Taking Stock

"I - er - did a rather silly thing, Fred. I was thirsty and drank what turned out to be a magic potion. It reduced me to this size. Then. desperate to restore myself, I did something even sillier, and drank from another potion. It turned me into the blue faerie that I am now. As one of the effects, I now feel a great love for all living creatures, which might sound fine and dandy. But I'm trying to fight against it, because it even includes the dragon, which the part of my mind that is still the old Astra knows to be an evil monster that needs to be killed. I also suspect that I may have considerable magic powers, but I haven't quite worked out what they are yet."

"Would your powers be great enough to restore yourself to normal?"

"I don't think so."

"There might be a spell in one of the books in this library that could help."

"I doubt it. I suspect that I'm stuck like this now. Well, not quite like this. I have the feeling that I can manage the necessary magic to clothe myself. Let me concentrate for a moment."

1. Astra manages to conjure up an appropriate frock.
2. Old habits die hard. She becomes perhaps the first faerie ever to wear armour.
3. Astra has not quite mastered her powers yet, and produces a costume for herself that, in spite of the seriousness of the situation, makes Fred chuckle.
4. But nothing happens.
5. Old habits die hard. She becomes perhaps the first faerie ever to wear armour. (alternate version).

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