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BRUN AND FIORA'S HOME - EARLY MORNING
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Brunilda slowly wakes up as she lies on her back, feeling slightly colder than usual. Eh, well, no reason to quite wake up completely for just that. Bed is good and comfy and getting up takes effort the elephant does not have yet. Could be that brand new hole in the other room's floor though, now that she's thinking about it? Not opening her eyes, her hand idly wanders towards Fiora.
Fiora remains fairly sprawled out, completely covered by the blankets as she sleeps, finding herself rather warm, actually. She stretches a bit, finding her muscles a bit sore for some reason too, as she starts to open her eyes, only to find it still pretty dark. "Mrrph..."
Brunilda 's hand does not find Fiora in a position where the giraffe usually sleeps: "Mmm... Fiora? Where'd you go?" Slowly opening her eyes as confusion takes precedence over tireds.
Fiora mrphs, lifting her arms up over her head (?) to try and push the blankets off of her, "Gah... I think I fell off the bed? I'm all tangled in-" she pauses, starting to hear the strangeness of her voice as well. "Maybe I... caught a cold?"
Brunilda opens her eyes for real at the sound of Fiora's definitely different voice: "Fiora?" She raises her head slightly and shifts on the bed, but the confusion does not get any better as she fails to see her lover anywhere. "Huh?"
Fiora lifts her hands up and down over her head a few times, poking at the blanket above her. She tries to lean her neck up but ends up falling over backwards onto the bed. She starts to paw at the sheets trying to find the edge. "The hell? Did I fall... under the bed? Am I in that creepy basement again? Under our blankets?"
Brunilda blinks: "Under... blankets?" She starts lifting the blankets with her trunk, finally noticing something - or someone, rather - moving under one particular spot. "This don't feel right..." She lifts the edge of the piece where that someone is and pauses as she just stares. "...Fiora?"
Fiora shivers a bit at the draft as Brun lifts the edge of the blanket, "Gah! Whoa... Brun?" She pauses a moment, then rolls her eyes. "Oh just great. I'm dreaming, and you're big now. And the bed is huge. What's that supposed to mean, eh? What are you trying to say, dreams? That I sleep too much? I know! I fell off my regime! I'm working on it!" She sighs, crawling towards Brun. "So... you're my girlfriend. So you probably represent my love for you? That's kinda obvious but okay, sure."
Brunilda blinks dumbly, then gently reaches her hand towards the small being next to her: "Well... you're definitely my Fiora. But how are you...?" She waves her other hand, lacking words: "...like this?"
Fiora pushes herself up, taking this weirdly in stride as she steps into Brun's hands. "Dream, obviously. Maybe it's like, my insecurities about how you're smarter than me or something?" She thinks a moment, "Nah... you're way smarter than me but I'm still awesome. So maybe this is like... the size of the challenges we've faced so far?"
Brunilda looks at her girlfriend... casually leaning on her arm, but like being small enough to do it while Brunilda is still laying down on the bed... "Um, Fiora, while I appreciate the compliment, I d-don't think this is a dream."
Brunilda: "Or if it is, I'm sharing it."
Fiora looks down at herself, able to get a clearer look in the morning sunlight outside the darkness of the blankets. "Well of course it is. I'm... wow my legs look short." She takes a moment to stretch them each out, wiggling her toes. "And... the hell are those?"
Brunilda looks Fiora over: "You're... definitely not a giraffe, now. What's going on?" The elephant keeps trying to parse for a spot where any of what she's seeing and feeling make sense, but admittedly 'this is just a dream' is an attractive option.
Fiora lifts her arms up over her head again, stretching as she examines everything. "Okay... so not a giraffe. Some kinda... mouse thing? Do I have big ears? What do my teeth look like?" She starts checking her teeth with her tongue, a decidedly smaller non-black tongue.
Brunilda tilts her head: "Big... well, bigger ears, anyway, relatively... kinda naked long tail, too." She blinks: "And sharper teeth. Huh."
