Now whilst Mary and Issac were more or less discussing what it was like to have the thoughts of a cloud human woman
Slar had unintentionally put on a necklace catalytic thought converter with a jar
attached that contained a
Ice Air Dragoness thought gem.
Just like some unlucky earlier explorer to the Mansion
had involuntarily transformed into a motorcycle
Slar had dangling from his neck a gem capable of changing his body and mind completely
if it were activated.
Way back when the Dragon Assasination Society had first come to the Cloud Plane
they'd mistakenly assumed Cloud Plane Humans are made of
cloud plane dna
Air Dragons contained air dragon dna
and cloud plane pegasi contained cloud plane pegasi dna.
So after the usual torture and experimentation they'd discovered there
was no such thing as cloud plane dna.
You were shaped like a Air Dragon because you thought like a Air Dragon
you were shaped like a lusty cloud plane human woman because
you'd spent one to many hours watching
images of nude busty women
in Cloud Plane Playboy magazines
and you were a wispy winged horse because that's what you thought you were.
You were what you thought you were
those Dragon Assassins realized.
Back in those days the Dragon Assassins hadn't revealed their true nasty cunning natures
to the Cloud Planers.
Hence when the outsiders were invited to learn the secrets of Thought Transformation
by a wise and peaceful monk up at the top of some misty mountain monastery
the Dragon Assassins came in and observed as the wise monk explained how he could use
what he called a Healing Gemstone to heal a self inflicted cut on his arm.
As the Dragon Assassins watched,the wise monk sat cross legged in a room surrounded by
humming small tuning forks
slashed his arm then draped the necklace containing the Healing Gemstone
around his neck.
Basically between the humming tuning forks and what turned out to be a unrefined Thought Transforming Gem
the wise mans thoughts were altered so that all thoughts of his slashed arm and the pain from it
went away and as the outsiders watched in awe
the wise monks arm seemed to heal itself.
It was a transformation of a sort.