I looked to the side to see the cat -- well, the human woman who had once been a cat -- in a defensive position, her arms outstretched with sharp fing...rnails ready.My mouth was wet. I realized that she had been licking my mouth to wake me up and that had turned into a kiss in my dream.That dream ... what had it been about? It was fading ... Demie ... thunder in the distance... “Mowrr?”“Sorry,” I offered to my new lover, “It’s okay. I didn’t mean to scare you. Tch tch.”My calming tone seemed to. "I decided to take you up on your offer" I said. I went in and sat on his room mates bed. His room mate was one of the students who went home every weekend. As we watched a show on television, we were doing a lot of talking. I found out some things about Sean I hadn't known before, primarily that he had a fiancee back home and they were planning on getting married after his graduation. Soon, the discussion drifted toward our girlfriends back home and inevitably, it evolved into how much we. Maria explained that the Mistress had a guest suite for those of the most elevated of society and she had graciously offered it as the ‘happy couple’s’ honeymoon suite. A fire roared in the hearth, candles shaded with paper cast a warm, subdued light. I saw no bed and so remarked to Maria. She smiled her wolfish smile and opened a large oak door to reveal a second chamber of similar size, lit and warmed as the main room, with a bed worthy of the Queen herself. Maria took me in her arms and in. “Can I get a cup?” Helen asked. “I’m parched.”The elf nodded, then picked a blade of grass from the ground. She spoke the strange words again – and once again, her fingers glowed. The grass grew and grew and twisted, forming into a kind of grass-shaped flagon. It even had a handle to grip easily. She then passed her hand above it, whispering quietly as her palm glowed. When her hand had uncovered the top of the flagon, it was filled with water. Helen began to chug it down.Lucas gaped.Helen.