June 9, 2012
She'd been chasing the youth, scampering in the boy's wake in an effort to retrieve one of her shoes. And she'd been so intent on the goal that when he'd cornered himself she'd felt triumph rather than trepidation. And hadn't thought a thing of it when he's started chanting.
That is, until the world around her, including her clothing, speedily began out growing her. At least, it'd definitely seemed as though the walls of the Inn and everything and everyone else had shot up in the span of a heartbeat to dwarf her.
Reality, subjective as that was in Rhy'din, was that she seemed to have shrunk. Well, she could deal with that. Being tiny might not be so bad, especially not if Des could figure out how to fix it quickly enough.
Hips canted, fisted hands resting palms up on the curve, she'd cut a look up at the youth. With a foot tapping and a brow arched she'd prepared to demand he fix this SNAFU with a head spinning quickness.
And damn near choked when, upon giving voice to the first bars of her rant, an especially squeaky, chittering, paper rustling sound escaped her lips. Paws snapped up to her throat, maybe it was..paws? The fu--
She hadn't simply been shrunk, this was not a replay of the Barbie Doll incident from years prior (even though she was fairly sure she hadn't been the one who'd been reduced to the size of said doll). No, nothing so simple as that. She'd been transformed.
Into a squirrel. A suddenly woozy feeling and damn light headed six inch tall, pale blonde furred squirrel.
Oh, this was going to be interesting, to say the very least.
She'd been chasing the youth, scampering in the boy's wake in an effort to retrieve one of her shoes. And she'd been so intent on the goal that when he'd cornered himself she'd felt triumph rather than trepidation. And hadn't thought a thing of it when he's started chanting.
That is, until the world around her, including her clothing, speedily began out growing her. At least, it'd definitely seemed as though the walls of the Inn and everything and everyone else had shot up in the span of a heartbeat to dwarf her.
Reality, subjective as that was in Rhy'din, was that she seemed to have shrunk. Well, she could deal with that. Being tiny might not be so bad, especially not if Des could figure out how to fix it quickly enough.
Hips canted, fisted hands resting palms up on the curve, she'd cut a look up at the youth. With a foot tapping and a brow arched she'd prepared to demand he fix this SNAFU with a head spinning quickness.
And damn near choked when, upon giving voice to the first bars of her rant, an especially squeaky, chittering, paper rustling sound escaped her lips. Paws snapped up to her throat, maybe it was..paws? The fu--
She hadn't simply been shrunk, this was not a replay of the Barbie Doll incident from years prior (even though she was fairly sure she hadn't been the one who'd been reduced to the size of said doll). No, nothing so simple as that. She'd been transformed.
Into a squirrel. A suddenly woozy feeling and damn light headed six inch tall, pale blonde furred squirrel.
Oh, this was going to be interesting, to say the very least.