As I look up I realize it's not just the boots, but my pants, my sword at my side, everything about me mimicked in the newly shaped statue that used to bear nothing but vague human form. And, as I stare in utter shock at the transformed stone, it shifts from what must be my normal, level expression, longish hair hanging over my forehead, to another more familiar face. Within moments it's Damaris looking out over the room, carved in stone, and then, as I begin to grasp what I'm seeing, the tall form of the paladin turns to the slim and delicate Fleur.
Faster and faster the stone statue shifts from one to another, would be hilarious to me if it weren't so creepy, when Blossom's small form lurches upward into the hulking body of Vosh. Weariness washes over me in a fresh wave of dizzying assa
