The stag sighed, peering in to the water. The forest's magic had changed him a lot. His face was not even a human face anymore, like it had been when he first arrived. His colors, they were odd and unnatural. Even his antlers had been a little changed, blackened.

Iphea wondered what it would be like to change back. He wondered what Roe would think if one day he came up to her and just sneezed a giant sneeze that made everything come loose. All the magic that had settled on him would just disappear in that characteristic puff of blue smoke. He had doubts she would like a deer that was the species found here over the species found outside. But maybe it was just him being... well... paranoid? Could you call it that?

Iphea sneezed. He lay on the ground by the pond for awhile, peering over the edge and in to the water at his human face. It peered back with a forlorn expression, but it was back to the way it had been before the magic, all excepting the color, of course. "I don't know how many times I have changed. Maybe this won't be the last time, but maybe it will." The stag sneezed again, his pelt becoming a suede-inspired brown with white flecks.

Thank the gods he did not shrink.

The beast rose to his hooves and peered around.

"If she finds me, I wonder what she would say."

Iphea traipsed off, peering at the forest, his eyes now in a position akin to predators, though he had always been prey. The stag pressed a hoof to a nearby tree, scraping free some mushrooms and coughing away the mask-spell after he ate them to satisfy the morning hunger in his stomach.

His head slowly raised, nostrils flaring to catch scent, before he moved off to a flower bed to rest among the blooms. Iphea smiled as he rubbed his cheeks in to the flowers, happy to be inconspicuous and naturally-coated among them.