A Fine Figurine of a Faerie Woman!

Frita attempts to use her powers to change herself.

Frita (who is stilling fights the urge to tall himself "Frita" but for convenience we shall call that) begins to draw upon her center--feeling odd sensations and delightful sensations coursing through her as she does– and is so distracted that she pauses just to experience it. Eyes--half closed--hift from normal human to green, slit-pupilled catlike orbs. This and she holds her hands over her rapidly heart with a look of ecstasy on her beautiful face.

She then feels a stab of a spell through her spine as the voice chuckles a rather evil species of that type. Her wings stop flittering, but the stasis spell upon her keeps her (rather painfully), afloat in midair. The look of ecstasy is still frozen on her face.

"No dear Frita," the voice sneers, "That will not do at all! Not only was that not a choice I allowed you....it would be rather counterproductive to my plans! Would have no choice but ship you off to the Woods if you actually used a spell!"

The plan had been, in case Frita should accept his unnamed assignment, would be some fun. The task was not easy, but it would be made even more difficult while she had to resist the ever increasing urge to actually accept her new name AND resist ever increasing urge to use her fairy magic. Give into either one, and her change would become permanent and irreversible.

But instead the stupid shit almost ended the Game before it could well begin! It was only recently that he'd garnered the needed Materia to cast this Making spell and he'd been rather looking forward to the thrill of the Game (mixed in with the excitement of yet again outfoxing King Oberon and that Light Elf Queen)!

He then feels the warning twinge, suggesting that those very "ingredients" have noted this unauthorized transformation and are moving quicker than expected. This psychic talent wasn't perfect, but it had saved his hide more than once....

Sighing, he knows that this Game is stillborn. Indeed, not only that but dumping the fairy in Blueleaf Forest, home of the Fariy Folk. Obviously, he could not do that because that was the obvious route his Opponents will use in their reality hopping to get here. Be a fine thing indeed while having the doorway open Oberon himself steps through!

No, the thing to do is indeed to "dump" this fairy lass quickly.....but in a place well away from here and a place unlikely to be looked at.

There was this lovely little jewlery store in a charming city called Amsterdam on a world which, believe it or not, used a term similar to Dirt as to be a joke!

"Who ever heard of a world called Earth?" the voice sniffed as he casts a powerful (but swift) spell upon the still frozen fairy lass.

Her blue skin turns metallic as her form becomes that of a figurine on a necklace made of silver and gold! He might, if in the mood, some day go back to track it down to take up old Games (the spell put everything on Frita–including the loaming timeline for the shift from the mortal realm to Fey–on hold).

Later, having "pawned" the necklace, Frita gets bought by an Australian tourist on holiday. It would make a perfect gift for a girlfriend back home!

After a passport gets stolen, the customer decides the best way to protect it from theft would be to wear it around his own neck (tucked under his shirt)! That is before this fellow has an encounter with a legend named Omega and the guy get's "zombified".

Nothing comes of that, but then when a dragon mage slips a simple magical necklace to begin to slowly break the connection between servant and puppet master....

The Fey nature of the still dormant pixy flares and completely severs the puppet master's strings on his servant (causing a screaming headache for Omega and Sigin).

1. Colin, meanwhile, swoons dead away. Safe, but out for days!!

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