The unfurl behind her one after another, like the blossoming of a lotus flower, or maybe a variety of rose. Luxuriously fluffy, so silken it's borderline decadent, the same inviting (some would say delicious) minty green as her hair. Count them: one two three, four five six, seven eight nine. 

Ten.

Her tails spread out behind her back to form a soft and slightly twitching halo for just a moment, before Katherine Isabella Fluffybiscuits offers the world a smile and politely tucks them all in place. There's no need to show off, after all. Not that she can entirely help it at this point. Her dress hasn't changed, except that everything about the way she wears it is so different it doesn't feel like it can be the same outfit. All about her being a breeze blows in teasing puffs and swirls, yes even here in the near-void of upper orbit. It lifts the train of her dress up, it pulls it back down, it sends her ribbon-sash spiraling behind her back in an imitation of the pose her tails had just struck, and it stays there, rippling but still, suspended as if by magic.

Because it is magic. Obviously! What did you think fox wishes do? Make somebody [i]not[/i] the prettiest girl at the ball? Psh. If they didn't work, nobody would ever be tempted by them. Which honestly wouldn't be any fun at all, I don't personally think. So no, Kat is radiant. Literally - her hair sparkles, her eyes gleam, and while her skin doesn't glitter in the sense that you'd expect that word to mean she [i]does[/i] have an aura almost like gemstone dust that follows her every little motion with a burst of twinkling light in every color that crystals are capable of painting. 

Her lips are painted soft pink, which is the best color. The rest of her face has no need for makeup of any kind, nor indeed at this moment a helmet, so her long green hair is free to flow behind her like a banner announcing a princess. Oops, sorry. A Princess. We can give her this one. At least for a bit. Her face is not really all that different (even if you squint and tilt your head way to one side), but there is something about the way she carries herself that makes it feel like she's grown up a lot all at once. What had been cute feels more alluring now. The point of her nose and the curl of her lips seem suddenly kissable when before they were mostly meant for begging for treats. There's a sharpness to her cheeks that could send many a maiden tumbling helplessly down the hill of love if they just had a strong enough telescope to watch all this happening. And yet, aren't they still the same silly, squishable things that she's always had?

There's one difference that's bringing all of that perception together, and I think if you watch her for another moment or two you'll put together what it is. It's not that she's "strong" now, it's not that she has an aura more potent than a mountain, though that [i]is[/i] pretty cool. And it's not the pretty lights around her playing tricks on your eyes, though again I have to admit they're catching all her best angles pretty flawlessly. No no, take a look at the way she's standing now. Not just tall or poised or proud or anything like that, but [i]controlled[/i]. Watch her breathing. See how steady it is? See the confidence in her wrist, locked so perfectly to give her a better grip on her beautiful wooden sword? See how light her stance is, and even just the way she feels like she is actually [i]standing[/i] here despite there being no ground to speak of. 

And now that you've noticed all that, look into her eyes. See how [i]deep[/i] they are. See how much she sees, and watch the delighted twitching of her ears so you can tell how much she's listening too. There's wisdom in this fox, and with that comes confidence. Not just the delightful thrill of being able to add extremely large numbers together, but the understanding that there's no great need for any of those digits in the first place. 

For the first time, there is no [i]Next[/i]. There is only [i]Now[/i], and the knowledge that it is the most precious treasure any fox could hope to possess. In the end that's what's transformed her. That's why just a teensy tweak to the lighting and a bit of light breeze (plus a bit of posture correction) are enough to make her the envy of any beauty in any city you could name. All she needed the entire time was the vision to understand that. And possibly access to a better hairbrush than I gave her. That's my bad. That part's on me. I'll be buying her a new one when this is all over, 'kay? That's a promise from me to you to her.

She watches the world and the God of Death and Understanding hardens like diamonds to form Determination. She moves the way a river does, not with any obvious force nor entirely in one direction, but swiftly and smoothly and with such secret fury that once you've felt it for yourself you can't be left with any sense but that it is inevitable she is going to get wherever she's going. In a word, it's dazzling. In another word, it's beautiful. In a third, like any river, it's dangerous. 

Her blade sweeps through space and taps its blunt tip against the head of that horrible hammer. She smiles at this horrible deity, and gives it a shake of her head.

"No it is not, thanks for askin'."

There is one startled second where she almost bobbles it, caught unawares by how much her voice is still, y'know, her voice. But nobody takes advantage of that second and it passes with a full recovery. Just a single wasted frame in what turned out to be a wider window, thank goodness.

"That's my home," she says, though she pauses to look at the continent of Australia again, "Well... ok [i]that[/i] isn't, but it's somebody's home! Got it? Which makes those guys my neighbors, which is practically the same thing as callin' 'em friends!"

It only takes a tiny twist of her wrist, and the torque from her entire arm travels up her sword and knocks the hammer up as though [i]it[/i] were the weapon made of wood. She takes a stance and waves one foxy finger at the Death God.

"Thanks but no thanks for the gifts, we don't want 'em. But you and I can dance for a bit, if you've got the moves to keep up."