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[Bree'Dorian Armunn]

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Two Days....

...Thats how long he'd given her to get rid of the Atalan brand that she painfully wore. The area of her abdomen was still tender but that in itself was of little concern to her. More so, the consequences. At the end of those two days, if nothing had been done, Tarothin would cut it out of her skin himself.
Her hope of masking it with a tattoo had ended when Ditto told her that brands go much deeper than any tattoo she could make and the Atalan symbol would still make itself prominent inside the picture. Juju could do it but it would take time to be done correctly. Time that Bree didn't have. A combination of accelleration and rejunvenation. The precautions themselves would take a couple of days. Things had to be just so. And Juju was about to leave on personal business...not to be back for nearly a week. But, she told Bree not to worry. She could fix most damage her father might cause her skin if he insisted on taking care of it himself.
The actual ingredients needed were readily available in Juju's room, and the procedure would take barely a day to perform, but with the added precautions and fail-safes the old witch insisted upon, it was, in Bree's opinion, an unneccessarily long process.

When it was time to depart with her sister, Imryrr, to go to the arena for the day, Bree insisted on staying to see Juju off before her personal trip. Afterall, she hadn't spent much time at all with her beloved housekeeper since her return. Not feeling this same sentimentality towards Juju, Imryrr was pliable with her sister's wishes in this case. It was agreed that Imryrr would run an errand and come back for her in an hour or so.
A few moments after Imryrr's exit, Bree made much ado with Juju's leaving and hugged the old woman around her waist with a little comment of hoping she'll be ready to heal her from her father's gutting upon her return. The old witch's grumbling and shrieking laughther about gutting died off when Bree shut and bolted the door behind her. Pocketing the key Bree had snagged off of Juju's beltloop, she headed upstairs to confront her mother, Ditto.

Alone in the gloomy shadows of Juju's basement chamber, Bree silently looked over an aged parchment by candlelight. The same scroll that Juju had gone over to try to give Bree an estimate of what was involved and the extrordinary care that had to be taken so that she could better understand why things couldn't just be whipped up on short notice. But Bree really didn't understand. She thought the housekeeper was too cautious when it came to everything. Juju was a perfectionist. From the dusting of the furniture to the more complicated tasks of her witchery. And Bree had no time for perfection. The concoction just had to be made according to the instructions on the scroll and she would have no more worries about the brand or her father gutting her.
Quickly, she shoved the last of the ingredients into a sack and carefully placed a book of poetry and song on top, so that when her sister saw the sack she would assume it was just things to keep Bree from boredom at the arena today.



Finishing up with the sketch of a tattoo that Bree had gone into much excitement and detail with earlier in the morning, Ditto closed her book and packed it inside the picnic basket that held her husband's dinner. Juju had fixed it herself for him this morning before she left, with a reminder to Ditto to be sure she would tell him that he'd be on his own for food for the next few days. Happy with everything she accomplished, Ditto left for the arena, however, she had no intention of giving Tarothin his food. Remembering a rejected hug, she decided she'd eat his food herself in front of him.

Bree awoke on the floor. The potion she drank after applying salve to her abdomen had apparently knocked her out. The scroll hadn't mentioned that part, or she would've applied all the ingredients while sitting in bed. At first she thought that perhaps nothing had changed. Grabbing the spread from the nearby bed, Bree looked down at her stomach and began wiping away the thick, brown,gooey salve. When most of it was gone, she strained to see the area clearly but her bosom kept getting in the way. Realizing the problem, Bree's eyes widened and she looked more directly at her chest area. She had breasts! And a goodly amount at that.
Wondering what else might be different about her body, she stood up and looked herself up and down for as much as she could see, inadvertantly making herself go around in circles trying to examine her back area. There were little differences here and there. Her little scrawny body had become slightly more shapely in some areas. Walking over to the dresser and taking out a hand mirror, she examined her face. Turning her profile to see both sides and then straight on she still looked like her, but older. A couple or three years older.

