Malachite eyes, wide with terror, glanced up to see Tavoth's slender form stalking through the trees towards her. The stone coating was spreading under her clothing, slowly crawling up to paralyze her hips. With a desperate whimper, she tried to drag herself away, the act almost pitiful as the elf easily caught up to her. She cringed, expecting more rage, but he seemed to have cooled off, now only sounding mildly disapproving. As he leveled his wand at her, she flinched and shut her eyes, waiting for the inevitable blast. True to his word, the spell didn't hurt, if only because she wasn't conscious to feel it. As the bolt of magic struck her, the sprite jerked, then went limp as a ragdoll.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>She was aware of nothing as Tavoth picked her up and returned to the hut, although her eyelids flickered as if in a dream. She had started to stir as he disrobed her, the delicately-embroidered blue tunic and dark buckskin trousers tossed to land in a corner of the room, leaving her in naught but her underwear--a sarashi-style cloth wrap about her chest, with a similar article of clothing down south. Like many sprites, Krynn had a swimmer's figure, with smooth shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist and light but well-defined muscling on her limbs. Contrasting sharply against her pale skin were the blue-green fish scales tracing down her spine from the nape of her neck to just above her buttocks, branching just below her shoulders to follow the lines of her arms, ending at her wrists. They glimmered in the low light of the cabin like jewels as he turned her over. Disrobing her would also reveal the wings she had been trying so hard to keep hidden. Generally, sprites had long, narrow insectoid wings nearly-identical to those of a dragonfly, often with a vibrant hue to match their scales and hair. Krynn's, however, were barely a quarter of the size they should have been, and were tucked in flat against her back.<br/><br/>She murmured something as he propped her up on a chair and set about binding her, until she was properly restrained. He'd leave the comatose sprite for the moment in order to cover his tracks and let her wake up on her own.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Her return to consciousness was a slow, gradual affair. First, she was aware of the sudden presence of a chill in the air that hadn't been there before. She could feel her legs again, the limbs restored to soft flesh, but she shivered as a draft brushed across her body, making the sudden absence of any real clothing more apparent. Stirring slightly, the girl groaned, the sound muffled by the cloth strips in her mouth. Drowsiness turned to puzzlement as she worked her jaw for a moment, then alarm. As her eyes focused, she realized with dread that the world had gone dark--oh gods, had he taken her eyes somehow?! She was relieved to discover that it was only another cloth blinding her, tied securely over her eyes, but that certainly didn't improve her situation much. Now fully awake, she tried to lean forward, only for her movement to be checked by a series of ropes lashed firmly across her torso. She could feel more on her wrists, which were wrenched behind her, and around her knees and ankles.<br/><br/>Waking up tied to a chair was not a pleasant experience. Waking up tied to a chair while also gagged, blinded,<i> and</i>half-naked was even worse. On instinct, she tried to call out, only for the cloth in her mouth to reduce her shout to a desperate muffled yelp. Now beginning to panic, she thrashed in her bindings, trying to rock the chair side to side, but she could barely move an inch in any direction and only succeeded in making it tilt slightly. Pulling on the ropes had little effect aside from making it harder to breathe, but she continued to squirm, afraid to think about what Tavoth had in store for her.