Drae seemed to loosen up a bit upon hearing that Angela knew exactly where their youngest children were, and he heaved a sigh of relief. 
"Thank goodness for small miracles," he said softly. "I mean you, by the way," he added. "Still, I want to go and look around myself. I'd feel better knowing exactly what steps were taken to break that trap I set up," he said stubbornly. He knew that she was just as fed up. 

"It must have been recent… like, just after the Voice gave you back your body. Otherwise I think she would have tried something immediately. She lost a pretty good window of opportunity with all the chaos, and thank the fates for that," he sighed. 

When she rolled the blanket up and pushed her head into his stomach he felt like he would turn into a pool of warm gooey honey. She had that effect on him in this little form. She asked it, so of course he wouldn't go anywhere at the moment. 
"Moliira would be a good one to go to for help as well, if she wasn't busy with her own task at the moment. Goddess of the Hunt, after all, she'd be able to track down Cyprus's whereabouts without too much difficulty I would think," he commented. He looked down at the pretty emerald eye as the inquiry was made, and he looked thoughtful. 

"Hmmmm… Have you heard the story of the Kingdom of Tir na nOg?" he asked her curiously. 

Angela looked upset for a second but nodded. “If you must… Just stay on land, please. I shall be able to look over you as long as those conditions are met.” She let out a tiny yawn as she pulled the blankets around her more. 

“It could have been that she didn’t have the energy to do it until recently.” She looked up at him again. “Anything is a possibility in this world we live in.” She nodded as she put her head on his belly and sighed gently. “She would be a good one to go to but even if we did find Cyprus… she is on Parvpora and we do lose our godly powers. If Cyprus becomes as strong as she once was… Who knows how the fight could go.”

She shook her head at her husband and looked up at him even more curiously than she once had. “Will you tell me? And pet my hair at the same time?” The petting on her red hair made her feel a lot better than when she wasn't being petted. It was a soothing motion that had helped her conscious a lot when she was a child and here she was again making the same request. Some things never changed.

Drae smiled and complied and gently ran his hands and fingers over and through Angela's hair as he thought on the tale he was going to tell her. 

"Long ago, in a much more peaceful, simpler time there was a great kingdom called Tir na nOg. It was a strange and magical place, more so than the floating city of Tarishtar, with far greater magics than even Wyllmochvar of today; for this kingdom was ruled by some of the most magical creatures of all: the Borealis Dragons. If you had to compare dragons to the humanoids of the world, then the Borealis dragons would be the moon elves of dragon kind. Beautiful, fair, compassionate, drawing their power from the phases of the twin moons far above us, their magicks divine and oracular in nature. It is whispered that because they could foresee the future, they knew when ill times were to be upon their kingdom, be it in war, or famine, but would always come out the better for it. For years, the King and Queen ruled eternally, for Tir na nOg was known to be a kingdom of perpetual youth, but they were unhappy for as hard as they tried they never had any heirs. The Queen would weep to the moon, begging for the chance to raise just one child, and for that gift she would give up her very immortality. For centuries the Queen's prayer went unanswered, until one night, the moons came down to her in her garden. 

"For so long you have prayed to us," said Canelux. "And for centuries we have heard," Parvpora responded. "So tonight we grant your wish, Fair Queen. But in return for this gift, forfeit is your gift to divine the future," the moons chimed in chorus, for always is the ways of these tales. The Queen looked to where her husband the King ruled over the kingdom. If she were to accept the gift, gone would be the very thing that kept the Kingdom so well protected, but she would have their heart's desire. If there were a chance to raise a babe of there own, then perhaps if they were to fall, there would at least be hope for the future. 

"I'll accept. So long have we longed for a child of our own, to leave a legacy when we fade away," she replied to the moons. They nodded only once and vanished in a flash of the northern lights. When the Queen looked to where they had stood, the she-dragon discovered seven perfectly round eggs, each of varying hue, but with the radiance of pearls. This was the gift of the moons in exchange for her Sight…" Drae said softly.

Angela listened intently to Drae’s story. After it was done she fell asleep in his lap. They did the same thing for a full week. Once the week began to end she started to age. It was slow at first but she did a headstrong growth the second day. Drae was sleeping peacefully in their bed that they shared. When Angela woke up the first thing she did was notice her growing pains. She put her hands to her chest and noticed at she now had a bit of breasts. She was happy. She hung her legs out and looked at how tall she had gotten. She had lost the bit of baby fat she had to a more toned body.

She got up on the bed and took off her dress since it was too tight now. It basically ripped as she dropped it to the side of the bed. She got up and hopped her way over to where Drae was. “DRAE.” She jumped over him repeatedly until he woke up. “Wake up! LOOK I HAVE BREASTS NOW!”

She fell onto his chest and pulled at his hair lightly. “Look at how mature I am!”

