The taboo against nudity being lifted had affected the lower end tailors, those that previously made things like ballgowns could continue to do so but the ones specialising in daily clothing for peasants were forced to diversify. Most such people ended up as either cobblers or tattooists but a few took to the new trade of flesh warper, using magic to modify people and other animals, which was much more reliable and safe than it used to be.
In addition to the tailors, Coop had been practicing warping to make its body do things that were impossible without. It had also practised on James, temporarily changing parts of his body into tar.
The heal slime that Astria had recently identified as sapient was even better at it, using it to supplement the curative magic that the species gained.
Then there were the demons, amongst whom it had raised to an art to sculpt ones own bodies and whose punishments included being used as practice for those looking to gain the skills.
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Astria was contemplating how she had been appointed as a deity but it was a simple statement that she had been purposely created by Thalia for the role along with her fellows. She moved on to reviewing her priesthood, which had no members yet even if she had worshippers - though most those seemed to be because she was part of the larger pantheon which they worshipped as a collective, one of her few believers who worshipped her outright was Edvard but that may have had something to do with her being a manifestation of the divine right of Kings and his position ruling Retowner as a monarchy.
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Thalia had been having a nightmare in spite of her status as a core. She had seen herself speed running through Dracula's Castle several times and it had been live action as opposed to any of the Castlevania games. She then was on a bar crawl with a group of people, all of whom were too ill to enjoy it and just ordering soft drinks. Finally she was seeing a future where humans were being converted into robots against their will.
The next night, Thalia had a strange dream about an Irish couple who were trying to choose a traditional name for their daughter. The husband's best friend was turning into women he knew by that name, first Niamh, then Grainne, then Maeve... This shifted into a stakeout to establish if a particular man was a werewolf. Next she found herself a military recruit but the way it was done seemed strange. The scene shifted, she was at a tennis court in her nursing home which had just closed for the day and somehow ended up trapped with a group of asylum seekers when she entered the floor her room was on. Trapped in VR during a robot uprising. Dressed as a baby for unclear reasons. Making chip shop or Chinese style curry sauce in a cooking competition...
Thalia awoke craving nachos and wondering where she was going to aquire the maize or sweetcorn since these didn't exist in any of her worlds yet.
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Back with Asvar, his avatar was spinning wool into threads suitable for noble dresses, dying it as he went. A strange task for a dwarf but a perfectly normal one for a crafting god though his domain was more about the shells called buildings in which homes, shops and other businesses resided. He was preparing to turn those into rock-wool bricks.