..Jen felt herself spun around and pushed back a step. She stumbled in the grass and grabbed the wrist of the man facing her to keep from falling. He was maybe seven feet tall, wearing a hooded gray cloak. He had shaggy black hair and short beard and mustache. He was staring intently at Jen, and as she met his gaze she realized his eyes didn't have whites and irises, they were softly glowing sky-blue orbs.
"Wherever did you come from child?" He used his free hand to turn her face from side to side. "You're no child of men, or elf, dwarrok, ellithil, mertok, ork, nor any kind of fae-kin I've met before." He gently opened her mouth and ran a finger inside, exploring her teeth. "You've teeth like a woman at least, or one of the man-like beastkin."
Jen trembled as he withdrew his finger and slid his hand down inside her dress, fingertips brushing across her stiffening nipple as he cupped and gently squeezed her breast. "Teats more like a mertok or sowren though." He withdrew his hand and lifted her hair to examine her ear. Her view of his eyes suddenly broken Jen began trembling and crossed her arms over her chest. Why was she letting him do this to her?
"P-please, don't hurt me?" Jenn sniffed loudly, tears and snot running from her nose dripping into her cleavage. She could still feel the odd tingling as a few drops fell on his wrist and were absorbed into his body. She felt his finger tracing her ears and discovered she was wearing earrings as he gently lifted one free, its hook back catching slightly as it left the piercing.
"Now now, no need for tears. Besides, you've barely put any effort into the charm, so neither the display nor the magic is going to sway me." Jen glanced back at him and was again snared by the sight of his glowing eyes. He was holding her earring up and examining it closely, a sparkling construction of gold and deep blue stones nearly the color of her dress. I could break away, Jen thought, he's not holding me that tightly. She felt her arms slip down to hang loose at her side and realized she'd stopped crying.
"Like something from the desert wastes, but they've no stones like these there." The man held the jewelry to his face and licked one of the polished sapphires. "No memory." He frowned and looked at Jen. She felt herself freeze, her awareness getting lost in his eyes. "How can a gem, let alone any stone, hold no memory of its origin?"
"Perhaps it came from my world?" Jen felt herself answering. Her vision was narrowing, she could barely see the man's hair, just his huge glowing eyes...
"Your...world child? Whatever do you mean?" His eyes seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, Jen felt like she was hanging suspended in a glowing sky-blue haze.
"I, I was sent here by a curse. By the town curse..." Jen felt her eyes rolling back in her head, the blue glow suffusing her body. "...transform...or dare." Jen barely felt his strong arms catching her as she lost consciousness.