Last spark from the ashes

Blaze's intuition is spot-on. Loki's gender and form are fluid and comfortably changeable. She's been using this shape as a disguise here and there, but ultimately it's too much Loki to be a secret identity. A few people have even recognized her without being told who wears this shape.

"It can be handy," she says. "It can also be awkward at times. Wanting to be one shape when it's more prudent to wear the other." She shrugs. "Such is life."

"There will be ramifications for a while to come, I'm sure," Loki says. "And not just in the presence of the Fallen here. For the record, I do intend to keep up with the role I seem to have stumbled into. I will serve as messenger when needed, and escort strangers out of their territory if called to do so. I hope conflict will remain unnecessary."

She frowns a little at the talk of the fungus creature. "I'm glad you had a look," she says slowly. "I wonder if there should be some sort of general warning amongst the pamphlets in the Plaza. Where there is one such creature, there may be more."

"It wasn't familiar to me. Did the corruption seem to be spreading?" That's the real concern. An isolated monster is no big deal. Creeping rot killing the trees might be.