The oil lamps burned dimmly in the study. The warm room was piled high with books and papers. The scent of ink and dust thick against the wooden walls. It was a room unfamiliar to any but Gloria, and perhaps one other. The furnishings were fine, but not overly so, lending the room a comforting feel. A desk rested against the railing that looked out over the common room below, ink pots, quills and sealing wax littering its surface.
The Dreamwitch sat behind the desk, watching the sleeping form of the seamstress on the couch in this rather generic study. Long legs stretched out beside the desk, obsidian talons tapping a light tune against the dark wood of the surface in front of her. The usual finery she had been seen wearing in the tavern of late was gone, replaced by her usual dream guise. A long gown of black webbing which clung tightly to her form like a shadow. A black cord hung around her neck, a single triangular stone of black onyx suspended from it. A stone familiar to two people thus far.
"Seamstress. Gloria."
Her voice was smooth and fluid, as she rose from her perch behind the desk. Moving toward the reclined form of the seamstress. The girl who lay on the couch would be almost unfamiliar to those who knew her. Her black curls were brushed and shining, pulled back from her dark features with a silver clasp, adorned with a triangle of onyx. Her form was slimmer, but more definied as a woman's body would be, wide of hip, fuller breasts and a narrow nipped waist. She wore a fine gown of deep red silk, cut to flatter such a figure without making her look immodest. Her fingers were slim, with longer clean nails, and both her hands whole, a fine matched pair of tanned flesh. Even her smile was once more whole, the missing tooth a distant memory.
"Gloria...we have so much to talk about. Come on now, Lazy bones. Let us have a walk, hmm?"