wasn't a wonderful combination. In the end he did a bit of both, which was, he figured, about right anyway.
He looked, which showed that she wasn't ugly or unwanted, but also didn't stare at her overly, meaning he wasn't a pervert. He saw her dark nipples and pubic hair, but thankfully Trice had her dressed in the clothing amulets plain brown set point clothing moments later, before he had a chance to make a fool of himself or give offense. For her part Trice just smiled at him, picking up slightly on his discomfort. From the way her face fell a few moments later she also worked through why that would be. She wasn't the only one in the room that had ever been raped after all.
The clothing turned from a mid-tone brown canvas looking thing to a lovely dress made all of black. It was a bit dire looking at first, but after a few moments it incorporated both lavender and hints of burnt umber colors that were made to glow slightly. Then as an afterthought, a slim piping of silver was run along the edging.
The Countess looked at it for a moment as a thin line of green paralleled the first line.
"Vassal too... Who has silver and green?"
Trice shrugged her shoulders rising almost comically.
"Green for Lairdgren, silver for House Timon. Naturally." She started to put her hand back on the woman, probably to undo the little bit of joking she was doing, only to stop when the larger woman nodded.
"I... see. Yes. Well, it could be worse. I've never heard of 'House Timon' before."
There was a pause, and then Trice continued, changed the woman's features with a delicate bit of disguise. Her skin smoothed and her cheeks gained a slight hint of blush to them. Then her eyes were rimmed with black, making them more dramatic, her lashes growing a bit. There were changes made, but it didn't take long at all.
Then, without asking, his brother's girlfriend touched his arm, making his clothing change to match the Countess's slightly. It had more silver in it, with just a hint of green, a jacket that shimmered like the finest silk and a badge on the front, which was a livery of sorts. It was hard to make out what the picture was, since he was looking at it upside down, but mentally flipping it over he got it. There, on a field of green, all in silver, was a large bird of prey, in front of the sun.
Trice let out a half laugh, then, surprisingly, leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
"Timon, Lord of the Sky. Now we just slip a lesser version onto heather and no one will give you any problems at dinner tonight. Mainly because they won't know what the heck it means, but hey, that's half of getting by as a noble these days. Confusion to those that would do us harm."
For some reason Heather actually suffered to be marked with a badge that mimicked his, but was about the size of a large coin, just in time for them to go out for dinner. Trice had her clothing and make-up ready to go, so it only took a few moments for her to do that, not the much longer time she'd spent on the others. That meant they had time to mingle, before the meal.
It was one of those strange situations at first, with no one approaching them, because treason was actually sort of a big deal in most places for some reason, even though the woman was on their side now . At least Tim presumed that was the case. After a few minutes two people did walk over to them, Count Lairdgren and his fiancé, Bonita.
No one spoke for a few seconds, but that wouldn't stand with Nita, who moved in and gave him a warm hug.
"Timon! I didn't expect to see you here. We heard that you would be however, Countess Montblanc. It's very good to have you back with us." It was about as polite a statement as could be made really, given everything. Then Bonita Coltress was nearly as sweet as a person could be, so that made sense.
"Thank you... I'm ashamed to say that I don't recognize you..." There would have been an awkward moment, but Trice pulled Tor over about then, along with Ali, who moved in and