Celeste woke up and found her body had changed with the impending night. “God damnit.” She was her little lovable self. She slunk out of bed and went over to the closet. She didn’t like anything she had. “Mirannda!” Her child like voice yelled. “Come here,” she yanked on the string with a little force. “I need your help…” Her clothes were put up on a shelf for nights with the full moon and she had forgotten it was so soon.

The nightgown from the night before had her swimming in it as she pulled it up and padded out of her room. “Mirannda…” She must have been asleep. She made it into the phoenix’s room and crawled up on the bed and over her. “Wake up. I require your assistance. I am small and cannot reach the things I need.”

This would be the first time that Mirannda would see Celeste in this form and she was sure it would be shocking. “Get up.” She pulled lightly on the phoenix’s clothing.

It had not been a particularly restful night. Most of it had been spent attempting tossing and turning, She was lucky if she got much sleep at all. Sadly, what little she was able to get was rife with dreams of Sithorian, a past. reckless love of hers. When finally Mirannda managed to stay asleep, it seemed to go by so fast, within minutes by the time her wrist was yanked.

Groaning, the phoenix rolled over, burying herself deeper under her pillows, chasing the dark rest of unconsciousness. It almost worked, until the door opened. "Mmmm?" she moaned, not quite able to drag herself to consciousness. The fact that there was someone crawling on her bed was overshadowed by the same person childishly pulling upon her clothing. Confused, Mirannda blinked several times, her vision quite blurry. "Celeste? What…"

The phoenix sat up and rubbed her eyes. Returning her gaze at her new mistress, Mirannda had that sleepy confused look as she tried to wrap her brain around it. "What the fuck? Did you… change?" Sure, Mirannda had her dark hair, green eyes, and elvish features that she preferred to hide in plain view at the moment, but this was unexpected. When she finally dragged her ass out of bed, she wrapped a robe around her and walked with Celeste back to her room. "What'd you need help with?" It helped that Mirannda's true form was actually several inches taller than her preferred form.

Celeste stared at Mirannda and sighed. “This is my real form. Like I said Nemesis wasn’t in love with me because I was beautiful.” There was a slight chuckle now as they walked. “I need help getting my clothes down off the top shelf.” She pulled her into the room and pointed up on the tall closet. “Nemesis got pulled away to do business so he isn’t home at the moment.” She rubbed her belly softly. “I need to get some blood.”

However, the message from Angela rang through their heads. It was enough to wake Sergei up in the other room. Celeste went sad for a moment. “Get it down quick.” She got dressed into smaller clothing and took Mirannda with her into the nursery. Sergei laid fussing. He was a beautiful pale baby with large elvish ears and white hair just like his father. He looked up at his mother with red eyes. “There, there.” She got a stool and got up to get Sergei out of his bassinet.

“I think we should go take care of this maze… For Sergei. It would be good for Nemesis to have him all to himself for a while… Though Nemesis might come retrieve us if we don’t come back. I’ll have to pack a bag full of clothes for when I change back. Prepare for a fight alright?” Celeste looked up at Mirannda as she cradled Sergei.

Dutifully, Mirannda began pulling the clothing down, gripping to herself mentally about not being a maid. Her skills were being wasted in here. That is… Until a mysterious voice entered her head. It was not a voice she was familiar with, but the message was clear enough. With her mistress dressed, they entered Sergei's nursery. He truly was a beautiful baby, and any time she did spend with the little guy was actually kind of sweet.

Nodding, the phoenix returned to her own room and began to dress. Excitement coursed through her at the words "prepare for a fight". Finally, something more physically taxing. Learning about this place, learning a new schedule, a new household, it was all quite dragging on the mind. When she returned to Celeste, she did not appear to be ready for a fight. Soft, black clothing, and sturdy boots, a single blade at her waist, and her purple black cloak adorning her shoulders with her hair tied back. Of course, there was a relatively new necklace around her neck, appearing like a miniature crystalline kunai.

After assuring that Sergei was tended to, the pair made their way to the Vada Valley to the monolith that the maze seemed to located. Upon entering the structure, details were quickly analyzed. There were several orbs glowing before them with a magical circle behind it. Inching closer, she noticed that there were spherical grooves, presumably for the displayed orbs. Finally, she inspected the scroll. "So, we choose two orbs of Love, Life, Desire, and Death. There are four combinations? Which would you like to attempt? Seems like Death and Desire would be a difficult combination…"