Not too palatable

"And the last option," ex-Astra asksed quietly after a few seconds of silence.

And the only OTHER option since I cannot really return to the Blueleaf Forest according to you, the fairy added to herself morosely.

"Simply put," the voice says softly. "The last option is a whole wardrobe full of . . . options. It entails you chosing an outfit that will determine the kind of . . .life you shall lead afterwards. May I add that if you take that route, the wardrobe option, it is highly unadvisable to pout and refuse to chose an outfit. Even IF you do not like the range of clothing. Frita can well tell you that that will mean I chose what you shall wear . . . and thus the life you shall lead forevermore after!"

Ex-Astra glanced quietly at Frita, who hangs her head and grinds her teeth in frustration. Being not blind, the armored pixy well can guess that becoming an (albeit beautiful) small fairy woman had not been her choice.

None of these options really appealed. . . . but then again whatever she chooses she finds herself somewhat . . . reluctant to be seperated from Frita (formerly Sir Fred).

She somehow feels some kind of relationship had been between them, even IF she (and apparently Frita) do not actually know of it. Frita did not recognize her . . .and ex- Astra feels that she should have...

1. "So . . .what shall it be?"

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