal brewer!!! *The parade cheers, he turns back to Lorna* I will be sure to give you plenty of advanced warning when I will need spirits for up coming events... In fact I will need some made for my afterparty once this whole nasty business with Henry and Lady Moth is over..

Lorna: *surprised* You are on speaking terms with the Traitor of the Sidhe? *she mutters* It will be a fine party, indeed, once she is apprehended.

Lassiate: *looks dismayed* Oh dearest Lorna, I hope I have not offended you with my association... My only desire was to have some joy and merriment after such a dour and grim tale, whatever the outcome... I hope you can understand my intentions...

Lorna: I am certainly in no position to judge you by the company you keep, highness. I was only surprised. *she pours herself another shot*

Lassiate: *becoming a bit more subdued, and oddly serious for him* I only met our dear Lady Moth once, simply because my darling little sister has become rather well acquainted with her... I am a much better judge of character than she is of course, but I have to agree with her assessment ... There is more that meets the eye with this whole story... Perhaps speaking with and coming to understand our good lady is the key to uncovering the truth...

Lorna: I do not mean you any disrespect, highness. I am sure you have valid points... but it is very difficult to find compassion for someone who assassinated our most fair monarchs and sent the entire sidhe into chaos. I would have to be at least a little drunk first. *she smiles faintly at her own attempt to lighten the mood*

Lassiate: Indeed... I was devastated when I heard of their untimely passing... It still seems like only yesterday when they banned me from the Foghair celebration for excessive debauchery.... *becoming slightly choked up* Gods I miss those two...

Lorna: *smirks* It may comfort you to know that your doings still live on in legend. Lord Umund might even have written it into the histories... I'll have to ask.

Lassiate: It shouldn't be to hard to find in the archives... To this day I believe it was the only time the festivities were disrupted with use of magically conjured lightning, kobold butter, a catapult, and a rubber duck...

Lorna: *laughs* It was a duck? I always heard it was a chicken! Well, you know how legends are.