It has been done. I am a faerie. I have undergone astounding changes, physical and otherwise. I now stand less than an inch tall. I cast no shadow. My eyes glow the same colour as my wings, a dark and pearly blue, and my mind is honed to focus in ways that I did not think possible. My companions have undergone similar changes.
We have been given the specifics of our task. My companions and I, through the careful method of immersion, are to immigrate ourselves into a faerie kingdom eight miles northwest of here and study their culture, habits, and ways. This community is rumored to be one of the biggest in the known world. It is a daunting task, yes, but one that I think all of us can manage.
Still, though, I worry about working with Travis. The man is extremely antisocial, and I worry that he will be a roadblock to our success. His eyes and wings glow a moody, sour shade of green, and his surly demeanor persists. I wonder if he will open up, and more concerning still, if he will endanger the project. We will see.
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