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Who: Hakuno and you
When: Deceur Full Moon
Where: Various locations, Aefenglom
What: A small fae gets temporarily smaller... like, real small.
Warnings: TBA if necessary

[By and large, Hakuno hasn't had the worst experiences over the course of having her hard-won humanity stripped away from her, little by little. The wings were only sore a little bit, after they sprouted and steadily grew, and her dietary restrictions were concerning, but manageable. The most annoying part, however, hands down, continued to be the matter of her height.

Within the first few months, she had shrunk about a foot's worth in height, and around certain Full Moons, it fluctuated even more. After the moon passed, she'd have to deal with growing pains over the following day or two as her body returned to its new maximum size until the next lunar cycle rolled around. When she woke up the morning of this full moon, all of a foot tall, her first thought was that the next few mornings of re-growing were going to be hell on her muscles.

Her second thought was that she had nothing to wear.

Thankfully, There were plenty of scarves she could use to bundle up in, and her wings were essentially as big as her body; it wasn't as costly as it could be, with the holiday technically passed, so she was able to buy something serviceable from a doll shop not far from her home.

...Geeze. What a way to ring in the new year.

[All of that means that you, lucky soul, get to see a very small fae grouchily bobbing through the air of the Aefenglom streets.]

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[You know what time of the month it is? That's right moons time. Otherwise known as the time Mikasa went full cryptid, with long gangly limbs, bright shifting colours and penchant for mischief. Which was why she was out and wholly undressed for this weather. Instead of the big coat and woolen cape assemble she'd been wearing in her right mind, she'd settled for just a lightweight cotten cloak. A large split at the back to let her wings poke through the back.

Clothes for winged people, not the warmest. Not if they were to allow flight. An essential for someone who didn't want to be restrained to the ground.

For once though, the mantis fae was mostly still. Stalking around, head tilting from side to side as she watching her surroundings. Going shock still when she spotted the tiny thing bobbing. Like the mottled greys and whites of her winter colouring would help her blend in with snow and city, when her wings were still crackling with magic.

Then just waving a spiny limb, reaching, prodding at...]

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[Prodding at a small bundle of skirts and frills and fairydust, lugging along a comically larger wallet. And that careful prod is more than enough to send the smaller fae somersaulting through the air, thanks to the counterweight of her coinpurse, and it takes a turn or two for her to regain equilibrium.

Her wings flutter hectically with the effort, but she does succeed.]

W-Whoa! That was...!

[She looks put out, until she follows familiar-but-eldritch limbs to a familiar-but-eldritch face.]

Oh! That was Mikasa! ...hello!

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[Mikasa just watches. The lights of her wings and eyes flickering as she stared, wondering what is this. A flying napkin? Her head giving a tilt at the sound of coins clinking.

Squinting! Leaning slightly as though Hakuno was far away and that was why she was so small and getting closer would explain this. It did not.

Then slowly, her limb started to move again to boop?]

[tothemetal]

[well...he'll see her soon, probably.

for the moment Styx is completely transfixed by his current activity of blowing bubbles. it's not exactly the most usual winter pastime, but with Modranicht having finally come and gone local shops are looking to unload their extra stock of items for the season - including little things like this, meant to entertain and amuse during feasts. at such a bargain of a price, how could he resist?

the mixture is enchanted to produce bubbles twice the size of the wand, the frosted image of snowflakes rotating across their delicate surface - no two exactly alike! he's alight with childish glee over this particular detail, and has been admirably puffing out a whole slew of bubbles in order to better admire them. it's pretty charming, what with the Victorian dressing of the street...or it would be for anyone who wasn't twelve inches tall including hair.

sorry, Hakuno. those are some dangerous obstacles bobbing your way now.]

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Hm? What's that?

[Unfortunately for all parties involved, a key charicteristic of fae is a fascination with new, shiny, or especially eye-catching baubles. Big, dark eyes gleam with fascination and she flutters merrily forth, closer and closer to peer at the bubbles until...]

...!

[Plip.

She ends up inside of one. It's cute and interesting for a moment, until she wants out, and that's where the trouble starts. These bubbles are designed to last, and she doesn't have quite enough room to haul back and pop it properly.

The most she can manage is to flutter-shove towards the man responsible.]

[tothemetal]

[at least she's got a big enough target - at 6'8", Styx is quite firmly wedged on the other end of the height spectrum like some kind of comical bookend with Hakuno. no matter how slow-going her progress, the big idiot isn't going anywhere for the foreseeable future, and eventually she will manage to brush up against the side of the drummer's neck.]

Mm..?

[oh, that tickles. he can see the bubble out of the corner of his eye, and with no awareness of any microscopic neighbors out and about he doesn't feel the need to actually turn and look at it dead on. why should he? he was friends with fae, and they were all at least toddler height. no need to worry about trapped bystanders.

laughing instead at the way that he believes the bubble to have drifted back this way on a gentle breeze, he flaps a hand in its general direction to keep it from bonking against his hair again. to someone trapped inside a flying hamster ball, this is probably the equivalent of a strong wind storming through unexpectedly.]

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[SIR, PLEASE.

...or something along those lines is probably fairly close to her feelings on the matter, when he carelessly sends her tumbling anew. He might hear a soft, muffled cry of dismay, but with the streets bustling with holiday cheer, it's easy to write that sort of thing off.

It's much less easy to write off the bubble coming tumbling back powered by frantic wings, right into his face.]

H-Help me!

[tothemetal]

[deepest apologies, your unintentional jailer has less substance in his head than the bubbles he's blowing.

something disquieting seems to float across the murmuring sea of passersby, prompting Styx to pause for a moment and peer out at the crowd, but it's concern which ebbs away soon enough. he must just be imagining things. it wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten a weird feeling and discovered it was nothing at all.

the big guy's about to blow another round of bubbles (maybe he can get a really big one out of this?) when suddenly something is both screaming and tumbling straight towards his face. it turns that childish inhale into a startled shout of his own as he leaps backwards, bouncing off the wall unexpectedly and nearly falling flat on his face. airborne stuff in this city was rarely anything good, after all.]

Uh, s-shit! What the hell was that!?

[it had kind of sounded like...a person, honestly. but it had been so small - oh, fuck, were those pixies back? rubbing at the back of his skull where it had rebounded against the wall, he squints in the direction he'd just retreated from. was that...a girl in the bubble over there?]

...no way.