"Elf Down," Mandy called, unconcerned, as she stepped over Mist's prone form. He had been dragged down and was captive to about ten children of varying ages, height, sex, and species. An adorable orc girl with a butterfly painted on her face sat on his shoulders, waving a magic wand and a small e-pad, singing 'Watch me whip, watch me nae nae...' The rest of the kids sang along, dancing more or less across Mist.
"Make it stop," Mist groaned, spitting grass out of his mouth.
"You have all the whip, sugarbritches," Becca grinned, but she did remove a few of the children from Mist's back, setting them aside. The old black human woman was far better versed in the little darlings than he was.
"G'wan, you little devils. It's time for Mist to clock out and go home," she chided, removing the little orc girl for the third or forth time.
"Aww! But we wanna play with him!"
"Yeah, we're showing him how to dance!"
"You're getting revenge for your immunization shots," Mist countered as he managed to stagger to his feet. His chibi Spiderman scrubs were smeared with grass stains and face paint.
"Do their dance with them, and then escape," Becca consoled him. He groaned and sagged. It was the most horrendous pop song ever. Also, he suspected he Becca just wanted to see him do the dance. Yet, he dutifully fell in line when the little girl started the song over again for the millionth time, easily following along with the kids.
Cackling, Becca filmed the entire debacle. She had posted it up on RhyDinTube before Mist could stop her. Grumbling, Mist finally headed back to the clinic.
The Southgate Clinic sponsored a Family Health Day in the nearby park, and Mist had been in charge of giving the immunization shots. That did, he supposed, give the kids a good reason to want some sort of vengeance upon him.
Sighing in relief, Mist stood under the shower for a long while before he finally washed up. He let his long, thick blond hair soak up as much water as it could hold, then he finally ran shampoo through it.
It was still hot outside as the sun went down, Mist didn't bother more than toweling his hair before he dressed in a comfortable blue tunic and light trousers. He scuffed into a pair of sandals and headed out, walking for the inn.
Cheerful, he sang to himself as he walked, gaze upwards, watching the clouds playing tag, the shine of stars, a few random meteors. He reached up and ran fingers into his hair, fluffing it out and giving a shake of his head.
That's when he noticed it.
His hair, that glorious silken mop of pale gold, was shining blue. It was nearly the same color as his runes. But that wasn't all. Where he grabbed it, the color flexed and shimmered, running a rainbow gamut from purple back to blue. He stared in astonishment, then quickly looked around, wide eyed.
There was no sense of a spell going off. He knew cantrips to turn his hair colors, but this was far more elaborate than that. He was shiny, plain and simple.
Perplexed, Mist cast a spell to reveal any cast magic, then another to reveal any spells set onto him, but nothing returned to him. He exhaled. The madness of summer just kept on going! His phone had just settled back down and was no longer randomly sending weird videos to people, or setting portraits of cat butts on his screen.
"Oh well," he murmured as he continued on to the inn, "At least it's pretty."
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(Connected to the Madness of the Skies story line. :D)