Ditto entered the arena and placed the basket on the table to walk over to Imryrr's office door, where Bree usually stayed either playing her music or reading. Imryrr herself, spent hardly anytime in the office since her sister had come home, and was usually out training. She knocked on the door but got no response. Knocking again, she waited, and then heard, "Uhh...No ones home."
The voice sounded like Bree's mostly but somehow different, and Ditto spoke loudly to the closed door. "Bree, let me in."

Inside the room, Bree looked around nervously. "Who's there?" she called out, trying to buy some time to find some way of fixing her dilemma. In return she heard her mother respond.
"It's nuna."
"Uhhh,...who?" scampering around, she looked for the scroll.
"Your mother.....Ditto Armunn." Spotting the parchment, on the floor, she dove for it quickly and heard her mother's voice sounding more firm and worried. "Bree, what's goin on? Are you oki?
"FIne..." her voice was a bit too squeaky with rising panic. "I'm fine, nuna. How are you?" Rolling her eyes at the stupidity of her own last remark, she heard Ditto's reply.
"Well, I'm a bit annoyed with your papa, but na overly so. And my knuckles are still bruised from yesterday, but I'm more worried about you. Please let me in."
"My knuckles are fine, nuna. Thanks for asking." Bree browsed over the scroll, looking for some explanation or some way of undoing her current state. "Annoyed with papa, huh? Um, maybe you should uhh..go and talk with him?"
There was now hard thumping at the lower part of the door and Ditto sounding quite upset. "Bree'Dorian Armunn! You let me in this minute! If I go talk with your papa it's gonna be to break down this door! Now open it!" Ditto folded her arms and waited a moment, listening. Nothing but silence and she became more worried. She gave it another minute. But still nothing and no sound, so Ditto shouted at the door before turning to walk away, "Don't say I didn't warn ya!"

Outside, on the edges of the crystaline forest near the Arena, Tarothin sat on a rock oiling his weapons. Contentment in his task showed upon his normally hard visage. The peace he found there, suddenly interrupted by the presence of his wife, Ditto, apparently upset. She didn't wait for questions.
"Cloudster, Bree has locked herself in Imy's office and refuses to open the door!"
He shrugged at her comment, "At least she isn't going outside where she can be caught again."
She blinked in surprise. Female instinct took over and using his full name, as if it held some sort of swaying power said, "Tarothin Armunn, she sounds scared...Upset...something..and different. Get that door open please!"
"Who does?" he asked.
Ditto was becoming infuriated, and momentarily thought him daft. "Bree!"
She stood there, hands on her hips, and tapping her foot.
Tarothin looked back down to his sword, then up to the sky and sighed. "Fine."

Moments later Tarothin kicked open the locked door. Bree's back to him, and her head at first downward as if looking at something until the noise of the door clanging off its hinges onto the floor interrupted her and she snapped her head up to stare straight ahead. Too nervous at the moment to face her father. Ditto placed her hands on either side of Tarothin's waist and struggled, to no avail, to peek around him.
After a long moment, Bree quietly spoke, with her father noting her normal tone changed. "Well, it looks like its just a surface scar now."
Tarothin frowned when he noticed the new inches of her height. "You grew taller." Bree stiffened slightly and he continued. "What exactly happened? What mischief this time?"
Slowly, Bree turned around to face him with an unsure grimace written upon her more mature face. Her mind thought for an excuse, but honesty seemed best considering the promise not to lie to him again. She stuttered out nervously, "I um....couldn't wait for Juju. So I did it." And then she thought to take the blame off herself and place it squarely on his shoulders to try to lesson any punishment he might be thinking. Looking at him accusingly she said, "You only gave me two days."
He notcied the brand on her stomach was lighter, possibly allowing for a tattoo to work, and said matter of factly, "Well, at least you figured out a way."
Bree watched him carefully for any mood change but couldn't read him. He turned to Ditto with amusement showing in his eyes, "I guess, you should help re-adjust our daughter."
Tarothin moved passed her to walk out, mumbling in annoyance about 'soon to be suitors'.


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= Bree Armunn =

Song for Bree


"Even though Imryrr took more after myself, I predict that Bree will be able to shape the land through whispers in diplomats' ears..."
- Lord Tarothin Armunn