Porphyria let out a last laugh, grateful for Mr. Fisk’s company, not for the first time in this wild last couple of months. Whoever had known she would have such a strange adventure in her own back garden?
“See you on the other side,” she chirped, and hopped inside where the scene was all set for the Untransfiguration. With a ruffle of her feathers and one last nod, perched with her wren-feet on the Comb itself, she waited for the cursebreaker to give it their best try, shutting her eyes against the harsh light from their wand.
Well, this wasn’t death, because she was still in the shed - and it had dramatically changed in perspective since her eyes were last open. A good sign, then. Phyri glanced down at herself. The cursebreaker tossed her a shift and loose set of robes, because apparently she was naked now. And featherless - oh. No, there were feathers, here and there, single ones like large hairs that had grown right out of her skin. Before she got dressed - the poor cursebreaker watched in morbid interest - Porphyria pulled at the base of the brown feather, hard. It came out as easily as any ordinary hair. She tried another of the stray feathers, and it did the same. Hm. She wondered if they’d grow back.
Having pulled the robes on, Porphyria decided she looked exceedingly normal, and she thrust her arm - how unbelievably excellent it was to have arms! - out of the window to wave at Arven. It had been the way she’d come in, so Phyri’s instinct was to leave the shed by it too - only as she hoisted herself up, her limbs rather unused to functioning, she realised that was perhaps not the best way to leave the shed as the human.
Too late. Porphyria fell out of the window onto the grass, all tangled up with herself.
“See you on the other side,” she chirped, and hopped inside where the scene was all set for the Untransfiguration. With a ruffle of her feathers and one last nod, perched with her wren-feet on the Comb itself, she waited for the cursebreaker to give it their best try, shutting her eyes against the harsh light from their wand.
Well, this wasn’t death, because she was still in the shed - and it had dramatically changed in perspective since her eyes were last open. A good sign, then. Phyri glanced down at herself. The cursebreaker tossed her a shift and loose set of robes, because apparently she was naked now. And featherless - oh. No, there were feathers, here and there, single ones like large hairs that had grown right out of her skin. Before she got dressed - the poor cursebreaker watched in morbid interest - Porphyria pulled at the base of the brown feather, hard. It came out as easily as any ordinary hair. She tried another of the stray feathers, and it did the same. Hm. She wondered if they’d grow back.
Having pulled the robes on, Porphyria decided she looked exceedingly normal, and she thrust her arm - how unbelievably excellent it was to have arms! - out of the window to wave at Arven. It had been the way she’d come in, so Phyri’s instinct was to leave the shed by it too - only as she hoisted herself up, her limbs rather unused to functioning, she realised that was perhaps not the best way to leave the shed as the human.
Too late. Porphyria fell out of the window onto the grass, all tangled up with herself.
a sublime set by Lady! <3