Tickled Pink


				*Elanthian Love Songs* *Tickled Pink*



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		Tizz wrote this when she heard that Pinktoes was in town and offering a free alter to anyone with the best "Pink" story. Tizz never did see Pinktoes, alas, but she did hear some of her friends giggle at this during a test run. This is dedicated to Pinktoes, for the inspiration; to Bobmuthol, for being such a great rollplayer; and to Naitie and Naitachal, the Dhe'nar elf wizards she adores.



		Tickled Pink I found a Pink Love Potion I bravely took a drink I never had the notion It would turn my blond hair Pink! I tried another sip Aye brave I be, not wise Can ye guess what happened next? Yer right -- I had pink eyes! Again I drank the potion I see ye start to grin P'raps ye knows what changed this time Aye, I had pink skin! Once more I drank the potion Once more another change Yet this was one I couldn't see It made me feel so strange I gasped and flailed and stumbled I couldn’t breathe or think All over me it felt like I was being tickled Pink! When I woke up in TSC I was kept but dead I find no wound on Tizz, She can be raised, an empath said A jolt streaked down and stunned me When I could move, I weakly stood Maybe it was all a dream But that potion tasted good! I checked my pockets -- empty! No silver, not a gemstone For the empath or the cleric Or whomever dragged me home! Ye'll never guess what happened Then again, p'raps ye will I glanced down at my hands and saw I held the potion still! The empath gasped at seeing it The cleric's mouth dropped wide Then the giant who had dragged me Pushed everyone aside He grabbed it from my fingers Then stupidly, he said I always wanted wun of dees! And poured it on his head! TSC grew deadly quiet Because right before our eyes The giantman was changing And it wasn't a disguise His teeth grew long and pointed He seemed to shrivel and to shrink His nose grew wide and piggish And his skin grew thick and... Pink! We were stunned but fascinated The giant was no more Right there in TSC he changed Into a stupefied pink Boar! He ran around in circles He bashed his head into the tree He scrambled to his feet Then stamped his hooves and charged At me! I screamed and grabbed my falchion But I didn't have a prayer Then suddenly he squealed and jumped Ten feet into the air! A wizard grinned and murmured words Another bolt flew by! That pink boar splattered everywhere A gruesome way to die. I looked back at the wizard He bowed at me and smiled He took my hand and kissed it Then he asked, How fare ye, child? I suddenly remembered! My hair - eyes - skin -- all pink! This handsome man who saved me Oh Lord -- what must he think? I ran to the pavilion My heart tumbled in fear I had to know if I was pink I gazed into the mirr'... I was normal! I was me again! Oh! that ghastly drink... Then I heard the wizard say, Ye looked really good in pink… From that day on we've been together Not long from now, we'll wed If ye find Pink Potion… drink it! (Just don't pour it on yer head.)



		Sara Michele O'Sullivan The Player behind the Character of Tizzrah Labandita Gypsywolf Moonmaddness and a bunch of other [folks]. Painting above, "Shaman," Copyright Stephanie Pui-Mun Law, 2002. All rights reserved. ~~ Shadowscapes.com ~~ JA: I miss you so much. Please contact me if only to tell me you're okay. g o o f b a l l _ t i z z y (y a h o o)