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leader of the Sea Elves. But if they ever told another living soul, Feenix swore sheтАЩd have their
livers for dinner.
She had no control over the Change. Once a month, during a waning crescent moon, the
warrior woman would magically transform into the graceful shape of a dolphin. It happened
regardless of where she was at the time, and that could be dangerous. And terrifying.
Some years back, when she had first been afflicted with the godтАЩs curse, sheтАЩd been stationed
in the middle of a desert training raw recruits when the warnings of the Change made themselves
known to her. If she hadnтАЩt stolen a teleportation medallion from the barracksтАЩ priest, sheтАЩd be
bleached bones right now. No one would have been able to explain a dead dolphin in the middle
of a desert, or where the drill commander had gotten to.
тАЬBlasted god,тАЭ she swore as she continued to search the crevices and rocks for her missing
outfit. She turned and glared out to the sea and the wind whipped her long black hair around her
like a legendary medusa come to life.
тАЬYou think youтАЩre so damned smart, donтАЩt you, Mac Lir? Just because I refused to bow down
and worship you, you had to go and curse me with this Change. Well, it wonтАЩt work, you sorry
excuse for a god!тАЭ
She shook her fist at the crashing waves, and it seemed as though the gulls mocked her with
their cries.
тАЬAs soon as this blasted war with the Night Elves is over, IтАЩm going to take my share of the
bounty and find a magic user of great power to remove this curse!тАЭ
She turned her back to the sea and stepped heavily around the rocks tumbled in her path.
тАЬFeenix of Port Marcus worships who and what she wants, and nobodyтАФleast of all YOUтАФis
going to tell me differently!тАЭ
She tripped over a lose rock, but caught herself before pitching face first into the sand.
тАЬTo hell with you, Mac Lir! And to hell with your cause! If I ever get myself some clothes
again, you and your precious silvan children have seen the last of Captain Feenix.тАЭ
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the search warmed her muscles and kept the early morning chill at bay.
тАЬDamned elves were supposed to leave my clothing and weapons in the crack of the largest
boulder. They promised they would not fail me.тАЭ She shook her head in disgust. тАЬThat priest,
Rendolin is probably still abed with his new bonded mate, Kory. If she has anything to say about
the matter, IтАЩll be hiking home in nothing more than blistered skin.тАЭ
Panting a bit from her angry search, Feenix climbed up on a smooth boulder, hoping to spot
something from the higher perspective. She gathered her long hair in her hands and tried to run
her fingers through the wet tresses, but the sea water was sticky and the strands clung together in
tangled black ropes. Twisting the strands, she wrung as much salty water as she could from the
thick mass.
тАЬDonтАЩt even have a blasted pin to put up my hair. I must look like a damned Port Marcus
whore.тАЭ Lifting her head, she again yelled to the silent sea, тАЬAnd itтАЩs all your fault, you
miserable god!тАЭ
Feenix would rather face ten goblins with battle axes and pikes than admit to herself that she
was on the brink of tears. ThatтАЩs what the Change did to her. Reduced her to a blithering female