The substance coating the lantern, though the Haevar likely would not have been able to identify it, was an old recipe for an alchemical paint that had been created and applied in attempt to hide the nature of the lantern from the people who had been seeking it's previous owner. Unfortunately for that older merchant, it only served to save the lantern from a second glance as the people that had taken interest in becoming it's permanent owners killed the man and ransacked his house. That was three generations ago.
The merchant's son had sold the lantern to some fellow as they cleaned the estate, who then tried to turn it around for a profit as an art piece. It was a very old Lantern, but thanks to the alchemical paint, it looked like junk. Very old junk to be sure, but junk just the same. it was eventually bought, someone had the intent to restore it, but just.. never got around to it. The lantern collected little more than dust in an attic for a few decades when once again, another generation came to clean out the estate of those who came before them.
So onto the shelf on an antique shop the lantern had eventually found itself. A struggling antique shop apparently, as the lantern changed hands once again as payment for services rendered. And for the first time in nearly a century, someone was fiddling with the latch.
There was an ever so barely perceptible thrum of power filling the air as, now that some of the light from within broke through the paint, the light surged, burning away the ancient magic paint, like a creature molting its skin. Black was replaced with white and gold, aged glass now becoming the vibrant blue of pristine sapphire. If the man had let go of the lantern, he'd find it slowly hovering into the air as it burned away the alchemical paint, and the glue that had made the latch and hinge stick so much.
As the lens lifted open, a thick blue mist spilled out, and a disembodied voice filled the air, "What the fuck Abridail, do you have any idea how long I've been in there. I mean I don't know exactly but it felt like a very long time. What do you want know, did you finally lo-"
As the mist formed into a humanoid shape, then details came to light, looking close, her arms, where not covered by the gold shackle, had a distinctly furry looking texture, in fact, all of her looked furry. And blue. And Translucent! She looked like she'd just stepped out of a magical Essyrni harem, her 'pants' as see through as they were, did nothing to hide her womanhood from view, and though her chest was better hidden by multiple wrapping, a determined eye could see the not quite flat chest beneath. The being had a muzzle instead of a face, feline in nature, with two rather sharp looking teeth jutting down to tip just below her chin, her eyes fixed on Natias, confusion rippling across her expression.
"You're not Abridail.." her eyes flicked to the forested surroundings, her tail twitched with annoyance as she was forced to adjust to this sudden change in scenery, "And this isn't Essyrn. I can't sense Abridail either.. he's probably dea.." her voice trailed off as she looked back to Natias and everything slowly clicked into place. "Which means you're my new master."
