the Jester
Legend
Rajah and the Quest for Largeness (or at least Medium-ness)
4 p.m., 7/10/96 O.L.G., somewhere on Dorhaus
“My ring, my ring, my ring!”
Thera the dryad danced in a circle, her ring held tight in her hand. She radiated joy as if she were the sun and her rays were happiness. Rajah, from his diminutive viewpoint, couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her bouncing breasts, and from the ground he could easily see the secret things hidden by her shift.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, sad to interrupt her but impatient to be restored to his former stature. Of course, at his present height, his throat clearing was inaudible over the sounds of her dancing and happy cries, so he tilted back his head and let out a roar.*
Grinning ear to ear, she did a final jig and then turned to him and scooped him up. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” she bubbled, hugging his tiny form to her. Although for an instant she threatened to crush him, it was with her breasts, and he would have died happy. Damn this whole six-inch-high thing anyway!
Once he could breathe again, he asked, “What about me?”
“Oh! Of course! You want to be grown up again!”
“Something like that,” Rajah responded dryly.
“I can’t help you with that.”
“What! But you said-“
“But Jovius can,” she grinned.
“And who,” Rajah growled, “is Jovius?”
“Why, he’s a dragon.”
Noon, 7/20/96 O.L.G., somewhere on Dorhaus
“Interesting,” Jovius murmured. He grinned, and his long hollow tongue flicked out and gently poked Rajah’s chest. “Hmmm. Interesting indeed. A hint of... tiger?”
Jovius was a dragon, all right- but a faerie dragon. The fascinating creature was bigger than Rajah at present, but not by much; he and the human could look eye to eye easily.
“Can you fix it?” Rajah demanded. “Can you restore me to my full size?”
“Probably, but you ought to consider the advantages of being wee. Why, you never have to worry about whether you’ll fit through a door or-“
“Whatever. I’m a human. I want to be human sized.”
The dragon gave an elegant shrug. “I shall endeavor to do what I can,” he said huffily. “But you’re making a terrible mistake.”
The faerie dragon was true to his word. He used his native magicks to overcome the enchantment laid on Rajah by the orc’s cube of captivity, and soon Rajah was back to his normal stature. Then, that night, he returned to the dryad’s tree with his power over dream. In the morning, Thera was delighted to see him, and he spent one more night in her tree, this time engaging in the sort of passion that it really requires a fey and a mortal to achieve.**
When he woke up, he was no longer in the tree, and over two months had passed.
Next Time: Back to the pirates, just in time for you to learn about the difference between dragons and drakes!
*This was a custom psionic power for Rajah.
**As near as I can recall, this was Rajah’s only documented sexual encounter, leading me to wonder if his modern-day descendant, the so-called Tiger Princess, might have faerie blood?
4 p.m., 7/10/96 O.L.G., somewhere on Dorhaus
“My ring, my ring, my ring!”
Thera the dryad danced in a circle, her ring held tight in her hand. She radiated joy as if she were the sun and her rays were happiness. Rajah, from his diminutive viewpoint, couldn’t help but enjoy the sight of her bouncing breasts, and from the ground he could easily see the secret things hidden by her shift.
“Ahem.” He cleared his throat, sad to interrupt her but impatient to be restored to his former stature. Of course, at his present height, his throat clearing was inaudible over the sounds of her dancing and happy cries, so he tilted back his head and let out a roar.*
Grinning ear to ear, she did a final jig and then turned to him and scooped him up. “Oh, thank you, thank you!” she bubbled, hugging his tiny form to her. Although for an instant she threatened to crush him, it was with her breasts, and he would have died happy. Damn this whole six-inch-high thing anyway!
Once he could breathe again, he asked, “What about me?”
“Oh! Of course! You want to be grown up again!”
“Something like that,” Rajah responded dryly.
“I can’t help you with that.”
“What! But you said-“
“But Jovius can,” she grinned.
“And who,” Rajah growled, “is Jovius?”
“Why, he’s a dragon.”
Noon, 7/20/96 O.L.G., somewhere on Dorhaus
“Interesting,” Jovius murmured. He grinned, and his long hollow tongue flicked out and gently poked Rajah’s chest. “Hmmm. Interesting indeed. A hint of... tiger?”
Jovius was a dragon, all right- but a faerie dragon. The fascinating creature was bigger than Rajah at present, but not by much; he and the human could look eye to eye easily.
“Can you fix it?” Rajah demanded. “Can you restore me to my full size?”
“Probably, but you ought to consider the advantages of being wee. Why, you never have to worry about whether you’ll fit through a door or-“
“Whatever. I’m a human. I want to be human sized.”
The dragon gave an elegant shrug. “I shall endeavor to do what I can,” he said huffily. “But you’re making a terrible mistake.”
The faerie dragon was true to his word. He used his native magicks to overcome the enchantment laid on Rajah by the orc’s cube of captivity, and soon Rajah was back to his normal stature. Then, that night, he returned to the dryad’s tree with his power over dream. In the morning, Thera was delighted to see him, and he spent one more night in her tree, this time engaging in the sort of passion that it really requires a fey and a mortal to achieve.**
When he woke up, he was no longer in the tree, and over two months had passed.
Next Time: Back to the pirates, just in time for you to learn about the difference between dragons and drakes!
*This was a custom psionic power for Rajah.
**As near as I can recall, this was Rajah’s only documented sexual encounter, leading me to wonder if his modern-day descendant, the so-called Tiger Princess, might have faerie blood?