Broken Antler Fen Scarlet

"I will teach you something even better," Wraen said with a mischievous smile and leaned closer to whisper conspirationally in Teya's ear, "I'll teach you, how to tell true princes apart from toads. Can't go around kissing every one that you come across." Quite handy, really. Based on the average yearly statistics of all the men that crossed witches and were turned into amphibians, only 1.3% of them were worth the kiss to turn them back in wolves. The rest did the society and the world in general a favour by living out the rest of their days near waters, basking in sunlight, eating insects and... getting a free pass to reincarnation into soil fertilizer, after being devoured and digested by birds.

"That's a trick question?" she asked. "To put it in a very complicated way - the choice for me is between staying put on the ground and being realistic - that's a rock, or... being as lightweight as a feather and have a chance to fly. Or become a nest material. So... staring at baby-bird bums or a landmark for guys to piss on... It's hard," she mused out loud. "Okay, I will risk saying a "feather" - because baby birds happen once or twice a year and it means that I would be able to breathe fresh air for the remainder of the time, whereas a good landmark can never cleanse it from the natural perfume of manhood."