Drae felt himself being bounced around on their bed and he sat up groggily, pushing his less than immaculate morning locks out of his eyes and wiped the side of his mouth. He looked up at Angela, who was bouncing upon him, quite naked, and groaned and put his head under his pillow. 

"Oh Gods… its started," he moaned. "You're a tween, Angela. Those are hardly mosquito bites!" he said, his voice muffled from beneath the pillow. "And mature does not entail bouncing around your room in naught but your room, squealing about how your breasts are starting to make bumps," he said as he lifted the pillow and looked at her, and he appeared to be pouting. "Was it too much to hope that you would have become an adult overnight?" he asked. 

Angela seemed displeased with her husband’s reaction. “WELL I THINK THEY ARE FANTASTIC,” she squealed. She began to tug at the pillow where his head was. “Mature is whatever I happen to think it is at the time!” To be honest Angela was just happy to be older now. She covered her lady bits as she stared at him. “Well if you don’t like me the way I am I’ll just pout like you.” Oh damn, the sass was there now.

She pulled herself from the bed and went over to her closet as she began to throw out all her dresses in search for something that fit. “Damn I have huge tits.” She mumbled as she couldn’t find a single thing to fit her small chest. “Drae nothing fits me.” She crawled back into bed and face-planted into his stomach. “Make things fit me.” There was suddenly a distressed cry from her. “It’s not fair.” Oh, the hormones as well…

If this was what Iva was going to be like when she hit her teenage years, Drae was grateful he had this warm up exercise so he would know when he had to make himself scarce. He sighed and sat up, and peered out at the just brightening sky, and then at Angela who had become distressed over almost nothing. He sighed and rubbed her head and pointed at a dress that she had tossed aside. It lifted up from off the ground and he waved his hand over it a couple times while the dress whirled round and round. There was a brief magical flash and then the dressed floated over to Angela.

"I enchanted it. It will change the color to match whatever you want it to be, and it will continue to grow as you do until you hit your proper Angela size," he said with an affectionate smile. "I like you the way you truly are, and you are perfect no matter what size," he reassured her.

Angela held onto the dress he made for her and looked at it. “Pretty.” She spent time making it change an array of various colors. Then she sped up a number of times she actually did it so she could watch the rainbow. She stopped and put the dress on. “Alright.” She climbed back on the bed and snuggled with him. “I like you the way you are too.”

They spent the day together and parted when Angela was made to do her daily duties. From blessing crops to making sure snow would grow things, she grumbled as she was forced to work alongside people who turned her stomach upside down. From phony priests to women who were clearly not good wives, she made it through her day to collapse back home.

Her tiny body climbed in the bed as Drae followed suit. It had been a long day. She was sure a long day for both of them. The night brought a lot more changes as her growth happened again. This time she had aged to what looked between sixteen and eighteen. The dress like Drae had promised moved with her. Her body now longer than her hair she stretched her legs and wrapped herself around Drae. She snuggled her face into his neck and laid gently kisses on it.

“My legs hurt so much,” it was from all the growing she had done over night. She began to nip at him playfully. “Make it stop.”

"Make it stop?" he asked as he cuddled next to her, much enjoying the much more mature body that she had grown into. Another day and she would be back to her normal self. He groaned softly as he sat up, his long black hair again ruffled with bed-head as he slid so that her legs were placed squarely on his lap and reached for one of the liniments that sat on the table beside the bed and opened the stopper. The sweet fragrance of peppermint and lavender filled the air as Drae put the ointment on his hands and gently began massaging Angela's legs. Realizing now, for the first time really since she had woken him up with her cuddling and nipping, that she was in fact in a mature body now. He leaned over and planted a deep loving kiss on her lips. 

"Hey, Beautiful. You are looking much more like yourself now," he said affectionately as he continued rubbing her sore legs with the ointment to bring her some relief. "How are you feeling?"

She frowned at bit at his groan as she reached over and grabbed at him. “No groaning.” She teased him softly as he picked up her legs and moved them to her lap. She only pushed herself up to straighten his hair before falling back on the bed and letting out a relaxed sigh as he rubbed her legs. “That feels so good.” She was already as tall as she was before, at least she had a feeling she was.

She blinked a bit as she kissed him back. It was the first time since she had been sick that she had been this active with him. “Hey, handsome.” She chuckled a bit as she sat back up and smiled at him. “I feel… well, you know how my sexuality is.” She groaned a bit knowing he wasn’t going to touch her until he seen fit. “It’s driving me mad. I might tie you up for days for revenge.” By the sound of her voice, she wasn’t joking with him.

“I’ll feel much better once I feel more comfortable feeding Ro again.” She missed the bonding time she had with their son. “I could do it now but I don’t know if you want your son having first dibs.” She laughed a bit as she laid back down. “I am just glad to be in control of my actions a lot more than the last few days.” She put her hand over her eyes and let out a deep shy.

“It’s eating me alive.”