points. at Her. "Fish."
Angry wouldn't begin to describe the torrent of emotion bubbling within her. Of course no one had come forth and claimed accountability yet. Whether it be a mishap of druidic magic from Jaheira, or a stray bolt of magic slung from Gale's staff, the crew had a lot of explaining to do.
And Shadowheart had no say in the matter. Literally! She couldn't speak! (and no one had volunteered to be the translator...)
The tiny, umber fish swam in frantic circles, slamming her body against the glass of her bowl; a temporary prison until matters were sorted out. Or until this curse decided to fade away on its own.
It could be promised that had she full control of her vocal mechanisms, Zandi would be treated to a vast array of very nasty words.
As it stood now, he was short one handsomely beautiful cleric ... and in her place, he now possessed one frighteningly pissed off goldfish.
