#wyvernrxder

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     It wasn’t every day that Cherche and Minerva left each other unattended for long periods of time, which is why Tharja’s plan was already three weeks in the making and yet still stuck on Step One: Gain the wyvern’s trust.

     She finds what might be a possible opening in the middle of one lazy afternoon, with the warm atmosphere encouraging the rest of the Shepherds to find rest in their tents or tend to their wounds from the previous day’s skirmish. Tharja glanced at the makeshift sundial she had set up in the dirt; it seemed that Minerva had been alone for at least over an hour now. Finally, she could approach.

     And so she does, one hand grabbing the end of her cape as it formed a makeshift sling for her herbs and the other raised cautiously in a halfway greeting. “There, there… Who’s a pretty wyvern…?”

     Minerva blinked, the calm before the storm--then came her cry.

    Oh? Very well then. [Cherche moves closer towards the ginger, being as careful as possible not the bump any of her armor into him.] Is this alright?

 ---   “ Not really, ditch the armour and get closer. ”

                 ‵ you needed somethin’ fixed, cherche? ′

     The first thing Gaius noticed was that his mouth felt different. His teeth weren’t bad, but they weren't exactly perfect either usually. These teeth though...They were in a lot better shape. Being groggy though since he only just woke up and had not yet opened his eyes, he didn’t think anything of it. Rolling over he noticed too more things. 

     1. There was a weird weight on his chest. 2. This bed was surprisingly comfortable apart from the hair that was under him. That confused him and made him wake up a little. Why was there so much hair under him? He slowly sat up and opened his eyes slightly, hoping to find out the cause. Once his eyes adjusted, he quickly figured out this wasn’t his tent and froze. Why wasn’t he in his tent? Did he have too much to drink?

     It was then that he looked down. His eyes widened with horror and he gasped in a strangely feminine way as he saw that instead of his usual fairly muscular, thick physique, there was a beautiful, slender figure there. He crawled across the bed he was on and searched through whoever’s belongings it was, looking for a mirror. Once he found one and looked into it, he paused before touching the face that was looking at him. It was Cherche. If he had switched bodies with her, he had to find...Her? Himself? Either way.

     He closed his eyes and put the mirror down, feeling around for some sort of jacket or dress to put on so he could face the outside world. He soon found a long coat folded up on the floor and he quickly put it on and buttoned it up before adventuring outside. Luckily it was early morning and no one was up, leaving him to run across camp freely. He reached his tent soon enough though and burst inside.