The pixie tilted her head as if listening to something Karl couldn't hear, then bowed politely.
"It's time for me to go home. Dinner is ready and mom will be mad if I come back smelling like the Mortal Realms. Have a good morning, Monster Man."
Then the pixie was gone, back in the Fae Realm and flying off at hundreds of kilometres an hour.
Karl tried not to laugh at being named the Monster Man by the Fae, who likely didn't even know what his class was. Most likely, the tiny creature was going either by smell or appearance, and Karl spent all his days looking like a Cat Demon.
He really should start spending time as himself again, instead of remaining in this form. But it was so much more comfortable this way. The fur of the transformation was temperature regulating, and he didn't sunburn. So, he was always comfortable whether it was hot or cold.
Plus, Dana liked snuggling with his fur.
