Random thoughts of Mistress Revas

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Vallarie wakes up in her bed, in her night gown above the covers, not remembering how she got there. In a cloud of haze from a night of fitful sleep. She lies in bed awake staring at the ceiling, trying to remember the past nights events. It comes to her quickly in a flash of images, but is quickly gone. Only fragments remain: Reading through the wording of a long spell. Casting wards of protection, then casting a rather long spell. Collapsing in exhaustion. She struggles to remember more details, but none come to her. She thinks to herself "The wish spell, how could I forget. ".

She gets up and takes a deep breath and thinks, "what is that smell, I hope nothing is burning" She runs around the small cabin sniffing, trying to determine where the smell is coming from. She opens the door and takes a deep breath thinking "no, not outside". She gives up after she is satisfied there is no immediate danger.

She decides to get dressed, as she visits her closet she catches a glimpse of herself in an expensive looking silver framed full length mirror. She quickly scans through her dresses as something occurs to her. "The image in the mirror, that was --NOT-- me. Alarmed she quickly goes over spells in her mind and it comes far easier to her then she remembers. She jumps in front of the mirror and the image jumps with her. "Who are you!? What are you doing here? You are not welcome!" As she says it she notices the figure is wearing the same full length nightgown, though for the image it is a few sizes too small. Instead of draping down, it snags at the images hips, crumpled up, it hangs to it's knees. She quickly goes up to the face. It is much the same. "Could it be?" She puts her hand to her face, examines it's features, checks it's eyes. "Holy hells", she says aloud as she examines the tattoo's and splotches near her scalp. She quickly unties her hair and let's it drape. It is jet black and golden blonde, soft and think. She thinks to herself, "What, what happened to me. I spent so much time, worded it so carefully". She turns around, then quickly turns around again and kicks the mirror in a bout of frustration. It falls to the ground and shatters. She collapses to the floor, allows her emotions to overwhelm her and sobs.

After ten minutes she collects herself and looks at herself again, in disgust. She turns around to look at herself. "I am so fat, how could this have possibly happened. I worded this in a way which this should not have happened. She notices the tears on the shoulders of her nightgown. "My favorite nightgown. Damn it all. Nothing is going to fit anymore. How can I possible reverse this? Do I dare? " Her eyes go up to her face."These tattoos I can live with". She strokes her soft silky thick hair and a small smile creeps across her face. She says aloud "At least I'm still pretty". As she does so, she notices the fog since Re Ven Dahl left is gone, and in fact. She fells sharper then she can remember. Then her mood quickly changes when she catches a wiff of smoke yet again and shouts in anger "What in the hells is burning" Clearly flustered by her situation.