You handed the Rare Cookie to your sheepgirl. Relucantly, Belle took a bite. Chewed cautiously. And then, her eyes lit up. The change came instantly.
First and foremost, she aged up. She grew from maybe seven or eight to double that age, shooting straight through puberty. That, of course, came to be expected. More interesting was her change in clothing: Belle changed her outfit from a pretty normal, modern attire – blue dungarees and a sweater out of snow white wool – to a much more … medieval type of clothing.
Still the Rare Cookie with a fresh bite mark in hand, Belle stood there, as quite the imagery of a female cartoon viking. She wore now sturdy leather, was adorned with a white cloak out of fleece and showed almost no naked skin from neck downward. Now THAT was unusual. Up top, she wore the classical viking helmet with horns at the sides, her blond hair styled into a thick braid. She even carried weapons: A round shield hang on her back, seemingly out of an unnatural big, twisted rams horn. Instead of a sword she held a sheperd´s staff in her right hand.
Frowning, she looked at herself, then to you. „There. Happy now?“
Annie was, indeed, happy.
„Wow“, she said, walking over to the freshly evolved BeastGirl, who was now a head taller than her. „You have an interesting theme going there. Nordic. I like it!“
You pulled out the BeastDex and scanned Belle. „Let´s see … Woolkyrie“, you read. „As envoys of gods, these Beastmon use lightning and thunder to communicate the divine will of their masters! - Huh, so there are really gods in this world?“
„How should I know?“ Belle frowned even deeper.
„Well, the BeastDex -... never mind.“
„There is a god, yes“, Annie said nonchalantly. She grinned at you. „There is even a devil! Not in this Gen, though. - Anyway! I like the new You, Belle. But this helmet, my. Horns are, like, sooo historically inaccurate.“ And with this, she reached out at one of the horns. And pulled!
The former sheepgirl, now medieval shieldmaid jerked around, crying out. „Hey! Don´t pull my head! These horns are mine! Look.“ She took off the helmet, the horns staying at place. „No touching.“
Annie stepped back. „Sorry, so sorry! I take it back, you are as authentic as you can be.“
„Thank you … I guess.“
Your Heatdraka inspected the weaponry of the new Woolkyrie. „This staff … Hey, Lucas?“ She looked at you. „Would be cool if this thing would become a hammer, right? For the next evolution?“
You understood immediately. „Oooh, like the – the – Thunder Guy from the comics!“
„That would be so wild!“
„Absolutely!“
Belle meanwhile was at a loss here, her face reddening by all this excitement.
Josh, your Beeborer and temporary babysitter, watched the scene with a little distance. He hold Baby-Racer in his arms, your babyfied Birdgirl. „The bond between Trainer and Starter. Marvelous.“
Racer gave a little burp in response.
„Now!“ Annie clapped her hands. „This is more to my liking! I expected more like a little Dirndl and Oktoberfest Look, but okay. Let´s merge!“