"I REFUSE-" shouted Shephik, sounding a bit strained as she did so, "To be under the control of such a weak, useless person!"
Sethryan was more than a little insulted, but what was happening to his body was of more importance at the moment. He was walking, stumbling a bit as he did so- but that wasn't what was freaking him out... he wasn't the one who was making himself walk!
"S-stop!" muttered Sethryan, almost whispering. The Goddess had possessed him, she had control of his body!
"Just stop fighting it," she said, now using Sethryan's voice, vocalizing through his mouth rather than in his head. It was as if he and the goddess had switched places, the goddess now being the controller of his body while he was merely her passenger, "I mean you no harm, peasant."
Sethryan relaxed a bit. This was almost kind of relaxing, in a way. He didn't feel so attached to his body. Sure, he could feel the mud on his feet and the wind in his hair, but he somehow felt as if a very thin film now served as a barrier between his mind and his body.
"Much better," said the Goddess, now using Sethryan's voice, "Just let me get this done, will you?"
"Sure," said Sethryan, now speaking only in his head, "Just be quick about it, will you?"
"Of course!" said Shephik, seemingly somewhat appreciative of the fact that Sethryan was being compliant.
Sethryan directed her toward his village in her head, and the made for it. The Goddess seemed a bit awkward when she moved at times, clearly being unused to Sethryan's body.
"So thin," she said, running her (Well really, Sethryan's) hands down his frame, "All bones and skin."
"Hey!"
"I'm not trying to insult you, peasant," she said in a very matter-of-fact tone, "I recognize that being thin has it's upsides."
"Oh, sorry," responded Sethryan as Shephik almost tripped on a root that was sticking out of the ground, "I'm just so used to being the small, skinny guy in my tribe. Not too much fun to be had there."
"I see," said Shephik, approaching Sethryan's hut, as he had instructed, "You know... I could probably help you with that."
"Really?" asked Sethryan in disbelief.
"Yes- but it's your choice, should we go see the holy man first or try to do something about your size?"
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