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At some point, while both of them were sleeping, Morty slipped into the main room and cleared out the uneaten meal. He was quite determined to be the best henchman he could possibly be for Rose. Morty looked remarkably fresh for a ghoul, probably because he had been be-spelled immediately after his death His mind had been heavily altered thanks to Kula, the mercenary he had been before was completely gone. He now lived to serve, and to eat the delicious leftover meats from the kitchen of course.

When Cain woke up and started moving the clothes, Morty assisted him, recognizing Cain as the vampire his mistress had acted rather friendly towards earlier in the library. Once all of the clothes were into the main room, Morty piled as many of the items as he could in his arms and tottered off to go store them somewhere else with the servants.
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When Rose finally surfaced somewhat from her sleep, she groggily showered. When she exited the shower, she rubbed her eyes, her vision was still blurred, but she put it off as it just being a bit of a slow morning. Rose pulled on what she guessed was a blouse, a brown cardigan and a pair of comfy twill trousers. They felt right.

She padded over to where a figure that she assumed to be Cain was sitting, and looked over his shoulder. It appeared that he was drawing something, or maybe writing? Or annotating? It was hard to tell, she could make out something in his hand, but the page was indecipherable. She kissed the top of his head. "Good morning. What do you have there? I can't quite make it out right now..."

Her blue eyes blinked, still trying to focus. She hoped coffee would get here soon, Rose needed to wake up fully... But she felt like she was awake... Rose rubbed at her eyes for the umpteenth time since she got up, really, this was ridiculous. Why were her eyes not focusing? Did I sleep with something pressed into my face? she considered this for a moment, but came up empty handed. What a mystery... Perhaps Glaucoma is to blame? A sliver of fear worked it's way into her chest, losing her eyesight would be crippling as someone who relied so much on the written word. No, I just need coffee.

Even though Cain's handsome face was little more than a skin-toned smear right now, Rose happily kissed him back. Although the issue of her suddenly blurred eyesight was certainly taking up quite a bit of her brain power right now... The symptoms were to sudden to be Glaucoma, or cataracts, her eyes didn't feel itchy or swollen (which ruled out many other things from allergic reactions to an infected eyelash follicle). Her mind turned back to yesterday, and to the short duel of words with her friends... There was that half formed spell... Before her mind could start dissecting this new idea though, Cain asked her why her eyes were turning blue. And if he should go as Desha to check her. Blue?

Rose blinked at him, processing this new information. "Really?" She thought about the spells fired yesterday a bit more... And her mess-up last year with the circle. "I guess that odd spell from yesterday is undoing the effects from my mis-fire." She thoughtfully lifted the coffee and took a sip. No change. Yep, spell. "Hm... I don't know if bothering Desha is necessary" Rose tapped a finger to her chin "I think giving it a day to clear up on its own should do it, it was a pretty weak spell." There was a touch of doubt in her voice, magic without a direction could do strange things indeed.

Rose nodded "That sounds like a good plan." She groped around a bit to locate her fork, and did her best to spear some of her breakfast. With a shrug she said "There's really no telling what will happen, it could fade off and my eyes could return to being pink, they could shift to green, maybe even give me night vision. I've gotten used to physical changes, comes with messing about with experimental magic ." Rose chewed thoughtfully "I was actually a guy once, for about seven years. I think I still have a picture of me in my uniform somewhere..." They didn't let women get medical licenses then without being subjected to ridicule, and with ridicule came a paper trail. It was to dangerous for her to leave such a mark on history, so... Rose passed herself off as "Roswell". Then the Great War happened and she got to be a medic... Until her license was revoked anyway. She added, "But that time was on purpose." It was hard to change something like gender without some major, carefully structured magic. Took her a decade just to figure out the right circle to draw.

She tilted her head "Morty did something helpful and non-violent without a direct order...? Interesting." When Morty had been under Kula, it had been pretty obvious that he had about zero higher processes running unless it involved food or ripping something apart. Rose had been going on a gut feeling for converting him, but now she was wondering what in sam hill she actually did. A smile found itself onto her face "It's good to hear the lab's coming along though, I've already got something to try out that probably shouldn't be done up here." It was a bit of a safety hazard, dabbling with necromancy in your residence. Also, bodily fluids stain.

A fresh rush of excitement rippled through Rose, just a day or two? Assuming it took a day or so to move her equipment in, that meant she could start up her more powered experiments. Rose had stuck to small ones since arriving, and was itching to try out her ideas. A bit of her magic began to warm itself up. Across the island, the few criminals who had yet to be captured felt a chill dance down their spine. Something ominous seemed to hang on the edge of their mind, an unseen punishment waiting for the gavel to strike. Nervously, most of them shook it off and continued on in their illegal ways, a single one looked up at the sky with genuine fear in his eyes. Rose merely grinned, "That's great, I can't wait."

She could make out him setting something in front of him, it looked like a book. It was indeed important they got planning out of the way. "Hm... What do you think about the wedding being in two months?" That sounded about right to her... Particularly because it was a small one. No massive list of people to sort through, no overbearing relatives, no mad hunt for a location...
Rose thought of the garden. It indeed had enough room for a small wedding, and the garden was a lovely place... But, there wasn't one small issue? She tilted her head to the side and asked "What if it rains?" It would kind of put a damper on things if they planned for an outdoor wedding but ended up being rained out.

