It had been only a single day since Areyal had received her gift from the Holiday Moblin. A bag of Ember Seeds... And while they were good for that moment when she was freezing, she really didn't like them. Fire wasn't her thing! It really wasn't. Burning things was for wizards with no self-control, or for those purely interesting in destruction. Ice was, and always will be more her style... She felt lucky that last time, some entity was able to give her something much better in exchange for Fire. It felt like forever ago since she traded Fire for the abilities she had now. It was insanely cool, yeah! But she didn't quite know how it worked... But it was definitely cool! And that was what mattered! Grinning with glee at the memory, she pointed her hand down at the frozen ground and cast her Blue Fire spell. A blueish-green tendril suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, breaking open the skin. It's pincer opened up wide and spat out the blue fireball. And just like that, the vine vanished back into her hand, as if it never existed. She giggled loudly to herself, turning around. Oh, the pain from all of that transformation so long ago was definitely worth it to know such a cool spell. That was when she suddenly did a double take. Right where she had experimentally cast her spell, it appeared. The Twister. As if it knew it was being thought of. As if it somehow knew, that Areyal wanted to test her luck and fate once again to play its game. A chill suddenly shot down her spine, that was more than a bit unsettling. But being the childish wizard she was, she was never going to turn down the deal. They showed up for a reason, right? Was it fate? Or had Areyals luck just ran out? "U-uh... Hi!" Areyal said, trying to keep her mood upbeat in the face of her nerves. The first time, she had no idea what she was getting into... Was it going to hurt even worse this time? She was clearly scared this time. It almost felt like the blank face was grinning at her as she picked up the dice and sat down her bag... What if she lost her eyes forever this time? "I... I want to um, twist my Ember Seeds and all of my cash." Laying down the entirety of her purse, all 8 rupees, she looked away as she rolled the dice. She had a sneaking suspicion this wasn't a good idea... Areyal twists Ember Seed Supply and 8 Rupees.
The faceless grew a grin most mischievous. "Very well then. But be wary... those that give oftentimes do not get well-rewarded." He chuckled, and in an instant, she was being tormented by a group of mysterious figures. Vague, black-- these figures looked most like ghosts, but you knew that they weren't. Try as you might to move either of your arms, they were both shackled to the wall, pointing upwards. "No! Why are you doing this?!" You yell out, half in fear, half in anger. ...Mostly fear, you realize, as the torment continues. The torment goes on for weeks, months. How long has it been? You don't know any more. As another figure enters the cell, you meekly turn your head... wishing for it all to just... stop. To end, here and now. With a gust of wind, and a rush of water, you... take control. Maybe from the water he swallowed, you think. But that just seems quite... untrue. Have you always had this power? The power to assert dominance over an individual, and completely control every single one of their whims? No... but now you do. Of course, this has two very obvious limitations: one, you could not directly control them. Just their urges. And two... you had to get them to ingest a seed. A seed similar to a Deku Nut, but not quite-- these were those unformed Deku Nuts, called Deku Seeds. "Are you... satisfied? Beware, however... The mask wants what it needs, but the face is the true expression of happiness." With a laugh sounding from all around her, the surroundings slowly disappeared, leaving her in the frozen tundra that she had been in once again. "Farewell..." the voice called. A chill ran down your back. Was it really such a good idea to continue trading with this trickster?
