Thanks ^^

How do you mean?

Oh! ^w^ I was dumb enough to drink some tea that Moth offered me. Silly of me, honestly.

Are you sure? You really don't have to-

Moth: *conjures some* Enjoy, darling.

Dearshul: *cocks an eyebrow* You don't feel different?

Moth: *smirks* Bad idea, darling. I need to turn Dearshul back eventually. I don't have to do the same for you.

Dearshul: It should have... Moth?

Moth: *looks confused* Huh. It usually takes effect by now.

Dearshul: *lifts a hoof to point* Hate to say it, but your ears.

Moth: *gives a wicked giggle* Watch your tail, darling.

Moth: You have to make your own fun when you're immortal. Of course, I don't know what I'm going to do with an extra donkey.

Moth: But that's the fun part.

Moth: Too far? Darling, I'm just giving you the full experience. *smirks* You asked for it, after all.

Moth: Is it? You might want to look at your feet.

Dearshul: You really didn't need to do this, Tardis, I meeHAWW... *clears throat* I mean, what happens if you can't change back?

Moth: *raises an eyebrow* Clever.

Dearshul: Aw! You're one of my besties, too ^w^

Dearshul: *hugs in return* Oh?

looks good wish moth can turn my girl into a donkey

I'd certainly be happy to have her do that ^^ I'm only taking commissions at the moment, though. I'll let you know if I open up requests once things settle down

k and im still open to request if you wanted me to draw you something

Well, thank you very much! ^w^

your welcome

Never meet with characters you created to be untrustworthy.

Admittedly, it was a dumb move ^^'

Some time on hooves to empathize with Henry and Candle a little bit! ^3^

>w< I suppose I could use it. I've put them through a lot.

Ah, you're so cute! ^^

>w< Aw, shucks! Thanks

I might have to indulge in more art from you now. x3

>w< I'm game. Just let me know what I can do for you ^w^

Moth, I hope that tea was temporary. *Narrows my eyes at her* I happen to have a contract with this mortal, and it'd be such a shame for it to come to an end because someone was foolish enough to try to alter her shape for longer than a short while. And I do mean short, as in within a few days at most, in the human timeline.

Moth: *rolls her eyes* Come now, darling. Do you really think I'd put an irreversible curse on her? I need her in human form to finish our stories. I just wanted to have some fun.

Well, admittedly, from a karmic perspective, she did have this coming. And, sadly, as a keeper of balance, I probably can't interfere on this one. *Sighs* You two are planning on picking on her for the next while, aren't you?

Moth: *with a wicked smile* How could you accuse me of such a thing?

Henry: *without batting an eye* Yes. As long as I can.

Just remember, Henry. She's a writer and artist. She sees and draws what she feels would be your actions. That doesn't mean she makes you do what you do. That's on your shoulders, and on Moth's.

Henry: She wrote magic into the equation. I was doing just fine without her butting in.

Moth: I own what I'm doing, darling. Let me just enjoy that I've got a little power, here.

Never said I wouldn't. And Henry, magic is in every world to some degree. There are very few that have lost magic, and those are generally dead planets. So, I'm sorry to say, but your argument is invalid.

Henry: Okay, she wrote magic that is affecting me personally. *ears swivel back*

Henry, you're a writer yourself. Tell me, do you feel like you're doing that when you write a story, or is it more like you're trying to see the world you're writing?

Henry: I suppose it depends on what I'm writing. *frowns, not liking where this is going*

My point exactly. It's the same with most other writers. We putter around a bit, sometimes writing alternate scenes, but then we find the right channel, we tune in, and we are able to see and hear the actions our characters take. Sometimes, if we're lucky, we can even see the places they're in, and describe them.

Henry: *sighs and scratches Dearshul's ears* I know they suck. They're itchiest when you first get them.

*Smiles* There. Now was it really so hard to be nice?

Henry: *ashamed* Harder than it should have been.

Moth: Now this isn't any fun. How am I supposed to tease her now?

By being friendly? It does work pretty well, you know. For example, say, dangling a carrot? *A carrot on a stick appears in my hand, and is hovering just a little ways in front of Dearshul's muzzle*

Dearshul: *grabs the carrot and playfully yanks on the stick*

Well, someone's hungry!

Ha, ha. *shakes head and smiles*

*Chuckles* I must say that you look quite adorable in that form my dear. But I do have to agree that taking anything offered to you by moth was kind of a silly move.

