Bluebell takes the stack of carrots from Gwennie, her eyes gleaming with delight. “Oh, you shouldn't have!” she says, nibbling at the snack with delicate little bites, her nose twitching. "These are terrible for my diet."
For a moment, Bluebell pauses, as if a strange sensation drifts through her. The magic takes hold, her body stiffening as her graceful, rabbit-like form begins to shift. Her fur ripples and shrinks away as do her long ears. Her once delicate nose twists into a blunt knob and her eyes—bright with mischief—now gleam with a darker hunger - the mischievous sweetness hardening into something more menacing.
The woman blinks, confused at first, as the playful, innocent charm of the pooka fades entirely, replaced with the cold, predatory presence of a redcap.
“Well... this is an unexpected turn of events,” Blightbell mutters, gritting a mouthful of large, blunt and menacing teeth.