A…Miracle?

     "Well…it’s not…that noticable."

     Black Robin adjusted his black eyemask again, trying not to gawk at his best friend. His dark brown eyes slid again to Seraphie Malcom, then back away.

     "You have got to be kidding me," she snapped, turning away from the mirror. "I’m fucking lavender!!"

     "It could be worse," Robin retorted. "You could be…um…pink. Yup. Pink would be worse." He watched Seraphie collapse onto his rumpled, unmade bed and sighed. "I…look, I know you don’t want to get anyone else involved in this, but I think you really need to talk to Marius. Not to mention that eventually Jo-"

     "Don’t even say that name. If I even think about how he’s going to react to me like this, I’ll cry. I mean it." She rolled over, brushing light lavender hair from her face. "How did this happen? I’m almost twenty five!" Seraphie bolted upright, her emerald eyes huge. "Oh GOD! Am I a grump?!?" She bolted back to the mirror, inspecting her face minutely for wrinkles.

     Robin laughed. "Oh, calm down Seraphie. It’s not that bad. Hey, for a satyr, you’re really damn hot."

     And she was. Standing only 5′ 4" now, she balanced on two delicate, creamy horn-colored hooves. Her legs were those of a slender doe, covered with short, silky fur of a light lavender. Her body maintained the curves she’d always had, but now the muscle showed through much more clearly. The soft pale fur went to the top of her legs and stopped, leaving her hips hairless and smooth. Seraphie had blushed when she realized the fur didn’t cover everything, and had donned a makeshift loincloth made from Robin’s red scarf. Her upper body was unchanged, except for the more defined muscle tone. Really, the biggest changes were her legs, the lighter shade of all of her hair, the two small pearly fangs which replaced her canines, and the wee doe’s tail that curved up above the back of the scarf. When she turned around again, looking at Robin, he noticed that her face was a little more…feral. Her eyes had a slant to them, and when she smiled, the small fangs caught the light, directing his attention very well.

     "I don’t even think you’re a satyr, honey. You look more like some kind of deer pooka," he said. A motion of his hand encompassed the slender legs and lack of horns. "And that’s a hell of a lot better than being a satyr."

     "Yeah, but I don’t feel like a pooka," she snapped. "Hell…what am I going to do? I always wanted this…or at least I think I did, but I never expected it to turn out like this."

     The satyr rose to his hooves and moved swiftly to snag his best friend just as she dissolved into tears. He manuvered them to sit on the bed and held her while she cried, stroking the lavender hair and murmuring soothing words. After she’d sniffled for half an hour, Robin tilted her chin up and kissed her cheek. "Feeling better now hon?"

     Seraphie smiled, rubbing at her reddened eyes. "Yeah. I guess I just needed to get some of it out of my system. There’s probably a lot more in there, but oh well." She shifted away from him and wrapped blankets around herself. "I’m not sure what to do, still. I mean…how the hell am I going to break this to Jonas?"

     Robin frowned. "Maybe I should talk to him first. I mean…it’s not like you’re a goat exactly…you’re still really hot, sweetheart."

     "Yeah, thanks," she said with something nearly like her usual bright smile. "I guess, if nothing else, I’m the first satyr chick the world’s ever seen."

     Robin nodded, looking disconcerted. "I’ll say. Sure as hell freaked me out." He leaned over and hugged her. "Don’t worry sugar. I bet Jonas’ll like your little tail, and I won’t laugh."

     Seraphie looked morosely at him, suddenly reminded. "Fuck…I just remembered I’m purple."

     "Hey, there are worse colors, like I said." Robin thought for a moment. "You could be orange."