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  [colpse]Chapter One Hundred and Two - Bounce Back

  I sat on the edge of one of the room’s beds. e on my p. Amaryllis to my right and Awen to my left. My friends, all of my close friends, were trying to e.

  It was quite silly. It wasn’t as if I’d lost something precious or anything, and I wasn’t hurting. I had just bee... something else.

  “It happens,” Amaryllis was saying. “Not terribly often, but it has been noted before. In fact, some races trace their ins bamunities who all ged their main css aurned into something... uh, else.”

  “Something like me?” I asked.

  “Awa, it’s not so bad,” Awen tried. “Um. I think your new ears are very cute?”

  My ears twitched.

  Reag up, I tugged at one of them, then pushed it back up so that it was standing tall above my head. “I guess they’re kinda cute,” I said. If I outing a bit no one chose to ent on it.

  “You’ll o learn how to care for them. And... and I suspect a few books on Bun culture wouldn’t go amiss. You’ve sort of barged into their race,” Amaryllis said.

  “Yeah, I guess,” I said.

  Awen reached up, then paused. “Awa, , I touch them?”

  Sighing, I nodded. “Sure, go ahead.”

  Awen started running her hands up and down my new ears. It was weird, and kind of ticklish, especially wheouched the white tufts at their base. My right ear kept flopping down as it bent in half at the middle. It was really annoying, like having a so crooked, but on top of my head.

  “Right,” Amaryllis said as she bouo her feet. “I think I saw a book store around here. I had to stop by there anyway, I look to see if there are any books that will talk about your... dition.”

  “Yeah, I’d appreciate that,” I said.

  Amaryllis nodded and stomped off. She wasn’t the kind of girl that could just sit around and wallow when things weren’t going right. She o act, to move.

  Usually, that was the case with me too, but I wasn’t feeling it.

  I sighed a myself fall backwards onto the bed, then winced as a bit of pain sprang out from my tailbone. My tailbohat now ended in an actual tail.

  It was a good thing I was wearing a skirt, or else I’d o cut a hole in my pants to let out the big ball of brown fluff now permaly attached just over my bum.

  “I’m being dramatic,” I said as I spyed out my arms across the bed. My new bunny ears flipped over the edge as if they were melting off the sides of the bed above me. “This isn’t so bad, I guess.”

  “It’s going to be okay,” Awen said. “Um. No one dislikes buns, I think. And, and you’re still Broccoli.”

  “That’s right!” I said. My good mood plummeted a moment ter. “Ah, but now I ’t go bae.”

  “You, you ’t?” Awen asked. She climbed onto the bed and slowly sat cross-legged o me. “Why not?”

  “Well, for one I don’t know how. But also, if I do go back. Well, there aren’t any buns where I’m from. And I don’t think I could hide my ears at all.”

  Awen looked down at me, eyes wide and sad, then she fell atop me and pulled me into a hug. “It’s okay! We’ll make a new home for you here. To-together!”

  I grinned aurhe hug. “Thanks Awen,” I said. “Ah... I should find a distra, all this ear business is driving me spare.”

  “Um. You have a new css to pick, right?” Awen asked. “Did you like the ones you have avaible, or, uh, will you go do another dungeon for something else?”

  “Hrm,” I said as I began to rub Awen’s back. It was as much a gesture to keep me occupied as it was oo y friend. “I have three avaible, we could look over them together?”

  “Sure, I, awa, would like that.”

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  “I like this one,” I told Awen as I repeated the css’ description. “It’s kind of weird.”

  “Awa, you, um...” Awen flushed and looked away. “You’re a little weird too, I guess. But in a good way.”

  I ughed. “Thanks! You’re... actually I have no idea, I guess you might be weird or normal and I wouldn’t know.”

  “Ah, I think I’m normal?” Awen wondered.

  “Amaryllis though,” I began.

  “She’s weird. B-but don’t tell her that I said that. She’s also scary.” Awen shuddered. “But...I think I like her. As a friend! I meant as a friend!”

  I pulled Awen in for an, because hugs were the best. “You’re so cute Awen.”

  “Aa...” Awen mumbled as I hugged her.

  “ css?”

  “Y-yes please!”

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  “That’s the same css I have,” Awen said. “Um. I think I’m about to get gss manipution with that one.”

  “Is that good?” I asked.

  “Um. Gss is an iing material, I think. I ah, had an idea but I’m not sure if it’s good.”

  I shifted so that I could see her better. “What is it?”

  “Aell, I know that Light Aspect mana is supposed to be easy to use, but it’s kind of... weak. But there are things like fog lenses and prisms and such. I think I could tinker a way to make it better.”

  “Like a ser?” I asked.

  Awen blinked. “You know what those are?”

  “Yeah, we used them to annoy cats where I’m from.”

  e raised her head from my p and kind of just stared. She was not impressed. She stood up, walked ay tummy, climbed over Awen, then spun around and sat on my face.