*shakes head* Thanks. >w< I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I wasn't, really. Pretty dumb.

Henry: One might call you a... well, you can guess.

Dearshul: *ears swiveling back* Shut up.

*Chuckles* Henry behave. You are certainly not one to talk. *Reaches down to kindly rub Dearshuls ears*

Henry: *scowls* Fiiine.

Dearshul: *ears twitch at the contact* Now that is a weird sensation.

Henry: *crossing his arms and pinning his ears back* Get used to it. Everyone will want to touch them, believe me.

*Chuckles* I take it that you are talking from personal experience then Henry. *I kneel down and hug Dearshul softly around her neck* I hope not too terrible of a sensation though my dear. I certainly do not wish to do something to cause you any stress or irritation.

Henry: At least it isn't tail pulling.

Dearshul: *attempts to hug with her neck and gives a small laugh* Not terrible, just different. This will take some getting used to. *gives Moth a look* But perhaps it won't last that long?

Moth: Yeah, yeah. You'll be fine by tomorrow.

*Chuckles as I continue to hug Dearshul, while shooting a look over at moth* You just have to try and isolate yourself from anyone and everyone don't you. Seriously to your own writer no less. What would happen if you messed something up and it did not end up being temporary? Do you not see far enough ahead to think of the possible far reaching consequences that your actions might have on yourself and the lives of others?

Moth: *sighs* Do you always have to rain on my parade? I'm not as trigger-happy as you seem to think I am. Yes, I isolate myself. Yes, I get defensive when people get too close. But I don't act without weighing my actions. She'll be fine. It's in my best interest that she is. She hasn't finished my story yet.

Dearshul: *laughs* Ever altruistic, Moth.

Moth: *raises an eyebrow* Keep talking, darling. The tea hasn't taken its full effect yet.

Dearshul: What do you meEEHAWW! *recoils from the hug, now thoroughly embarrassed* I imagine it's safe to assume this is going to get worse.

Moth: *laughs* Oh, so much worse.

Dearshul: *realization dawning* Oh, Candle, I'm sorry.

*Stares hard at moth* And yet you still revel in the suffering and humiliation, no matter how temporary or permanent of others. No moth I believe that first impressions are usually right unless that person can go out of their way to prove otherwise and you have certainly done no such thing.

Moth: *shrugs* Think what you will about me, but she isn't entirely sweet and wonderful. She wrote me into being, after all. I had to come from some wicked part of her. You're not stupid, writer, you knew I'd pull something like this, right?

Dearshul: Yes, that's true. I felt like I was getting out of touch. I nee-hee-ded to put myself into the fray a bit more. Still, I didn't expect to be an ass. I thought a bug or something insignificant. Something you could feel superior to, if for a little while.

Moth: Me? Inferior to you?

Dearshul: Don't pretend. I know hhhh... how you feel about me.

Moth: *narrows her eyes* You talk too much. Let's speed this up a little. *snaps her fingers*

*Glares daggers at moth as I put up several protective charms and shields around Dearshul while also slowly extracting the cursed water from her system as well as slowly stopping the continued progression of the curse.* You go to far moth. And also seem to have many issues that need to be worked out through talking and not vindictive abuse of magical abilities.

Dearshul: *holds up a hoof* I do appreciate this, my friend, but I should let this hhhh... happen. I've stagnated in writing book two. This is a good exercise, if a little bit masochistic.

Moth: You're not the first to tell me so, darling. I'm a broken thing, but I'm comfortably broken.

Dearshul: You won't be forever.

Moth: *pauses, dropping her sardonic smile* What? Why? Is it Costa?

Dearshul: I can hardly tell you that. You hhhh.... ugh! This is aggravating! How does Candle do it? What I'm trying to say is, you have to live your story without knowing what will hhhh... happen.

*Chuckles* Just because you should let that happen does not mean that you need to lose your voice to this dear. *I say patting Dearshuls head* *I look over at moth* I do not know how you got to this state my dear and I blame myself for not knowing and understanding you better. I will say that something broken cannot stay that way. That is the type of living that leads to poisoning of the soul and stagnation. Healing will come in time for you my dear lady I am certainly of that. I just hope and pray that you might be able to start working towards that yourself.

Dearshul: *gives a laugh that turns into a bray, but stops it immediately, still mortified by the sound* You might be right.

Henry: You can dish it, but you can't take it.

Dearshul: *scowls* I hate it when you're right. Fine. No removing any spells. I've got to be fair.

