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At some point, Illyria is just going to stop wandering into Milliways on a whim, because those whims seldom if ever turn out well.
On the other hand, they do often afford some amusement when the victims of all these spells, curses, yuppie-zombifications, malevolent houses and so on are all other people.
Today? Not one of those days, as Illyria discovers the minute she walks in. It is entirely possible that she could change herself back from puppethood if she wished, but it is also entirely possible that she's already tried that in the few minutes that her mun spent writing this, and entirely failed.
Such is the life of a former god-king, who is now a very small and distinctly cute former god-king, sitting somewhat moodily on one of the tables, because she's far too short to see anything from anywhere else, and having gotten up there with an effort entirely unbefitting of her status, she's not especially inclined to get back down.
She's really not pleased.
(And yet? Still better than Candyland.)
On the other hand, they do often afford some amusement when the victims of all these spells, curses, yuppie-zombifications, malevolent houses and so on are all other people.
Today? Not one of those days, as Illyria discovers the minute she walks in. It is entirely possible that she could change herself back from puppethood if she wished, but it is also entirely possible that she's already tried that in the few minutes that her mun spent writing this, and entirely failed.
Such is the life of a former god-king, who is now a very small and distinctly cute former god-king, sitting somewhat moodily on one of the tables, because she's far too short to see anything from anywhere else, and having gotten up there with an effort entirely unbefitting of her status, she's not especially inclined to get back down.
She's really not pleased.
(And yet? Still better than Candyland.)