Medusalith had started her day by realizing she had hair and the right body again--in that order--and then shouting, "Thank the Mists!" because that totally wasn't unusual if you were from Germany. Totally.

She'd spent the rest of her day playing dress-up in her winter wardrobe, because she could wear her clothes again. Bliss!

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Medusalith had had a long day already. She'd had Cultural Appreciation and then...yes...cheerleading practice. Now? Now she'd hauled out the contents of her closet (she still needed to retrieve the rest from Blackagar's) and was sorting everything into two piles, taking over her bed and her desk: suitable for wear in cooler weather, and not. ( Read more... )