Moth: Dear lady? *the smirk returns* Why do I feel like there is some insincerity there? I've done nothing to ingratiate myself to you. Quite the opposite. As for your sweet little prayer, healing myself has never worked. It just leaves scars.

*Begrudgingly stops my work at reversing the spells on Dearshul and stand up looking over at moth.* Then maybe my dear you have been going about healing in the wrong way. And as for insincerity I can assure you that I seek to be as sincere as possible at all times as it is the way I was raised. As for me kissing up to you I can assure you that is certainly not the case as, like I said, I was just raised to try and be polite when possible.

((Sorry for the delay, I had to feed the Little Squish))
Dearshul: Thanks, though. I do appreciate it.

Moth: *expression softening* I see. Maybe you're not so bad after all.

(Chuckles no worries dearshul. I went out to grab a pizza myself.) *Nods down at dearshul* No worries my dear. And I am sorry that we seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot lady moth.

((Awesome >w<))

Moth: *begrudgingly* Perhaps I was a little harsh as well.

*I smile kindly over at moth* My dear lady. I was the one who rushed head long into this mess without getting any context or reasoning. The blame for this feud should full fall upon myself and I wish to apologize once again for jumping so quickly to conclusions. I only hope that we can better learn from this mishap and form a more well informed and friendly relationship in the future. *I say holding my hand out to Moth.*

Dearshul: *watches the conversation with interest, feeling a little proud of Moth for letting her guard down*

Moth: I'll try, but no promises. *takes the offered hand and shakes it*

Dearshul: It might not sound like much, but that is a big deal coming from hhh... hhhhh... *clears throat* her.

*Chuckles as I look down at Dearshul.* I know. *I say as I shake moths hand* And hey we all start somewhere.

Moth: *gives a small genuine smile* Indeed.

*Smiles back at moth before looking down at Dearshul* So just out of curiosity? How long is that going to last and how bad will it get before she reverts?

Moth: Just twenty four hours, and then she'll be back to her annoyingly intrusive self.

Dearshul: Hhhawww-hey!

Moth: *shrugs* It's true. As for your other question, she'll retain her mind. Everything else will be the full donkey experience.

Henry: No triggers?

Moth: Nope. And you thought you had it bad.

*Chuckles* Fair enough dear lady. *Looks down at dearshul with a kind smile* You did accept and drink the tea my dear. Always best to learn from ones mistakes after all.

Dearshul: *does her best to shrug, finds that she can't, so she nods*

Moth: *conjures a chair and relaxes* Given up on talking, then? That's a pleasant change.

Henry: *looks uncomfortable* I don't know how well I'd do with that. Not being able to speak... that's almost worse than the hooves.

Moth: You do know that I can remove that curse of yours in an instant.

Henry: *glares* I'm not leaving my wife.

Moth: Just thought I'd remind you.

*Looks over at henry* Well good for you not leaving her my boy. Still makes me wonder how you contracted said curse to begin with though. *Conjures my own lazyboy recliner next to moths chair and relaxes into it.* Care to explain the story you two?

Moth: This jackass cheated.

Henry: *defensively* It was a bad time in our relationship. I was stupid. And drunk.

Moth: I don't like sharing, so I thought if he wouldn't leave his wife, then I'd make her leave him. He's a great liar, so every time he lies he becomes more of who he really is. I don't know anyone who could love an honest-to-goodness ass.

Henry: *shamefaced* Neither do I. But I'm going to fix this.

Moth: Heh. Good luck.

Dearshul: *settles into a comfortable position and watches the exchange*

*Looks at Henry* Well as you seem to be quite human still I can only assume that your lying is getting better. Have you tried talking to your wife at all since this started?

Henry: That is some weird magic that has to do with this place, I think. I've been trying, but I'm still not doing great. I'd love to talk to Lottie if I knew where she was. *glares pointedly at Moth*

Moth: Don't look at me. I don't have her. She's still with Mangiafuoco and Candle somewhere.

*Looks between moth and henry.* Well that could certainly be easily remedied if of course mlady moth and our dear writer Dearshul have no objections.

Only temporarily >w< It might make for better writing, we'll see

Nice ass.

Couldn't help myself.

>w< That was one I wasn't expecting. Nicely done

Really? I'm surprised I was the first to say it.

*hugs you* You make a cute little Jenny, girl. ^^ *pets you*

*hugs in return* That is very kind of you ^w^

Absolutely. ^^ *pets on your muzzle* I always thought Donkeys are cute.

