[@Shadow Dragon]

"For starters, there's no need to pull off fatigue from me. As much as I probably ought to thank you for it, I should also let you know that necromantic energies come with unpredictable side effects. Thank you for doing it this once, but please refrain from doing that again. Now, if you want to do anything for Aurescia and I, you should let my wife cook you dinner and obey all of the rules she sets. Gods knows she's given me enough trouble about taking my robes off in the living room."

"I heard that!" A soft, feminine voice emanated from the next room, leading Ophion to let out a tiny sigh. "Don't worry, I'll have a clean set of clothes for you, Soul!" 

"And by that, she means she'll want you to go around in a loincloth when around the house. Or at least, the living quarters of this place. You'll need to have more when you go outside, or even into the store." 

Aurescia entered the room a few minutes later, holding several pairs of shirts, vests, pants, and undergarments. It was quite a pile. In fact, the pile of clothes stretched from her belly to above her head, so that only her horns could be seen barely poking over the shirts.

"Aurie, are you sure you didn't go overboard?" Ophion looked over the pile and wondered just how much of his money she had spent on it.

"Not at all! In fact, I was afraid I didn't buy enough. Elves are the most fashionable race, after all. At least, that's what all the books on them say."

"I-I'm not quite sure that the literature on the elven races supports that assertion." Aurescia ignored her husband, holding up a white shirt for Soulcors to examine.

"This'll look just [i]darling[/i]on you, once you put on that cute elf body!"

[@bloonewb]

Kali held her young daughter in her arms. While she wasn't an infant anymore, Varani was still quite young. The kobold priestess' duties allowed her little time off to spend with her offsping, so she was determined to make the most of this day. It was possible for her to request a transfer of duties to become a part-time priestess, but doing so would risk her standing with the temple and possibly reduce her access to the court of the 'emperor.' He still kept that title, in spite of the very real risks it posed. Even so, it hadn't doomed Xigyll, hadn't provoked the dracons, and hadn't brought doom on them all. At least, not so far. If there was a danger, Rughoi's imperial title wasn't the cause of it. 

"Skanoi! Come on! You don't need to wear that much for a trip to a bath house!"

In the next room, a young male rummaged through his closet, pulling out a red tunic which went down almost to his knees. 

"Mom! We'll be in the streets! You told me we can dress nicely when we're outside!"

"You're just going to have to take it off as soon as you get there, and we're not going far. You said you wanted to visit the Baths of Rughoi, and now we are!"

"No, you said [i]you[/i] wanted us to visit it, mom!" Kali let out a little sigh, wondering if dracons had to deal with this sort of contradiction from their family members.

"Don't talk back to your mother, son. Besides, it'll have everything you could possibly want. Swimming pools, warm baths, saunas, massages-"

"Those are girl things!" Skanoi snapped back, clearly not looking forward to what he thought would be a boring day lying around in a pool. 

Kali lowered her voice and briefly addressed Varani. "At least my little girl likes the water, doesn't she?" 

She kicked her little legs and nodded in agreement. "Wa-per! Wa-per!" 

"Eh, close enough."

Kali turned her snout towards the living room, not wanting to argue with her son further at the moment. "Kutur! You ready yet! You can bring the books with you if you like! There's a library built into the bath complex!" There were two, in fact; one in draconic, the other in every other language available to the scribes of Xigyll, which mostly meant common and undercommon, but they had a few tomes in elven, dwarven, and a few more.