[Ochako clears her throat, nodding, and lets herself be taken back to the farmstead to be looked at. Several of the farmhands stare, horrified (the younger ones), while the much older simply slap their knees and start to laugh, ushering poor girls over to the backroom to get Ochako sorted out. Seems this brand of tomfoolery and pixie hijinks is a bit commonplace on the farm, and a rather elderly but sturdy looking dwarven granny tells her that the pixies often take to the fields and nest in the crops and haybales. And that they're, uh... "More ornery than a mule's backside".
She apologizes for the inconvenience, but has Ochako strip down (just to see where all the scales were starting to form. In no time at all, she's healed with a bit of magic and some herbal lotion on all the parts of her body that have been covered in the snakeskin. For the fangs and tongue, Ochako is given a bottle of fresh cow's milk and a jar of clover honey, told to mix a spoonful of honey into the milk for the next three days - morning and night - to make the fangs fall out on their own and have her tongue back to its usual shape and size.
"And make sure to eat plenty'a iron!! Them fae folk got no power power over it, so what put some inta your meat n' potatoes, girly, and y'all will be right as rain in no time!"]
Thank you, ma'am!! Um, d-do I owe you anything for all this? There's way more than just three day's worth... [The old woman just barks a hearty laugh and slaps Ochako hard on the back - good lord, this woman may be small in stature, but she's built like an ox. Ochako coughs a bit, wincing at the sting to her back. Right. Guess it's their treat.] Thanks again...t-to you, too.
do the tiiiime warp~
[Ochako clears her throat, nodding, and lets herself be taken back to the farmstead to be looked at. Several of the farmhands stare, horrified (the younger ones), while the much older simply slap their knees and start to laugh, ushering poor girls over to the backroom to get Ochako sorted out. Seems this brand of tomfoolery and pixie hijinks is a bit commonplace on the farm, and a rather elderly but sturdy looking dwarven granny tells her that the pixies often take to the fields and nest in the crops and haybales. And that they're, uh... "More ornery than a mule's backside".
She apologizes for the inconvenience, but has Ochako strip down (just to see where all the scales were starting to form. In no time at all, she's healed with a bit of magic and some herbal lotion on all the parts of her body that have been covered in the snakeskin. For the fangs and tongue, Ochako is given a bottle of fresh cow's milk and a jar of clover honey, told to mix a spoonful of honey into the milk for the next three days - morning and night - to make the fangs fall out on their own and have her tongue back to its usual shape and size.
"And make sure to eat plenty'a iron!! Them fae folk got no power power over it, so what put some inta your meat n' potatoes, girly, and y'all will be right as rain in no time!"]
Thank you, ma'am!! Um, d-do I owe you anything for all this? There's way more than just three day's worth... [The old woman just barks a hearty laugh and slaps Ochako hard on the back - good lord, this woman may be small in stature, but she's built like an ox. Ochako coughs a bit, wincing at the sting to her back. Right. Guess it's their treat.] Thanks again...t-to you, too.
[That's addressed to Yang this time.]