Manipulating the weather was out of the question for her, Perhaps a back-up plan of a very large tent of some kind would be in order. That could work. Rose's mind began drifting off trying to run through every possible worse-case-scenario that could occur at their wedding. It had almost a dizzying effect, with a mind as creative as Rose's the possibilities seemed endless. Although a dragon interrupting the festivities seemed unlikely, there was still a chance right? There was also no telling what trouble her friends could make if they went a bit to deep into the cup... Opening a rift in space and time in an attempt to get more of the same vintage would not be a first for the trio of Brits. This wasn't even addressing the possibilities with some of her other friends...

Suddenly the thought of a wedding became a very daunting task. After a bit more thought Rose said,"We should probably tell Rebecca as soon as we can, I think she's going to be busy soon with planning a party of some sort. " Without thinking a small piece of paper zipped in from her lab accompanied by a pencil. The duo settled themselves down on the table. Rose scribbled down what looked like to her a polite note asking if it would be possible for Rebecca to cater to their wedding. In actuality it looked like a bunch of random marks with the rare legible letter. She passed the note to Cain "Do you think is to formal? Or not formal enough? Maybe I should go to the kitchen myself and ask her..."

Rose visibly relaxed as Cain explained how the wedding was going to be handled, this was a great deal of stress off of her shoulders. "Alright then... " Her words were almost half a sigh of relief, and were followed by a full one.

She could hear a faint scratching noise, and she could make out movement across the table. Cain must have been writing something down, but the strokes sounded a bit to long to be writing. Hm. Well there was certainly nothing wrong with doodling. It seemed like an odd time to be doing it though. Perhaps he was crossing off a list of some sort? That seemed likely.

Rose thought a bit at his question, it wasn't one she normally thought about. "My favorite colors...A soft peach sorta color, and pale cream." She tilted her head to the side slightly "What are yours? " Her eyes searched the spot where she knew his face was, her irises' color was shifting spottily between pink and blue... Rose's forehead wrinkled as she suddenly became aware of the foreign magic behind her eyes. It didn't hurt, it just felt wrong. Like an unwanted pat on the back, or a cold handshake. Before she could dwell on it though, a short knock was tapped on the door.

Morty poked his head in, then quietly put a package about 15 inches long and half as wide and tall in the center of the table. He looked at Rose, waiting for his next order. She smiled at him "Good job! Why don't you go take a break in the garden? I know you like the flowers there." He nodded eagerly, bowed deeply at the waist, then left.

"That's for you Cain, it took a bit for me to have them made... I certainly hope you like them." She grinned at him. This particular gift had been in the works since she moved in with him, it was a pair of loafers, in his size of course, with a specific modification. Cain seemed to stub his toes with unusual frequency, even with his feet shod, so Rose had contacted a cobbler and had commissioned a pair of steel-toes loafers. He had given her so much, Rose really wanted to do something for him. This was the result.


((sorry for the wait, part time job ate up my time))

Rose was overjoyed that Cain seemed to like her gift. She was practically beaming from his reaction. "Steel toes! That's why it took me so long to have them made." Rose took a moment to hug Cain, "I'm glad you like them" she happily into his chest. He meant so much to her, in all honesty she probably would have stuck around and generally made a pest of herself to Cain regardless of whether or not he proposed to her, or asked her to move in with him. Although she was pretty ecstatic that both events occurred. She reached up to kiss him firmly on the mouth "And don't worry about losing them, I'll find them for you if that happens. I always will." She smiled at him then kissed him again, this time clearly intending to draw it out a bit longer. Just because she couldn't see very well right now didn't mean she couldn't feel things.

Jestingly Rose replied "My guess? Read, shelve books, lose a slipper or two." She grinned up at him, then managed to wipe her face clean of emotion and deadpanned "And how did you guess? I'm afraid now that you've found me out I will have to abandon my attempt for another time. Such a shame." She sighed theatrically at the end. By the end of the statement Rose had gently extracted herself from his arms and taken a few steps back. With a small smile Rose continued,"Too bad a retreat is out of the question..."She was about to take him by the hand, and then lead him the the bedroom, or whatever flat surface could serve their purpose really, when she instead slapped her hand onto her left eye. That foreign spell was shifting, and it felt really really uncomfortable. Rose winced as pressure began to build up behind her eyes, enough was enough. Really, she had let this go on for too long.

She bit the tip of her thumb, just enough to draw a few small drops of blood. The droplets snaked down into her palm where they formed a perfect circle. Rose pressed her hands together and focused, mumbling in a mix of old Greek and Latin. Slowly, her own magic devoured the bothersome spell. a few droplets of sweat formed on her brow from the focus it required, a wrong move and she'd shoot magic directly into her brain. That was not somewhere you wanted magic in the slightest. The spell seemingly cannibalized, she sighed and tried focusing her eyes again. Her irises were still a bit patchy, although the blue was beginning to fade away now. To her delight, her vision was slightly less blurred, it would probably be awhile until it was fully cleared.

"Sorry about that, the spell was really bothering me." She looked at him hopefully "Care to pick up where we left off?"