>>5386968>>5386980>>5386992>>5387010>>5387022>>5387036>>5387050>>5387088>Turn as red as a tomato>Then tell her that you'll fetch him in a giffy“Uhh–ah… yes! Yes, sorry, my lady.” You bow your head as you back out, stumbling over a rolling titration flask as you do. “I’ll fetch him in a jiffy!”
Your lady’s glare burns holes into the back of your head as you make from her bedroom. Your face glows red hot beneath the hood. You feel as if you’ve seen something you weren’t meant to–like peeping in on a bathing naiad, or watching the chickens going at it, or that time you saw a rat stealing plums from the larder.
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You find the big lunk trimming the greenhouse decorative hedges and after convincing him of the urgency of the matter, manage to drag the wall of muscle back down the stairs to your lady’s bedroom. You find her still in place, still just as short, and her gaze still as sharp at you. You shuffle back.
“Excuse me, my lady–..” You move to bow out after your escort, but the witch raises her hand.
“There’s no need to leave. You thought it fit to ignore my instructions to see me like this, after all.” Lady Sigrid glowers. “Just stay here. I’ll get to you in a moment.”
Your lady speaks to the handyman without mind for your listening–not that you understand what she’s saying, though. “As you can see, the delivery hasn’t made it on time. I’ll have to file a complaint with the West Yaltra Company, but first, we’ll have to make up for the difference on our own. Get the legs out–eggs in the hearth, as usual.”
>Ask about her condition. The result of a potion experiment going wrong? A backfired spell? A curse?>Ask what she’s talking to Van der Bos about.>Mention that you think being short isn’t too bad. She can fit into cupboards and stuff now.>Write-In. 