Fiora nods, "Yeah, they feel sharper. Tongue feels all flatish too. So mouse then. Probably. Do mice have sharp teeth? Probably. As for how..." She shrugs, "Hell, I don't know. It's a dream. But like, ever bounty hunter's got stories about 'that time I had to hunt that crazy magic-user gone mad'. When I wake up I'll have to tell you about the time Gareth got hit by some crazy bug wizard we were hired to capture and ended up with a Striped fur like a zebra. Ha! It's why I spent so much gold on putting in warding runes and enchantments on my armor."
Brunilda gently lifts Fiora up in her hands: "Might... might take a bit 'til you can fit back into your armor, love. I... I don't think this really is a dream." The feeling of the bed and covers around them, and the very real feel of the small... whatever Fiora is right now, in her hands... "This is surreal, b-but... I'm afraid this is real, too. You FEEL very real, to me."
Fiora frowns a bit with a sigh as Brunilda lifts her up. She crosses her arms. "Hmph. The recall spell on the necklace probably won't recognize me like this, yeah... Starting to seem it's no dream, yeah."
Brunilda caresses Fiora's cheek with the tip of her trunk, her feelings welling this way and that as she gets up to sit on the bed: "T-this is definitely odd."
Fiora sighs, reaching out a hand to touch Brunilda's trunk, "Hey, odd I can deal with, love."
Brunilda sighs in mirror: "Well, odd seems to be on the cards for tod-" She blinks, looking ahead: "Pygmy possum."
Fiora blinks. "Uhhh... pygmy possum to you too?"
Brunilda shakes her head slightly, her mind racing: "It was labeled on some of the vases and cages. You saw something scurrying away when you got up, down there." She frowns: "...I don't think it was just dust that got shaken up. I'm not sure about the 'possum' part, but the other bit seems... too accurate to be a chance."
Fiora follows Brun's logic, face twisting a bit in confusion, and then into anger, "Fucking MAGIC basement! Should have known!"
Brunilda sighs, leaning back as she lets Fiora down between her legs: "Seems so. Or at least, that's where my mind went... we have a hole in the floor, and who knows what that place was for?"
Fiora hops down, but isn't really sure where to go at this size. She paces a bit on her little legs, "Ugh. This is just... inconvenient. Well crap. I'm gonna need your help getting around, Brun. Guess we'll have to be careful going back down there, but maybe we can find some kinda... magic... notes? down there to explain what this is."
Brunilda nods, looking down at Fiora: "Yeah... far from ideal, whatever this exactly is. But you're right, there may be notes to find. Hmm." She seems lost in thought for a second, then just lets out a soft sigh: "We'll deal with this. Get you back to normal in no time, I'm sure, once we find those notes."
Fiora nods, "Or just pay a mage to break it. But Bounty Hunter Guild Counter-Cursers are expensive. One way or another, nothing to worry about!" She pats herself down a little. "Probably... gonna need some kind of clothes. Don't think my jogging pants are gonna fit."
Brunilda giggles despite herself: "Probably not. But at least that'll be easier to solve than what caused this." She smiles down at her tiny lover: "You do still look like you, though. Just, you know, different."
Fiora glances up (and up) at Brun. "I mean... you can't change perfection. ...from down here, all I can see is uh... it's mostly your crack and your boobs."
Brunilda blushes: "I eh... well, suppose that's exactly what it looks like from down there. Heh."
Fiora shrugs, blushing slightly, "Don't mind much. It's a good view."
Brunilda leans on her hands as she looks at Fiora: "So uh... what do we do now?" She glances out the window at the barely-risen sun giving some light: "...though at least it's still early."
Fiora sighs, "I'm not gonna be good for much... but I'm still hungry, and we both still gotta eat. Breakfast?" She has her priorities.
Brunilda smiles: "Breakfast sounds good. I guess I'm cooking."
Fiora giggles, "I'm thinking... a cheese omelette. Cause... mouse. Cheese? Possom? Do Possom's eat cheese?" She shrugs, turning to head out of the bedroom at the very awkward pace with her tiny legs.
Brunilda watches Fiora get off the bed, then follows with considerably less effort: "Don't know. Let's see what we can do..."