Acrathia: *trying desperately not to laugh*

Moth: *giggles* Go ahead, darling. What is she going to do?

Acrathia: *with perfect composer* Oh I am not afraid at all love, dearshul has been such a gracious host that it would be quite rude if I laughed...on the other hand I laughed at Medoro, I laughed at Candle, it would be rude if I didn't laugh at dearshul's misfortune so...*Laughs hysterically*

Moth: That's more like it!

Dearshul: *rolls her eyes* Fair enough.

Acrathia: * composes herself* oh love at least you recognise this as an opportunity to improve yourself. Other mortals should be so wise... YOU HEAR THAT BRAD!

Brad: *rolls his canine eyes and goes back to sleep*

Dearshul: *tries not to laugh* The poor guy. How long are you going to keep him like that?

Acrathia: Not much longer love. Honestly his infraction was minor, and he has more than learned his lesson. He is just so much fun to pester.

Dearshul: Well, that's fortunate for him. *gives Moth a look*

Moth: Stop your guilt tripping. It will only last twenty four hours.

Acrathia: see? Patience love a little change can help when in a rut

Dearshul: You're right, of course. It'll be good to shake this writer's block.

"Heeee-hawww! Nice Jenny moth!"

Moth: *bows theatrically* Thank you, darling.

*Shows off my missing hair, replaced by a mane.* "I got rid of my hum-heee-hawww-an hair!"

Moth: *raises an eyebrow* It's a good look for you.

*Taps hooves* "Ieeee-hawww know. It happened a few daeeeee-hawww after you changeeeed meeeee-haw. I've beeeeeen braying a laaaawwwt more too."

Moth: *laughs* So I see. You seem happy with it.

*Nods* "Ieeeeee think Ieeeee am getting more daaawwwwwwwwwwnkey."

Moth: *drops her kind demeanor and conjures a rope around your neck* Good. You'll be perfect for selling.

"You reeeee-heeee think so? Ieeeee-hawwww hawwwwve been triieeeeeeing to act as anieeeemal as I can."

Moth: *tugging you along* Good. Keep on working on that. My buyers don't much care for a donkey that can talk.

Such wonderful water isn't it!

Well, it's an interesting experience to say the least! ^w^

Oh good! Finally there is a donkey that I can take to the coal mines so I can collect my thirty pieces of silver!

*Sings "Happy Days are Here Again"

*ears swivel back* Wait... what?

The last time that Moth turned someone into a donkey she said that the next one was mine.

Dont worry I am sure that the coal mine will keep you so busy that you will never have an opportunity to become board. You will not even notice the decades passing. Sixteen hour shifts seems to have that affect.

Oh, dear. *grimaces* It sounds like she tricked you out of a good doney... this curse is only supposed to last for twenty-four hours. Moth is tricky like that. ^^'

I was protested a donkey that is saleable to a coal mine. A donkey that is not permanently a donkey is not saleable to a coal mine so as such is not keeping within the offered deal. I think its you that was tricked not by Moth but by your self. You convinced your self that its only temporary and Moth is not correcting you in your misunderstandings.

I have yet seen anyone that was turned into a donkey to be turned back into a human. There could be reasons for this like its not within her ability to reverse the transformation but wont tell anyone that so she can keep all of the donkeys under her control. As long as the donkeys think that only she can turn them back human they will do anything that she says as if they dont they will never be turned back human. As you said she is one tricky lady.

You do have a valid point, and I certainly wouldn't put it past her to try and trick the people she curses. But it wouldn't be in her best interest to keep me a donkey. If I can't write her story, she is stuck in limbo for eternity. *holds up a hoof* And I certainly can't write with these.

There are authors that are physically incapable of writing but that does not stop them so why should it stop you?

Moth can cast a spell where your thoughts of your stories can go to another that that person can ghost write them. Its not like pulling a very heavy iron cart full of coal would require a great deal of thought. Just don't let your thinking of your stories slow down your pulling of the coal cart because I am sure that they have their ways to keep you donkeys working.

Well this was a nice talk but I really would like to collect my thirty pieces of silver. So its into the small crate with you.

*Stands obstinately* It was lovely speaking with you as well, but surely you'll have to return the silver when the curse wears off. I'll play along, but you're just making more work for yourself.

I have no intention of returning my thirty pieces of silver.

