Northstar Vale You've got the music in you.

She tried thrusting her hips one way and hoping the momentum would carry her over, and then tried the other way, but there was no shift. Her belly slumped. Every little movement was irritating or painful to different extremes. Eventually she just had to give up, try to catch her breath, and keep calm.

The sound of steps in the grass alerted Ibis, and she tried to lift her head, but that was also nearly impossible because of the growth of her double-chin. She tilted her head so that her nose was almost aligned with the ground, her throat exposed, and wriggled to try and look around; beyond the green fringe of the grass she could see the tapering of blurry limbs, and that was all.

Are you okay? Do you need any help? Spoke a voice Ibis did not recognize. She hastily compared it to what she remembered of Hime's voice in case it was the imposter woman, and then Awenfen—but there wasn't any hint of darkness to the tone, nor was it so light and breathy to be delicate. Someone new, then.

Please. I'm stuck! Ibis pleaded, her little forearms raising and paws flipping about like little fins in distress.