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Description
Abigale: Left
Levana: Middle
Evelyn: Right

Competitively Captivating
Abigale backed her would-be attackers, a group of ten or so human knights, into a corner. While that sounds impressive, it would be more accurate to say that her sister shrunk them down, her friend carried them to a spot in the woods, set them down on the ground, and then Abigale backed them into a corner.

“Amazing how quickly their tone can change with just one spell,” said Abigale out loud as she advanced on the knights. “Just moments ago you lot were ready to cave our skulls in.”

“See girls?...” asked Levana rhetorically in a very regal tone.

In fact, one might describe it as a little too regal. She summoned her magical plane to sit on, crossed her legs very deliberately, and proceeded to hover in a, well, I suppose one could call it menacingly manner. A bit on the over acting side to tell the truth, but when you have such a size advantage, I guess one can’t really argue.

“...When a group of rowdy boys forget their place in the world, sometimes it is necessary to give them a proper reminder of where they belong.”

“I just like how cute they look when you shrink them down,” giggled Evelyn. “You really have to teach me how to do that one of these days.”

Evelyn took a seat on the floor, leaning her head in at the humans with curious delight. Abigale was about to follow suit. Looming over these tiny figures was empowering at first, but admittedly, started to feel silly after the fourth minute or so. However, Abigale noticed the look of disdain on Levana’s face directed very squarely at the peasant elf on the floor. Evelyn had been hanging around the two princesses for a while now, but clearly their noble ways had not transferred to her yet.

Or at all for that matter.

Not wanting to vex her sister further, she opted to sit on a nearby boulder instead.

“And to demonstrate that you have learned your lesson, we command you to…”

Her face put on a dangerously smug smirk.

“...to kiss our feet!” She punctuated that with a haughty laugh as well. Never let it be said that she did not enjoy what she did.

“Kiss our feet?” asked Abigale. “Umm, are you sure that is necess…”

“Yes!” interjected Levana abruptly.

“But why though?... It just… are you sure…” Abigale let out, as she struggled to keep up with her sister’s (supposedly) superior intellect.

“Because it is symbolic dear sister. Have you not learned anything from our teacher of court customs?”

“Nothing about kissing feet...oh, ummm, hello there…”

A very brave knight has just walked up to her and planted a big kiss on her foot.

Well, as big as someone his size could manage.

Abigale was not expecting that, and she definitely was not expecting to, well, enjoy it.

“No no, don’t stop, keep going…”

“Ha ha, yes, accept your place as being nothing more than a bug beneath our feet you wretched human,” boomed Levana. “The rest of you would be wise to follow suit.”

And on her command, a few more joined the brave/stupid knight.

“Oh my, that tickles, hahahah, oh!...”

“Awww, that looks so sweet. You know what boys? If you kiss my feet, I’ll forgive you all as well, but, I’ll also let you have some of the cake I just baked,” she beamed sweetly at them.

And it was not long before Evelyn had her own small group of, well, fans. I suppose. The two of them were getting no shortage of attention. It would all be positive attention, if it were not for Levana looking on with clear displeasure.

“I’m right here you know?... You!” she snapped at one of the knights, “get over here and do your duty now. I command it! I’m the princess here! It’s my feet you should be kissing!

“Well you did say “we” and “our,” said Evelyn with childlike innocence.

“I meant it in the royal sense!”

“I’m a princess too you kn…”

“THIS WAS MY IDEA!”

Story by: C'lest

Individual Renders on Twitter and Gallery.

Twitter: twitter.com/Polyphiuss

Software Used: Blender 2.82 // Photoshop CC 2020

Description
Abigale: Left
Levana: Middle
Evelyn: Right

Competitively Captivating
Abigale backed her would-be attackers, a group of ten or so human knights, into a corner. While that sounds impressive, it would be more accurate to say that her sister shrunk them down, her friend carried them to a spot in the woods, set them down on the ground, and then Abigale backed them into a corner.

“Amazing how quickly their tone can change with just one spell,” said Abigale out loud as she advanced on the knights. “Just moments ago you lot were ready to cave our skulls in.”

“See girls?...” asked Levana rhetorically in a very regal tone.

In fact, one might describe it as a little too regal. She summoned her magical plane to sit on, crossed her legs very deliberately, and proceeded to hover in a, well, I suppose one could call it menacingly manner. A bit on the over acting side to tell the truth, but when you have such a size advantage, I guess one can’t really argue.

“...When a group of rowdy boys forget their place in the world, sometimes it is necessary to give them a proper reminder of where they belong.”

“I just like how cute they look when you shrink them down,” giggled Evelyn. “You really have to teach me how to do that one of these days.”

Evelyn took a seat on the floor, leaning her head in at the humans with curious delight. Abigale was about to follow suit. Looming over these tiny figures was empowering at first, but admittedly, started to feel silly after the fourth minute or so. However, Abigale noticed the look of disdain on Levana’s face directed very squarely at the peasant elf on the floor. Evelyn had been hanging around the two princesses for a while now, but clearly their noble ways had not transferred to her yet.

Or at all for that matter.

Not wanting to vex her sister further, she opted to sit on a nearby boulder instead.

“And to demonstrate that you have learned your lesson, we command you to…”

Her face put on a dangerously smug smirk.

“...to kiss our feet!” She punctuated that with a haughty laugh as well. Never let it be said that she did not enjoy what she did.

“Kiss our feet?” asked Abigale. “Umm, are you sure that is necess…”

“Yes!” interjected Levana abruptly.

“But why though?... It just… are you sure…” Abigale let out, as she struggled to keep up with her sister’s (supposedly) superior intellect.

“Because it is symbolic dear sister. Have you not learned anything from our teacher of court customs?”

“Nothing about kissing feet...oh, ummm, hello there…”

A very brave knight has just walked up to her and planted a big kiss on her foot.

Well, as big as someone his size could manage.

Abigale was not expecting that, and she definitely was not expecting to, well, enjoy it.

“No no, don’t stop, keep going…”

“Ha ha, yes, accept your place as being nothing more than a bug beneath our feet you wretched human,” boomed Levana. “The rest of you would be wise to follow suit.”

And on her command, a few more joined the brave/stupid knight.

“Oh my, that tickles, hahahah, oh!...”

“Awww, that looks so sweet. You know what boys? If you kiss my feet, I’ll forgive you all as well, but, I’ll also let you have some of the cake I just baked,” she beamed sweetly at them.

And it was not long before Evelyn had her own small group of, well, fans. I suppose. The two of them were getting no shortage of attention. It would all be positive attention, if it were not for Levana looking on with clear displeasure.

“I’m right here you know?... You!” she snapped at one of the knights, “get over here and do your duty now. I command it! I’m the princess here! It’s my feet you should be kissing!

“Well you did say “we” and “our,” said Evelyn with childlike innocence.

“I meant it in the royal sense!”

“I’m a princess too you kn…”

“THIS WAS MY IDEA!”

Story by: C'lest

Individual Renders on Twitter and Gallery.

Twitter: twitter.com/Polyphiuss

Software Used: Blender 2.82 // Photoshop CC 2020