"Covered?" Tenfingers gave her flustered friend a skeptical look. "I can't imagine how."
But Jalah continued working her dress around her swollen right breast, which slowly shrank into it. That created enough slack in the garment to allow her to tuck in her left breast, which soon equalized with her right. She busied herself with adjusting her shoulder straps and the plunging V of her neckline.
Tenfingers stood in awe of this display, staring and lost in amusement at how ridiculous it was to think of her unusually busty friend as flat chested compared to her earlier state. Then she figured out what had happened. A goofy grin crowded her face. "You put a holding charm on your dress! Phew- for a second I thought I caused all that."
"What? How?"
"Well I said something about 'scaled up' and then... I mean, who knows? I'm cursed right?"
"Yeah," Jalah said, looking sad in a dreamy sort of way. "I guess that makes two of us. And no, it doesn't work like that. It's called a conditioning curse. It only triggers to correct the targeted behavior. In your case, stealing."
"Well I stole the orb and nothing happened. Maybe the magic was faded enough not to work."
"Normally it would trigger immediately, but because when spells are interwoven like they were in this case, only the spell it was hidden in could take effect. The other goes dormant. And if the ward woke the wizard, I'm sure the curse will work too. I'm guessing that you didn't steal anything else after you took the crystal ball."
"No." The worry on Tenfingers' face crept into her voice. "I came here after sleeping and selling off the non-magical junk at the bazaar. What exactly is this curse supposed to do?"
"It looked pretty familiar, but here, let me examine it again."
"I don't have it. You had it."
After a short search, Tenfingers found the orb on the floor in the corner of the room. She lowered herself to the ground to inspect it. Deep cracks sprawled across the surface and the image looping inside, now barely discernible, was distorted and spasming. Cautiously, she nudged it with an outstretched finger.
The crystal ball disintegrated into a neatly conical mound of glittering powder.
heh I knew there was a minimisation kinda spell on the dress :P, anyway tenfingers is really going to be in for it, whats the bet she steals a bracelet or something thinking that Jalah wouldnt mind ^^
But Jalah continued working her dress around her swollen right breast, which slowly shrank into it. That created enough slack in the garment to allow her to tuck in her left breast, which soon equalized with her right. She busied herself with adjusting her shoulder straps and the plunging V of her neckline.
Tenfingers stood in awe of this display, staring and lost in amusement at how ridiculous it was to think of her unusually busty friend as flat chested compared to her earlier state. Then she figured out what had happened. A goofy grin crowded her face. "You put a holding charm on your dress! Phew- for a second I thought I caused all that."
"What? How?"
"Well I said something about 'scaled up' and then... I mean, who knows? I'm cursed right?"
"Yeah," Jalah said, looking sad in a dreamy sort of way. "I guess that makes two of us. And no, it doesn't work like that. It's called a conditioning curse. It only triggers to correct the targeted behavior. In your case, stealing."
"Well I stole the orb and nothing happened. Maybe the magic was faded enough not to work."
"Normally it would trigger immediately, but because when spells are interwoven like they were in this case, only the spell it was hidden in could take effect. The other goes dormant. And if the ward woke the wizard, I'm sure the curse will work too. I'm guessing that you didn't steal anything else after you took the crystal ball."
"No." The worry on Tenfingers' face crept into her voice. "I came here after sleeping and selling off the non-magical junk at the bazaar. What exactly is this curse supposed to do?"
"It looked pretty familiar, but here, let me examine it again."
"I don't have it. You had it."
After a short search, Tenfingers found the orb on the floor in the corner of the room. She lowered herself to the ground to inspect it. Deep cracks sprawled across the surface and the image looping inside, now barely discernible, was distorted and spasming. Cautiously, she nudged it with an outstretched finger.
The crystal ball disintegrated into a neatly conical mound of glittering powder.