4- Stable dreams

It was a weird feeling, being dressed within a dream… It was a novel yet rather disturbing experience nonetheless. To think the lack of control over her own dreams would let her feel such an overflow of unforeseen sensations…

“Mistress Ayi, I’m sorry!… I’m not trying to tickle you on purpose, I just can’t let you go out without meeting certain levels of regality!, on my pride as a maid!... but you sure are ticklish, doesn't take too much really...”

“I am not THAT ticklish! gah—” was the poor excuse that Ayi managed to say before reacting once again to Zoey’s hands on her sides, as the little maid straightened the wrinkles on her clothes. Unwilling to let go even a single imperfection on her mistress attire, as Ayi’s poor ticklish sides would attest.

Regardless of how ticklish this part of her dream was, Ayi couldn't help to feel that the memories coming to her were quite vast, Zoey had presented her with a variety of options, most of which Ayi had refused almost immediately. The little wolfkin girl was quite excited to dress her like a royal with frilly dresses or grandiose sets of clothes, all of which made Ayi grimace at the thought of going around in public while wearing them.

She recalled acquiring such garments long ago, mostly for celebrations or grand events. Even with a generalized extravagancy feel on the game’s populace, she would only acquire the event specific attires and maybe wear them privately. Going out with such flamboyant dresses, fit for an eastern teenage pop idol was something she couldn't quite accept. Frills galore was the easiest way to describe them, overly fluffy, quite striking in the wrong way, skirts way too short and puffed up at the wrong angles, wearing those while in presence of anyone of the childlike races was just asking for a complete review on your undergarment choices, to say the least. Dream or not it was too much and too little in all the wrong ways.

In the end, against all of Zoey’s complaints, Ayi managed to convince the little maid to help her with some casual attire that seemed to be almost hidden within the armoire.

The attire was quite simple and covered all that required to not be seen, almost against Ayi’s specific race preference on the matter. Then again, regardless if it was a fantasy game or a dream, going around while wearing a bikini chainmail felt wrong to her.

It was simple in itself, a pair of padded grey cotton breeches, knee high brown leather boots, a loose white shirt (she thought she could see a glimpse of a refined embroidery on it but decided to not fret on it) and a thick and long teal wool coat that basically killed any sense of fine glamour that could be held by proper attire combination.

Had she paid less attention to her favorite event gear, she would have seen a little maid (in training) despairing over such a flagrant fashion faux-pas.

Not too long (or so she assumed) after being fully dressed in her convoluted combination of garments, she was lead downstair by the little wolf-girl, first out of the door greeted by the oddly expected yet unfamiliar sounds of an old mansion that she knew belonged to her yet felt like she had never been there before. One step at a time followed by the sound of old wood pertaining to an old house, her house, her manor, right?

With steps full with more curiosity about the environment oddly known to her yet altogether new, the master of the manor followed the wolfgirl that lead her towards the stairs leading to the ground level, still quite taken aback by all the sights, sounds and even smells of a place she was familiar with and yet feeling quite out of place somehow, she was led by her hand down along the stairs. Once on the floor level, she remained still, all the while the little wolf-girl rushed somewhere in a burst of energy only known to the young. There she stood, looking around her own house, almost in a dazzle. A gentle light still coming along the windows in the barren manor, she took a deep breath and circled her shoulders again with her eyes closed.

Faster than her own thoughts could turn again onto existentialist matters, came the bundle of energy and frills known as her head maid (in training), a basket ready at her side, a wide joyful grin on her face.

The little girl stood at the door after unlocking it, she opened it, while the door creaked in an almost gentle manner she took a formal bow welcoming her mistress, outside?

Holding back a chuckle at the overenthusiastic actions of her little maid, Ayi walked forward, patting softly at the little girl as she went past the doors threshold.

“Thank you” She was almost uncertain on why she was saying it, certainly because of all the effort the little girl was putting in for her, and perhaps because she was making her truly happy for all the attentions.

Outside it was all as had she recalled, lush trees, a calm breeze, the bustling sounds of the city barely audible far away. While following her little maid, the smell of the trees and all the flowers on the garden confused her for a while, she was not actually certain she ever recalled such aromas before, all too entranced by them while the little wolfgirl explained how she had prepared the flowers for her. By now crouching by the flowers, touching and admiring them. Puzzled by the shape and aroma of flowers she was certainly sure she couldn’t remember at all which was a distressing thought in itself—

“Mistress Ayi!!”

She turned towards the childish and mostly excited voice of the wolfgirl.

Ayi’s eyes opened wide in surprize and disbelief. This had never happened before, her dreams were never this complex… or pleasing for that matter.

The little wolfgirl maid was walking towards her, full of mirth. Holding on her hand a leash, leather reins of what seemed to be a small sized rust-red dragon. A dragon with it’s eyes clearly fixated on her.