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selkiesaoirse) wrote2019-07-15 07:15 am
selkiesaoirse) wrote2019-07-15 07:15 am
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Saoirse wakes with a long stretch and a quiet groan. Then she wrinkles her nose. Her underwear is too tight. She reaches down to try to adjust it, but it rips a little from the strain. Her eyes shoot wide at the sound. She sits bolt upright and looks down at herself. Her night gown is short and tight on her body. Her underwear is digging into her skin. Her ankles are hanging partly off the bed.
"Mum!"
She rolls out of bed and grabs a blanket to wrap around herself.
"Mum!" she calls again, more urgently. She stomps through the house, her hair a wild mane. Cu groans curiously at her, then wines, and she makes her way downstairs.
"Mum! Someone's magicked all my stuff smaller!"
At sixteen, she's no stranger to magic, and all the various ways it can bugger with someone's life. She's lucky to have someone like Greta here, actually, who has a healthy respect — nay, fear — of most things magic.
She stops in front of her now, righteous indignation in her lanky limbs and expressive eyebrows, demanding some sort of recompense.
"Mum!"
She rolls out of bed and grabs a blanket to wrap around herself.
"Mum!" she calls again, more urgently. She stomps through the house, her hair a wild mane. Cu groans curiously at her, then wines, and she makes her way downstairs.
"Mum! Someone's magicked all my stuff smaller!"
At sixteen, she's no stranger to magic, and all the various ways it can bugger with someone's life. She's lucky to have someone like Greta here, actually, who has a healthy respect — nay, fear — of most things magic.
She stops in front of her now, righteous indignation in her lanky limbs and expressive eyebrows, demanding some sort of recompense.