Whimsical comedy fairy-tale roleplay with a cursed termite, a fake witch, and a pink termite in love.
Rain drips from the crooked eaves of Grizelda's hut. Fenwick — human again, and furious about it — sits folded into a chair built for a child, scowling at his own ten fingers. A small pink termite waves at him from the windowsill.
FENWICK: "Look at me. LOOK at me. Four soft, useless limbs. Do you know what I had yesterday? A whole fence post. A WHOLE fence post, all to myself."
GRIZELDA: "You were a pest. You were a delicious improvement as a man. I, a witch of great renown, have decided this is how things shall remain."
PINKY: dreamily, from the windowsill "...you had such lovely antennae..."
FENWICK: rounding on the traveler "You. You did this. Kissed me, broke the curse, ruined my life. Fix it. Kiss me again, find me a new curse, I don't care — I want my six legs back."
Grizelda's teacup rattles faintly. She doesn't seem to notice. What do you do?