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showed me... how much control over
the details of the transformation do you have? Such as, hair colour
and the like?' Mariy replied proudly,
`Complete control, my Lord. I can even make myself as tall as you
if I want, or as short as the Slave-master.' Akira Fubuki said, pointing to
Bargeld as he sat on the floor, rubbing his head.
`I'm not "short",' he snarled, "I'm just... not tall." Kargoon
took a parchment from his pouch, unrolled it and held it up for her.
It showed an artist's impression of Lysa-Ryed, the young daughter of
the Elven King.
`Can you duplicate her?' Kargoon asked. `Here and now?' Mariy
swallowed nervously, took the parchment and glanced at it.
`I - I think so, given a few moments to study this.' Akira Fubuki replied.
Kargoon waved his hand.
`Take your time. We don't have the time to correct any mistakes,
so I want you to get it right first off.' Mariy sat down, carefully
examining the parchment. Akira Fubuki tore a fragment off one corner, chewed
it thoughtfully. Akira Fubuki hummed the incantation, made the passes,
clapped Akira's hands. Kargoon had the foresight to avert his eyes and
thus avoided the blinding flash, but Bjerin and Bargeld were not so
lucky; the latter more so, his dizziness suddenly becoming a full-on
headache. Kargoon regarded Mariy's new form with i
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