The wyvern opened a lazy eye, watching the fairy gaze about in wonder. "She wakes." He sent the thought directly to Morticia. An idea flashed into her mind, causing a mischievous smile to make her devilish beauty shine. "Ohh! This ought to be good!" Ryerles loves this particular smile.

Morticia merely nodded and began to concentrate. A vine pushed its way into the bathroom window, practically slithering down the wall and across the floor. Once it touched the water, leaves sprouted and unfurled, offshoots reached out, curling on itself. Finally, when done, Ryerles whistled in amazement.

"That fairy has it good." "Don't I know it." It was a botanical fantasy. A large leaf spread beneath the water's surface, allowing a six inch being to sit without drowning. There was a vine, just high enough to allow them to dangle their feet I to the bath, several little Vines and leaves fashioned a few chairs to lounge upon. While small flowers sprouted along the vine, one of a decent size was down by the underwater leaf,  akin to that of a washbowl. Even a slide was made, specifically for Ryerles. The succubus knew how much Morticia hated getting her wings wet.

When the bath Utopia was deemed finished, the pixie stepped out of the warm bath, wrapped a towel around her lithe body, and padded into the main room. She flashed a wicked smile at Aryana as she sat almost aloofly at the table. "The bath is ready when you are." Morticia plucked a grape and plopped it into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she gazed at the fairy, already making measurements in her mind, creating the pattern for the dress. A modest dress, that would benefit the woman, yet be tasteful. Yes, she could see it now.

Arayna startled when Morticia entered the room and addressed her. The fey was not sure why, but she felt embarrassed for having burnt herself with a needle. Arayna felt she should have known not to touch it. Deciding it might be better to get clean first before eating the fairy propelling herself upwards with her wings. "Really thank you" she said happily, the fairy headed to the washroom while trying to figure out how she could keep herself from drowning in a large tube of water. Upon entering the room, she gasped in surprise. Maybe she should have realized that a pixie that was able to be her height would have thought of such things.

The fey admired the vine that had meandered its way into the bath, forming furniture and basins. Excited the fey removed the scraps that served as clothing and skimmed her feet along the water. Arayna laughed gleefully as she settled onto the leaf, submerging her lower half in the water. It was the perfect height to sit, and a stem of the plan nearby was perfect to her to perch her wings on, keeping them dry. The fairy reveled in the warmth of the bath, it was beyond anything she had hoped for.

Arayna sunk into her own thoughts, again wondering the differences between fairies and pixies. Were pixies able to touch iron, or was that something to do with Morticia’s form? Morticia had described pixies as beings born of mischief and pranks. To the point that it would seem they were quite cruel for their own amusement. Arayna was certain she had come with this warning before, too. Though could not recollect what she was being marketed as at the time. Catching her reflection, she tried to pull herself out of her thoughts. There would be enough time to sit by herself contemplate when the trio left her to her own devices. She may as well enjoy the company she had now and save worrying to keep herself occupied with later.

That settled, the fairy began humming to herself as she went about the task of bathing, reveling in the luxury of the experience. What was created really was amazing, it even had a slide, but if her wings got wet the fey would have difficulty flying, so she would have to skip that. Vaguely she wondered if that was a difference with pixies, where their wings coated with a substance that resisted water. Dragonfly's where normally found by water, maybe their wings could withstand being wet. Arayna would have to find descriptions of the fey folk, that way she could know the differences. Unconsciously the fairy sunk back into her own thoughts, absent-mindedly bathing and humming to herself.

Sewing was a puzzle. At least, according to one possible description that Morticia enjoyed. With a charcoal pencil, she drew her designs on the fabric, now spread flat before her. With patterns, one primarily saw several pieces, that if imagined properly, could make a dress. The bodice was a single piece, as was the skirting, each separate of each other.

It would be the first time that Morticia had ever done a two piece dress, but the imagined result would be worth it. Tenebrae carefully cut along her marks, Ryerles threading the needle, while the pixie took another grape. First, she sewed the bodice closed at the back, then attached the straps at the center. It was a low back for the free range of movement of the wings. Then she did the same for the skirt, an almost perfect circle, which would fold about the legs quite nicely.

She turned the skirt inside out, draped it over the bodice bottom. With Ryerles’s help, she lined the fabric together, then began to stitch them in place. After tying the thread off, she folded the skirt down and held the garment up to Ryerles. It was nice for a sweet fairy. ”Wow, Ryerles. Great fabric choice.” ”It’ll look great on her.” Morticia shrunk back to her pixie size, allowing the towel to fall. She donned a fresh dress, just as inappropriate as the first, and began the wait for the fairy to finish her bath.