If anyone as any explaining to do its Moth and not my self. All I am doing is selling donkeys to coal mines to pull heavy carts of coal for thirty pieces of silver for each donkey that I obtained from someone else. I am not the one taking humans and turning them into donkeys. If anyone has any explaining to do its Moth to the authorities. Its to Moths best interest to keep you a donkey so no one will be coming looking for her for turning others into donkeys.

As long as Moth keeps me supplied with donkeys everyone is kept happy. And what I mean by everyone is me and Moth and not the donkeys. I keep collecting my thirty pieces of silver and Moth can keep turning people into donkeys and does not have to worry about being over run with large numbers of donkeys that she has to worry about taking care of.

Moth: Enough of this. Why don't we compromise so everyone is happy, mmm? Writer, you go with the nice donkey trader. You work for him as long as your curse lasts. When it wears off, your human form and donkey form will split and he can keep the mindless donkey half of you. He doesn't have to return money, I don't have to stay stuck for eternity, everyone gets what they want. Fair?

Dearshul: Fair? I hhaaardly think that this is fair. I didn't sign up for being worked like a... like a... HAAWWW HEEHAWWW! *stops, confused*

Moth: *with a smile* She won't give you any more lip, darling.

Ah I see you've been donkeyfied recently?
Hehehe neat.

A bit of an experiment. ^^ It's only temporary

Join the herd. ~

you're gorgeous, sorry for the delay and been busy, now I wonder if she will someday have deserved, you know who

You're so sweet >w< I hope your birthday was fun!

I did quite well in my birthday, if I remember correctly, I became a burrito XD, besides I played with my sister and other friends, D. I just missed the cake

Sounds like a great day! Well, aside from the cake, that is.

maybe someday I'll have the cake, to eat with candle, with you, with henry and especially with moth

That sounds lovely!

Looks like I'm a few days late. I feel obligated to make up for lost time, so apologies in advance! ^_^

Going about looking like an ass, why, the only word for that is brayve. Most would bridle discordantly, but you stand that ground, on key. It may be a tough row to hoe, but just remember to dig in your heels! You're saddled not with burden, but a beast of an opportunity, so let the haul of experiences spur you on. Be there salt in your sweat, tears, and licks, mine all you can from this. There may be much you can't grasp that will soon become handy.

Still, I'll grant, the hawrd times may more than graze you. Just remember that the road of thistles certainly has its share of pricks, but it's a good meal for the soul (and body). If feeling like Eeyore, halt er you'll never start feeling your oats! Shoe the stubborn blues away. Getting your enthusiasm spiked is the mane thing.

Hay, I herd there's just a day of this? Then you're on burro'd time, so you'll have to hoof it! No long face on the front end, and tuf't out on the back. I have no doubt you'll make this more carrot than stick when all's said and dun, ear long!

... Yeah, I think I'll apologize after, too. ^_^o Props to you on the idea, as well as the written-and-drawn execution, and fun comment RP!

>w< I bow before you, oh Pun Master! That was brilliant!

Thanks! ^__^

... Glad you got a kick out of it.

I'd also rolled around trying something involving "fairy" and "farrier," but decided against it. I mean, Moth is right there.

... >w<


Moth: Smart move, darling.

Sorry, couldn't resist! ^_^ I just keep finding fodder.

And I'm relieved to hear you say so, Moth! I admit I was sort of torn; inclusion could have come off as presumptuous, but lack of inclusion might have... Well, slighting one of the fey on an invitation tends to end poorly. ... Though I suppose that may itself have been presumptuous. A royal daughter's birth has a bit more heft to it than some yokel randomly trying his hand at farmyard wordplay. ^_^o

>w< Keep it coming! Puns are great!

Moth: *smiles* I'm pleased that you understand your place and have some propriety about it, darling. Too many people in this realm forget who they speak to.

Alright, then! I'll hold off on stabling that impulse. ^_^

You're too kind. I admit, I try to be polite with everyone I meet, but it does pay to stay mindful of whom one addresses and any according courtesies. Doing so is usually its own reward, though there are occasions when and persons with whom it can carry a bonus. After all, bad enough to stick one's foot in one's mouth without realizing said foot is more of a hoof.

>w<

Moth: *looks pointedly at both Dearshul and Henry* Indeed.

I guess when walking around this place, it is best to always carry your own drinking flask with you. ^^

Oh, no question ^^ Don't trust the food, either

What about the air? XD

It's debatable XD