[center][b]Continuation of a Certain Fairy's Drunken Encounter; Some oft frequented bar in the Great Province of Kaymari.[/b][/center]

Aes'tille visibly frowns at the monster-man's rude comments, mostly about her being akin to a cockroach, but she can't help but lose herself when she's inexplicably plucked up by the wings. Despite how uncomfortable it may look to be from a distance, the tiny fairy was in heaven as she is gracefully pulled through the air by a pair of strong, not altogether rough fingers. She revels in the momentary relief, stretching her arms and legs out from her body as if to to feign unaided flight, face stretched out in an expression of wondrous joy. Forgetting entirely that she had just been slighted, she giggles mirthfully to herself as the Talgan holds her precariously over the counter for the bartender to see, squirming excitedly in the man's clutch without a care in the world. Despite having all of the fun a little Fairy could have when being carried, Aes'tille couldn't help but feel like something was a little off, and it took a mortal man's desperate warning to bring her back to her senses. 

[i]This monster-ish pointy-eared not-quite-human lookin' guy was making fun of her![/i]

Suddenly, a strange feeling seems to cover the tavern. The air seems to almost vibrate against the patron's skin, and even the most fearless drunkard could feel that something huge was coming. For anybody looking directly at the Fairy, it might look as if a small galaxy had come down from the sky and landed in the unknowing Talgan's hand. Tiny, magical sparks seem to fly out from the tiny creature's body, dancing through the air and carving mysterious arcs of light across the curious mortal's faces. Even if Orren wanted to keep hold of her, his mere fingers could not possibly hope to contain the power rising up from within his captive, as she floats almost magically from his grip and rises up past his full height. Hovering in the air for all to see, Aes'tile places her hands defiantly on her hips and calls out for all to hear-

"Transformation!"

This was no simple, cosmetic transformation preformed by circus mages or street performers. This was a true transformation, using the ancient shapeshifting arts of the Fae, a technique not once witnessed by humans up until this fateful day. Her unclothed body grows gradually and completely, and with each added inch to her height, more and more stars seem to be released from her glowing body to shower those standing around her. Within an instant, she's grown to the size of a human girl, but with pointed ears and eyes shifting with cosmic light. Her transformation didn't stop there, she continued to grow and mature before everybody's eyes, rapidly increasing in height until she floated mere inches above the ground, wings fluttering experimentally to suit her new size. She stood almost on the same level as Orren, but this time as a grown woman similar to her in appearance. By the time the light settles down, the entire tavern has been shocked into silence by her display of power, and she stares defiantly at the man who had once grasped her casually from a cup-

"Stand in awe, pointy-eared monster-looking guy! Aren't I awesome! You shouldn't diss Fairies! Yeah!"

-and she laughs. Hands on her hips, as if challenging the Talgan to defy her awesomeness.