Nymph interlude (Afina)

[Anastasia]

"Then we will go as one." Gold smiles, and it is not a kind smile, "Most elementals are wise enough not to trouble a gold dragon. Our trip should be a peaceful one, Bahamut willing."

[Ebiris]

"If it is we'll be half and half for how these journeys have gone." Although really they did ask for it on Cold so she can't complain about that. "Anyway, that's all for now. I'll see you both tomorrow," she says, fluttering off afterwards.

[Anastasia]

Any prep to do, Afina?

[Ebiris]

Other than picking out another fabulous outfit, Afina is good.

[Anastasia]

Your companions wait for you just outside of Aurora. Elysium is peaceful and lulling as it was before. Gold is in dragon form, resting on the grass. Simmer lies on his back, watching the clouds go by. Arrel perches on Gold's tail, wings curled in as he awaits.

Go ahead and intro today's edition of Afina's Fashions.

[Ebiris]

Magma of course will mean lots of earth tones and reds and blacks, but Afina doesn't want to just blend in she wants to blaze a trail. That means white is the order of the day, a colour that also brings with it a commitment to casting prestidigitation a lot so it doesn't become a dirty sooty mess. It's a long and formal looking dress that reaches down to her feet, covering them completely while she's in flight with the bottom of the narrow skirt that flares out past her ankles in a multi-layered and jagged style somewhat reminiscent of feathers. It's accessorised with a cape in the same feathered sort of style, a piece which has had her eyeing the wings of Aurora's angelic contingent somewhat speculatively. It wraps around her upper arms  and hangs low off her back to allow room for her actual wings to flutter freely and convey her through the air, also doing a good job of covering up the swords worn at her back. It wouldn't be Afina without a hat of course, but she's actually restrained herself to go with a more simple bonnet to keep with the slimming effect of her attire.

"Everyone ready?" she asks as she flies over to the group, smiling at how cosy they all look on Gold's back. Without further ado she opens up a Gate to Magma, placed at the edge of the basalt island.

[18:40] <@Ebiris> roll 1d8+10 heroes feast temp hp
[18:40] <Kobot> Ebiris rolled 1d8+10 heroes feast temp hp --> [ 1d8=1 ]{11}

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Afina: 287+11/287, glaciante's spiteful ward (CL 24 attached to epic mage armour), heroes feast (CL 20), mind blank (CL 17), fortunate fate (CL 15), planar tolerance (CL 7), epic mage armour (CL 24), moment of prescience (CL 24)
AC 87, spell resistance 39, blindsense 30, immunity to fire, water, earth, cold, disease, poison, fear
Spell charges: 6/10/10/10/9/9/9/8/7/7/6/5

[Anastasia]

"I am ready," Arrel takes off and lands on the ground, as Simmer frowns.

"Afina, don't you think the bonnet's a bit much?" Simmer says.

[Ebiris]

"I can't not wear a hat, Simmer," Afina says, flying through and waiting till everyone's come after her before she takes her hat off. "Still, I'm open to constructive criticism. Fashion just feels so much more important since I became prismatic," she admits, a bit of focusing on the magical garment shifting its style to a much more elaborate piece, with two puffy cones striking up from her head. Almost like horns really, as she puts it back atop her iridescent hair.

[Anastasia]

Simmer reaches up and pats her bare head. "I can and do go without a hat, Afina. You can too."

[Ebiris]

"What works for you doesn't work for me," Afina retorts. "Also this hat's an incredibly potent magical artifact that survived the searing fires of Magmasoul with me, and it's the only thing I own from Lifasa. This is is no mere ordinary hat, Simmer. It's an icon of power, a totem, even."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, but I swear you're married to it," Simmer says, hopping to the ground as Gold turns back to half elven form. "You look cute without it, sometimes, and I think you forget that. That's all."

[Ebiris]

"Well... alright, let me try something new," Afina says, heart warmed by Simmer's support of her cuteness. Taking off the hat she focuses on changing it to a new style, turning it into a silvery hairpiece which she threads through her tresses towards the back and side of her head, small hands running through her hair afterwards to tease it away from its perennial hat-haired state.

[Anastasia]

Arrel merely looks on dispassionately, while Gold keeps his own council.

Simmer claps for you, "See? That's different and works for you. It's striking seeing you without it, it really draws attention."

[Ebiris]

"It's not unbalanced?" Afina asks, still worried even if she's committed to trying this new hatless look at least for a little while. "Well, anyway. I've taken us to the island's edge so if we just strike out inland we'll find the Sinkhole soon enough."

[Anastasia]

Chatting done, the party heads through the gate. The edge of the island is a volcanic hellscape, where magma seas roil behind you and a thin crust of volcanic stone is beneath your feet. Everything burns. The sky is an inferno of exploding volcanic gases, the air here only tolerable to Afina through her elemental nature.

"It's not," Simmer assures you, taking a deep breath, "Besides, a little bit of asymmetry stands out and makes you unique."