Crystal chuckled, “Yes, where we lived in Australia, it was a warmer climate too. It’s one of the reasons I love Topaz Island, it doesn’t get co...d there, either.”“It sounds like it’s a place I’ll be happy to call home once we get back there,” I retorted and shivered again.We strolled into town, I pointed out things I remembered and Crystal did the same. The same eatery I’d dined at was still in business, so we decided it was a good place to stop and observe. A young man came and took our. Then the shorts ripped around bulging legs and instead of her flat belly a six pack was now exposed. Then the shirt became tighter and tighter as her breasts began filling up and stood firmly on her chest. They were more prominent and proud to be seen by all than ever before. The shirt ripped half way down revealing a tight cleavage created by firm orbs. Then she heard tearing from behind and could feel her butt cheeks expand and reshape into steel buns. The shorts tore and wrapped tightly. You are correct. There is an element that was not part of her until recently. Whence this strangeness?I do not know. It feels like wizardry, but among the Istari only Curunír would do such a thing, and I cannot see how they could have met. Nor should she have encountered those who practice the black sorceries of the Enemy. Not yet, at least. But I also sense that she has tried to harness this energy for her own purposes, believing it no more than a tool.She will be destroyed if she. She saw a someone besides hersing in this quiet rest stop after she parked her car. Nearby in one of the gazebos was a fat man in his 50s with pudgy face. He was mostly bald except a few short grey hair on the sides. She that that he was a friar judging by the brown habit and crucifix chain he was wearing, and from the large backpack and shoulder bag (that looked as worn and faded as his habit) beside him. She thought that he might be travelling to somewhere that's quite so far from here. "Good.