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[conglomerelda]

It's been several days now, and when she returned to the lake, there was no sign of a specific painted turtle, though she searched for at least an hour.

So this time, Elda is armed with the counter spell, and a locating one as well.

Activating it, Elda tilts her head and follows the bell-like tone towards the rogue Prince.

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[ten_feet_below]

The rogue Prince is currently hiding under a table.

All the same, he's quite easy to find, as he's got a bright glowstick sticking up from his back.

[conglomerelda]

"There you are," she says, peering under the table. "Whyever did you wander off? I don't suppose you like it like that."

[ten_feet_below]

The Prince glowers.

If he were able to speak, he would be ranting something about having gone in search of the foul beast who robbed him of his true and rightful princely form!

Fortunately for Elda, he can't speak yet, and thus simply appears to be goggling his turtle eyes exceptionally far out.

[conglomerelda]

"There's no need to look at me like that. If you hadn't run off, I'd have been able to turn you back sooner."

She carefully snatches him off the floor and carries him outside.

"It might be best if we do this out here."

Elda sets him down and draws a circle in the soil around him.

"Now please, hold still."

[ten_feet_below]

The Prince is not going to hold still for her to work her witchcraft on him! For all he knows, next time she'll turn him into a stone, or a chair, or a sthhhhthhthhhthhthh -

- anyways. He sets off at a determined trundle towards Elda's legs.

[conglomerelda]

"-oh, for goodness sake."

She reaches out with a businesslike claw and flips him over onto his back.

"Do you want to be a prince again or not? Honestly."

Consulting her notes, Elda begins her spell.

[ten_feet_below]

Foul fiend! Is no tactic of evil beneath her?

All four feet waving in the air, the Prince rocks himself furiously, and vainly peers over his stomach in an attempt to see what Elda is doing.

[conglomerelda]

Elda is currently muttering to herself and gesturing with one claw. It's much simpler to just let magic do as it will, but then you get turtles or mice instead of people.

She had to work out a good solution to turn the prince back exactly as he was.

Even if it was tempting to make a few changes, wizards Don't Do That Sort Of Thing.

With a long sigh, she releases the spell. Hopefully it works.

[ten_feet_below]

The first thing the restored Prince does is check his epaulets.

But the second thing he does is charge at his tormentor!

[conglomerelda]

With a squawk of surprise, Elda performs an awkward scramble to one side, aided by her wings.

"What are you doing?"

[ten_feet_below]

Huffing a little - he's out of shape, after a week or two as a turtle:

"Making sure you do not work your noxious magic on any other innocent, fiend!"

[conglomerelda]

"It was an accident," Elda says, voice growing much louder.

"I am sorry, but you called me 'it'!"

[ten_feet_below]

"A likely story!" growls the Prince.

"Cease your lies, creature! I have seen your true colors; you shall hide behind a golden seeming no longer!"

He's rather proud of that metaphor.

[conglomerelda]

"Excuse me?" Her voice rises to a screech, and her wings spread with a sharp snap.

"You... you WRETCHED LITTLE MAN!"

[ten_feet_below]

"I beg your pardon!"

It's the 'little' that does it.

The Prince attempts to draw his sword, and then realizes for the second time that . . . he no longer has it.

Ooops.

[conglomerelda]

Elda rears back on her hind legs and screams at him.

"DIDN'T ANYONE EVER TEACH YOU MANNERS? OR DID WHATEVER BRAIN CELLS YOU HAVE LEFT DESERT YOU?"