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"Well, now that you have had repeated exposures to that lowly estate, I suspect when the spell is recast, ye'll be able to keep it in a decent range this time." says Amestru stretch his arm over is head then letting it come to rest about Lyssan's shoulders. She flashes him a fond grin and snuggles close.

"What we've figured out so far is that things need to be done a bit differently this time for three main reasons. One, yer not nebulous anymore. Two we need to do this away from the moon's influence. and Three, we want a specific outcome; we not fishing for whatever we can get."

Lyssan frowns at him. "Kerobian, yer mage enough to know that how ye approach a spell affects how it comes about. Ye go into this with doubt in yer heart and it's gonna get away from ye." She sighs and stares at the fire. Something in her face shows she's had some serious issues with failing spells in the past.

Amestru gives her a little hug and stops Kero's questions with his eyes. "Aye, lass... and a positive mind set he will have, right Kerobian?" he asks with a wink. "Maybe it is a good thing Jor can't come just yet. Iffin we get all the wrinkles ironed out before he gets here, this thing will go down like silk. So, Kero, have ye decided on an age yet? How old do ye think ye should aim for?"

Lyssan gives an indelicate sort. "I don't think Tes will like that at all. Don't ye want a body that can live up to it's dreams?" she's more than a touch sarcastic in her comments and Amestru silently apologizes over her head.

"Actually, she has a point, Kerobian. All ye need is to be younger, stronger, and full of life, right... well why not be a young adult... a bit older than Keva but not quite as old as Tam." says Amestru chewing on his lip.

Lyssan rolls her eyes and laughs wickedly. "Kiddo, I'd say ye talk in yer sleep... only it's a bit more subtle and a whole lot more blatant than that..."

Amestru doubles over coughing, at least Kerobian thinks he's coughing. It is kind of difficult to tell. The old wolf finally gets himself under control, gives Lyssan a dirty look, then apologizes to Kerobian. "Sorry, old friend, I.. ummm... had a tickle in me throat."

"Can it, Kerobian..." snarls Lyssan testily. "This is my realm and my power holds sway here. Ye'll get no where by threatening us over something as trivial as that. Just watch where ye sleep form now on, ok? With dreams like that, ye'll be giving the younglings lessons they have no need of as yet."

She turns and stares him down, fire to his ice, causing him to remember he is in need of their aid.

Trouble is, Lyssan is just as angry as he. "Damn it, Kerobian. It is fair game for ye to make fun of my association with Ame and I did nothing to deserve it... that trick ye played was dirty and low.... period... but did I carry on about it... NO!... and I've done nothing here as well. Ye can keep yer frustrated anger and fantasies to yerself. I really don't give a damn about any of them. If ye really want to know the truth. Neither Ame or I did anything to ye to see yer dreams, yer f**king tail gave them away..." She would have said more, but Amestru stops her with a touch on the arm.

"She's telling the truth, Kerobian, all teasing aside. As soon as we saw what yer tail was drawing out, we left the room, to give ye space. So back down, mage, cause iffin ye do anything to harm my Lyssie, so helpme, I'll string up yer guts for Tam to play yer dirge on... and I can do it, too. Trust me. Anger, hatred and love are three of the strongest drives in any mage's life... as ye well know..."

His denial has infuriated Lyssan. "How dare ye deny it!" she shouts, jumping to her feet, her eyes flaring as red as the flames behind her. "Yer scent was all over our room that morning, Kerobian. I should know. I'm a fox, remember? Not some stupid human with no sense of smell. Ye came into our bedroom... while we slept, mind ye... and pulled one of yer so-called little pranks... do ye remember now? Or do I need to go on?"

Lyssan doesn't back down in the least. Instead she marches over and stares down at him, growing angrier by the minute. "Oh sure... ye conveniently forget things like that do ye... Do ye remember when Tam disappeared from his room... when ye played that awful trick on Ame and me... making marks on our faces and hands... embarrassing us before the guards... do ye remember now, MAGE!"