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It is only after escaping the confines of her prison does the Elf appreciate the metaphysical nature of where she had spent this past week. Her travel path could only be described as traversing an impossible space, walk on the forest path for miles, yet never truly moving a single inch from where she was before. More that her surrounds twisted and turned to accommodate an experience of movement, the trees of wood waving to and fro like the ink of an impressionist painting was being dragged from the canvas before the Elf's eyes. But why? Perhaps to give the Elf's mind time to step foot outside itself as we exit the symbolic to the physical.

Sure enough after some time the Elf takes a step, but this time it felt real. The crunch of the dirt, twig and leaves reverberate under her heel, the slight ache and from the muscles in her legs as her quadriceps and hamstrings are start to pulsate for the first time since she was locked up. This was real, although she found herself no less lost when gazed at her surroundings, she still found herself in a wood but without any enchantment. Vivid greens turn into pale tints peppered around the greys and browns that now surround her. The harsh uncompromising mundanity of reality, she knew inside this was real.

She looks ahead to see a figure walking slowly towards her, wearing the same kind of ears she assumed now graced her own form. They wore a light brown robe, adorned in all kind of embroidery and what the Elf assumed to be sequins from a distance but could see a different kind of rare and valuable stone covered the patterns outline by gold. The Elf somehow felt like they were incurring debt just by looking at it. The figure itself was pale, with long flowing hair whic- I mean it's a fucking Elf, an almost caricature of the thing, even being following but golden sunlight and woodlands creatures mimicking their path, as sparrows and robins landed on their shoulder and the long golden staff they carried. They walked with such clarity and purpose, that the Elf understood they did not need to address this person, as they would conduct their business immediately.

-Aaahh good to see you escape from whatever temporal paradox you found yourself in ma'am. My name is Jhaan of the Vaydark family and I am in charge of bringing wayward lambs their essentials.

-Errr thank you Jhaan. Say the Elf as they try to collect a microbe of composure from this situation. But I don't really recognise anything in your possession as from my student flat.

-Oh these are not your possessions ma'am, these are the essentials. Any long standing member of the Elven Kingdom must present themselves appropriately when they are representing us among the beastkin. Explains Jhaan.

-There uuhh, must be some mistake. I was a human until like a few days ago I think. Explains the Elf.

-Aah, I must apologise ma'am as while I do not doubt your claim, I only have access to this chronology currently. Where the house of Dawnsabers has been a pillar of our kingdom for millennia. Thus you are expected to represent us in more... Decent attire then you're uuhh... current robes ma'am.

They gesture towards the Elf's clothes, which she had not taken time to analyse before due to the dim light of the cabin. In fact it was an outfit they recognised, it was the clothes they were wearing the night they were killed as The Huntsman. They wore their stitched up denim jacket, which begins as green at the top, but changes to grey at the bottom as well as by the sleeves, leaving a clean line when her arms are beside her. She wore this with black jeans, which she didn't remember feeling this tight before, tho she has lost both her shoes and her beanie while in the cabin. The harrowing part was her long shirt which still carried a huge red stain and a hole from where she had sustained her fatal wound, tho no trace of the injury was left on her flesh. This part alone made her clothes feel twice as heavy and intruder upon her skin. She looked up to notice Jhaan was carrying clothes presumably for her, she nodded as she grabbed them and looked Jhaan directly. They nod as they tap their staff onto the side of their head which seemed to drain the colour from his eyes, which the Elf took to mean he has robbed himself of sight, they could've just... Turned around, that was needlessly extra but okay.

The clothes that had been provided were flat shoes which kind of felt like plimsolls, barely covering her feet. Alongside this were faux-lether, or rather leather from a creature from another realm alien to her, tights that actually fit snug around her waist perfectly. But this was the moment she realised it's not her ears but her entire body was a little different. She wasn't exactly flat at the hips before but, this was ridiculous. She noticed the second big change as she put on her black cotton tube top on which was, yeah okay, what the hell with that? At the risk of sounding indelicate about the temporal horror she is currently experiencing; She had badassive badonkers now. The Elf makes a mental note to um, explore that later as she puts on the rest of her attire: A vivid bright green transparent shroud which covered the upper half of her body, as well a gold necklace, like a choker but for rich people, embroidered with peridot gems and a matching cuff for her left wrist. On top of that there were two clasps separated by a chain which fitted perfectly on one of her new ears, to cover the damage she sustained in the cabin specifically.

While she did of course feel a certain way about being told how to dress for 'Respectability' it stings less when the fit is this good. This was the most luxurious feeling outfit she had ever adorned and to be told it's her new 'Lounge wear' essentially is berserk. She was showing of parts of her body she didn't have to show off before, she went from feeling like a goblin crawling from hell to absolutely brimming with pride. She essentially threw away her entire old outfit, only electing to keep a tatty bracelet she wore on her right wrist from a musical festival she and her ex once attended. This didn't breach respectability apparently as when Jhaan opens their eyes they nod in satisfaction.

-Now for the return of your personal artefacts ma'am, given your chronological desyncing this may be of great use to you. Explains Jhaad as he produces a stack of documents, complete with ID and what looks like a passport.

The Elf grabs them with apprehension, being unsure of what life she now allegedly lives, she grabs the documents and starts walking away. Maybe if she doesn't look at them she can still hold on to the life she knew, however perhaps sensing this was the case Jhaad calls after her.

-Let me be the first to re-christen you to this world. Your name is: Skúmálfar.

She looks back at the Elf clad in brown and jewels, as she recoils with the familiarity she feels as the name leaves his tongue and caresses her ears. She knows he does not lie with the proclamation. This was her name, the one thing she had denied herself up until this point had been forcibly etched into her fabric, without knowledge, without consent, with complete authoritative violence. Yet, she knew it to be true.

She picks up her pace and walks towards the closest thing to civilization as fast as she could, combating the ever stronger wind blowing against her. It's the little things such as how far her legs needed to reach to complete a step, or how far apart her thighs were to feel comfortable walking, the weight on her chest fluctuating with each step, things that were now irrevocably different. Not different enough to not be able to walk, but enough for the aching and pains of someone doing these simple actions incorrectly. Sooner than she anticipated she starts to feel the concrete feedback on her step, she stops to lean against a sign, as she looks out and spots the tarmac of a car park. Turning her head she also spots a visitors centre, complete with little families of Monsters walking out with ice creams and colourful paws from an afternoon of finger painting had taken place. She turns to the sign she was leaning on before to read its familiar script:

"Welcome To High Woods Country Park"