When wisp sneezed, a cloud of smoke emerged, causing a hazy fog. She felt magic go through her veins as she shape shifted but instead of back into her small, normal sixe, shefound herself to be very tall and very wingless.
This Is new, she thought, fascinated.
Ignoring Thee net and the mudd, the tall and naked cloud white lady examined her hands, her smooth hair.
"Get Off me, please," the milk maid wept, shielding her eyes to protect her modesty.
Wisp, now almost six foot, struggled toget up with the net over her. She saw the monk and gave a mischevious grin.
"Guess You win," she said, cheerfuly.