  “e! No!”

  After snatg e off of my face, then punishing her with kisses and hugs for a moment, I resettled on the bed with Awen tucked up against my side.

  “Only one css left,” I said.

  “Awa, the puppet one?”

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  “Hrm,” I said.

  “Hrm,” Aweed.

  “I think I’m going to go for the Wondernder css,” I said. “It sounds like it suits me better.”

  “Okay!” Awen said. “It does sound very, um, exg.”

  Grinning, I poked at Mister Menu and waited for just a moment. A shiver ran through me, from the tip of my poofy ears all the way down to my toes.

  Ding! You are now a Wondernder!Health + 5Stamina +5Mana +10Resilience +5Flexibility +15Magic +5

  “It’s done!” I said.

  Awen giggled and e flopped onto the bed’s pillow in celebration.

  “Now we all have sed csses. How is that?”

  “Awa, it’s very, um, . I didn’t think I’d ever get to reaything past my first evolution,” Awen said. “Now I’m going to be a gss on too, and Amaryllis will, um, make puppets out of people with electricity.”

  “That does sound like something that’ll make Amaryllis even scarier,” I said

  The bedroom’s door squeaked open and Amaryllis walked in backwards, wings carrying a small stack of books. “So, I’m scary, but not enough that you won’t talk about me when I’m not around,” she said as she stomped off towards the dining table set to one er. “I found help.”

  “Um, hello!”

  I blinked and sat up straighter. I reized the voice. Eveer, I reized the young woman that followed Amaryllis into the room.

  She walked with her hands woven together over her tummy, and her eyes were fog more on the floor than the rest of the room. She was wearing a light cloak over tough-looking travelling clothes. Still, for all that her face artially hidden by her cloak, it did nothing to hide the two big ears stig out of the top of her head.

  “Booksie?” I asked.

  The bookshop owner looked up. “Miss Broccoli?” she asked. Her eyes locked onto my ears and I saw her expression twist with fusion. “You’re a bun?”

  I hopped to my feet, a smile tugging at my cheeks. “I am now! What’re you doing in Rosenbell?”

  Booksie’s eyes snapped away from me. “I’m heading home. I just had to stop here on the way back. It’s a quick stop, nothing else.”

  “Home to Port Royal?” I asked.

  “No,” she said. Then, quicker. “Were you a bun st time we spoke? I ’t remember seeing your ears, but I think you were wearing a hat at the time?”

  “I wasn’t a bun back then,” I said. “I’ve only had the ears for a few hours now. Ah, I guess that’s why Amaryllis asked you to e... she did ask you to e, right?”

  “I offered her money,” Amaryllis said.

  I huffed. “You ’t fix every problem with money, Amaryllis.”

  The harpy snorted. “That sounds like poor people talk.”

  Awen sat up, hands running across her clothes thten them. “Awa, who’s your friend?” Awen asked.

  “ht!” I said. “Awen, this is Booksie, she owns a bookstore in Port Royal.”

  Booksie’s smile faltered a little and she went back to staring at the floor. “Used to own. I’m just a normal bun now, on my way to derrun. But that’s not what matters. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Awen.”

  “Awa, the pleasure’s mine,” Awen said.

  “What happeo your store?” I asked.

  Booksie shook her head. “It’s not important,” she said. “Miss Amaryllis said that you needed help with something, and I think I see the problem. People don’t usually just turn into buns, not as far as I’ve read.”

  “Were you born a bun?” I asked. I was definitely going to find out what happeo her store, but only when she was ready to tell me.

  “I was,” Booksie said. “And my mother before me, and my grandfather before her. If a bun mates with a human, their offspring is going to be a bun.”

  “Awesome,” I said. Any babies I had would have widdle little ears and a fluffy tail? I couldn’t say no to that! “So there are a bunch of buns out there?”

  Booksie smiled a little wistfully. “We have our little ers. Most buns are well treated. And we have a good reputation for, ah, most things.” She flushed a little at that. “If you don’t mind, how did you bee a bun yourself? An artefact? Some magic that went... strange? A css evolution?”

  I hen reached both hands up to stop my bunny ears from flopping. If only they could stay as fixed as my normal ears. “Yeah. My css ged to amon Bun Bun, and now I have these, and ah, a tail.”

  “Oh,” Booksie said. “Well, then it’s probably nothing to worry about. You still have human ears? Any xenophobe will be able to tell that you weren’t born a bun, so there’s that.”

  “Oh, um, okay,” I said. “Did you wanna sit? We talk some more over tea or something. I guess if there’s no way to lose the ears, I might as well learn a bit about bun culture and such.”

  “Sure!” Booksie said. She took off her hood, which was quite involved with the big ears and all, and pced it off to the side. In the full light of the room, I could easily make out all the marks around her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping, and I didn’t think it was because she was binge reading until four in the m.

  My ears could wait, I had a new friend to cheer up!