that was one hell of an event
[Where is that fit of sneezing coming from? To the left, to the right...up above?
Look up into the branches of the tree, and the blue puffball that has been bouncing around for the past week will sneeze again, sending a flurry of chilly down feathers into your face. Try not to gape, I can't imagine it tastes too good. De-aging or re-aging is all well and good until you're talking a few thousand years' worth. That can be pretty rough, as little Arty is finding out right now.
As she continues to sneeze for several minutes - and snow feathers onto everything below - she seems to slowly swell, taking on a more defined shape. Her last sneeze makes three things happen.
First, the last clump of down around her neck detaches and swirls down to meet the rest.
Second, she suddenly regains her full height of five feet seven inches.
Third, her restored weight causes the branch to snap cleanly, sending a large not-quite-as-fluffy bird to the ground.
If you had the misfortune to be standing in the impromptu snowstorm before now, consider being flattened to be the icing on the cake.
Or, perhaps, the Ice-type upon such.]
Look up into the branches of the tree, and the blue puffball that has been bouncing around for the past week will sneeze again, sending a flurry of chilly down feathers into your face. Try not to gape, I can't imagine it tastes too good. De-aging or re-aging is all well and good until you're talking a few thousand years' worth. That can be pretty rough, as little Arty is finding out right now.
As she continues to sneeze for several minutes - and snow feathers onto everything below - she seems to slowly swell, taking on a more defined shape. Her last sneeze makes three things happen.
First, the last clump of down around her neck detaches and swirls down to meet the rest.
Second, she suddenly regains her full height of five feet seven inches.
Third, her restored weight causes the branch to snap cleanly, sending a large not-quite-as-fluffy bird to the ground.
If you had the misfortune to be standing in the impromptu snowstorm before now, consider being flattened to be the icing on the cake.
Or, perhaps, the Ice-type upon such.]