Narro looked at her. “No, not like a dancer but like an athlete after an injury.”
“Oh, shit. I see it now. She’s getting used to her body.”
“Right. She’s recently activated.”
Narro looked over. “What are the porters doing?”
“I think Rache said something about a dress shop.”
“Ahheel is going to love that.” He chuckled.
“This is going to be simpler stuff for the most part. Rache says it is super comfortable.”
“If it is what they are wearing, I would have to agree that it looks comfortable and seems to fit a number of sizes easily.”
Hara grinned. “She even got Aeryn. Damn, that does look comfy.”
Narro blinked. “And yet very feminine. That is a hard line to straddle.”
Hara watched the flowing trousers Aeryn was wearing and realized they were the same as the others had on but in dress form. No seams, no ties, just playful fluttering. “I want one.”
Narro laughed. “Yeah, Ahheel is going to hate this, possible Kekoa as well.”
The launch was being tied off, and Aeryn walked down the dock with the ladies behind her. The porters surged forward the moment the dock was clear, and bolts of fabric and boxes were loaded up for transport. The elf walked over to the guys and smiled. They nodded and continued their work.
Rache grinned. “Hara! Oh wow. You are huge!”
Hara snorted. “Due any day now. Come here, Rache.”
Hara was surprised at how Rache’s skin felt. “What the hell?”
“Oh, I activated as an elf, same as Eden. Moira, too, but she’s stuck.”
Narro covered his mouth. “Stuck?”
The woman’s ear twitched. “Yes. Stuck. I can’t cram back into beta, so I came home where there are fewer excited crowds and more chances to figure out what is going on.”
Hara was fascinated by the fabric of Rache’s shirt. “Oh, wow. This is amazing.” She looked to the elf. “Can I get one?”
The woman smiled. “Certainly, Lady Haravin. I can probably find one before the porters take off, if you like.”
“Yes. Absofuckinglutely.”
The elf smiled and walked to the transport, quickly diving into a box and coming out with a length of soft gold in her arms.
She walked back to Haravin. “Here you are. Let me know if it needs alterations. I don’t sleep much, so I can do them tonight.”
Haravin was purring and rubbing the fabric against her cheek.
Narro cleared his throat.
“What? Oh. Ladies, this is Narro. He’s a dark elf. Narro, this is Rache, my friend, Eden, also a dance buddy, and my newest bestie, Moira. This feels amazing.”
“Thanks. I had the fabric made up specifically for tactile fixation.” She grinned. “I have some daily-wear designs, but I have heard that Mickey had snagged a bunch of Elite designs from her time at the Stronghold and wanted to know if she wanted to team up.”
A loud feminine voice called out, “Fuck yeah!”
Moira laughed and turned to watch the elf with the chest markings coming toward her.
