This choice: The Next Evening, Estrel Demonstrates her New Size & Beauty at the Ball • Go Back... As was his custom, the Duke Montagu Blakeney stood at the entrance to his estate to greet the incoming guests. Young, fit, handsome, and well-spoken, the Duke’s charms had garnered him significant influence and reputation over the past few years. Yet none of his qualities were more admired or desired than invitation to his lavish balls. Gentleman and ladies of the court, famous leaders and warriors from all the races, wise wizards and powerful sorceresses: only the highest-quality of folk were in attendance. And he greeted them all, with a quip or compliment on his tongue to express familiarity and maintain his renown as one of the kingdom’s finest hosts. Not in two years had he been left speechless or without proper greeting to an arrival, and that wizard’s staff spontaneously bursting into flames in 688 had been quite a shock to everyone.
Yet this night Montagu was left dumbly stammering without any fires involved, as the Amazonian Estrel Ravenwind rose from her carriage, tightly clad in a forest green dress. Thrilled by the effect her size and beauty had on even one as suave as him, Estrel smiled deeply and sincerely. She shook his hand for the moment, expressed the customary thanks for the invitation with an additional hope to share a dance later, and ducked inside. It was many moments before the Duke could tear his eyes from her lush, retreating backside and resume his duties as host.
Throughout the evening, all eyes and conversation were on Estrel, still doing her best to dance gracefully through the crowds despite her enhanced figure. The court maidens gossiped about her transformation. Some elated to even see such a strong and beautiful woman, others insulted by how jealous they were. The various magical practitioners pondered what new curse, chant, or concoction had produced this impact. The few orcs invited merely nodded in begrudging admiration to see a human sporting more musculature than themselves.
Those who knew her were the most intrigued: “Is that really Estrel??” “Surely not, that dear is barely 5 feet tall, not some giant’s relative!” “But it is! I overheard her introduction as she entered.” “Well I’m quite happy to see her looking well!” “Me as well, but do you believe she’ll share her secret with us later? It would be nice to look like that…”
Meanwhile, brooding in the corner, the beautiful sorceress Gwynvere was most envious of all: “Pah, why are those fools giving that random maiden such attention? I’m clearly still the fairest of all - my spells and fitness ensure it! Is it because she’s like some sort of giantess so her appearance stands out more? It’s quite an irritant to be overshadowed at an event like this, perhaps I’ll use some more height increasing spells before the next one…”
Regardless, all the attention positive and negative couldn’t prevent Estrel from having the night of her life. In the intermissions between movements all the men were practically begging for her to dance with them. The worse dancers ran a serious risk of being crushed under the mountain of muscles scarcely-concealed under her dress, but it was a gamble they were willing to make to be in close proximity to such beauty.
At last, as the dancing drew to a close, the Duke Blakeney himself approached Estrel and asked if she would honor him with a dance. At his mark, the band began playing a swift tarantella and the floor cleared out of the way of the skilled dancers. They spiraled across the floor in a blur of coordinated movement. Twirls, catches, spins, steps - Estrel found with her enhanced strength and reflexes she could easily keep up with every piece of the difficult dance. As the instruments reached a crescendo, she felt confident enough to improvise, and tossed the duke spinning into the air.
For a moment, everyone held their breath. Then he landed gracefully in her arms, scarcely weighing enough to stagger her. The music subsided as applause flooded the chamber. Estreal daintily placed the Duke on the floor, both exhilarated by the greatest dance they had ever experienced.
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