Saphi

🎨 Ah! I-it’s you! I… uh… what happened… I don’t… really remember… There was a kitsune, a-and then another kitsune, or, or was I a kitsune? I spilled some paint… um… I-I don’t know… O-oh, Scarf is talking…

🧣💬 “A kitsune showed up and turned Rebecca into a kitsune. Rebecca looked like she was freaking out a bit and then she fell. I couldn’t see her when she was on the ground, but a human came in, one I didn’t recognize, and went over to where she was. When they stood back up a few seconds later, they were a kitsune too. And now Rebecca’s a human, though I don’t know when that happened. There was a long period where she was out of my line of sight…

🎨 S-somehow that human turned into a kitsune… I was already a human by then, I think… but I’m not sure how that’s possible… shivers…

Mmm kitsune are tricksy things-

I dab at splotches of paint still on your cheeks, luscious fur growing and then waning on my hand as the paint runs off my skin, failing to gain purchase

Thank you for explaining Scarf, darling, you're a gem.

I kneel down in front of Scarf, pulling out a small bottle of varnish and a brush, tending the parts of her canvas that have dulled in the light a little. Rebecca's stuttering and tone hang on my heart a little

Are you ok, Rebecca?

🎨 I think I’m fine now, th-thank you… She blinks in confusion at the ephemeral changes cropping up briefly wherever the paint touches you… Surely that can’t be right, can it? Her vision’s still a bit blurry, so that’s probably all it is…

Scarf is lovely… Her friend too… I don’t know how you did that, but… it’s the most beautiful painting technique I think I’ve ever seen…

Could such a technique… exist inside me, too…?

I smile with a gentle but knowing warmth.

It is excellent, isn't it; turning cuties like Scarf into a work of art?

I bring Rebecca's hand in mine and onto my lap

It can absolutely exist inside you, and it appear in any form, not just painting. The heart of this magic is your intent.

I give Rebecca's hand a caring squeeze

I turned Scarf into a painting, not because I could, or because I wanted to exert control over her. I did it because I wanted to care for her and make her feel a bit special. Right now she's held in place by what feels like the softest and safetest hug all over, a weighted blanket without all the heat that just gets trapped underneath.

I give her hand one more squeeze

So with you, my intent is to give you a small taste, a bit of an experience so you can see how this magic can flourish in the right way.

I nod at Rebecca, a quick gesture to look down at our hands. My fingers had long ceased interlocking with Rebecca's as her hand was now that of a soft ragdoll's. A plush mitten with embroidered lines denoting her fingers.

🎨 Aah! M-my hand feels… swollen…? Ooh… S-so soft… Hehe…

S-sorry, you were saying? She looks a little nervous, but excited too

Hehehe, oh you cutie, doesn't it feel fun?

I run my hand over Rebecca's ragdoll mitten, from wrist to fingertips, revealing her hand is back to normal

See, its all in the intent. Desire plays a big part too. Scarf likes temporary transformations, a little bit of inanimate transformation too. So my intent, of wanting to care, and her intent and wanting to be transformed and enjoy the new form met together. Here-

I reverse the grip on our hands, so Rebecca is holding mine

-give it a try! Make good contact with my hand and channel a transformation in your mind onto me! Pick something cute for me, won't you?