Tonight Kayva felt like having some fun, and to her nothing was more fun than crushing the life out of a tiny person. She had always been teased by the other elves as a little girl, in more ways than one now, for learning magic from the reclusive Jassami rather than one of the village elders; and the humans had teased her because of her ears, at least when they didn’t know she was an elf. But now she was the one in power, and she loved the feel of it. And she felt that feeling the most when she felt a tiny person’s blood oozing from beneath her foot, beneath her butt, between her breasts, basically from almost anywhere.
Tonight Kayva was easily able to locate a victim. A young human man had been entangled in a patch of snare-vines, and was unable to flee when Kayva approached. She smiled as terrorized recognition filled the tiny man’s face, and she pondered how she should crush him.
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