Wren, the little elf, seeing that no other elves seem to be coming to her aid, feels a renewed sense of urgency.
Her chicken, who was now wandering around her examining the goo, takes a little bite of the goo, and with little popping sounds, she continues changing color. Wren glances at her pet and sighs in slight amusement, "Oh Hen, you is looking like a miniature Disco Ball now... " Then looking back down at the goo, she seems to come to a decision, she puts Henrietta on top of her head for security, then she opens her arms wide, and brings her hands together and
in the resulting CRACK both she and the goo disappear.
Her chicken, who was now wandering around her examining the goo, takes a little bite of the goo, and with little popping sounds, she continues changing color. Wren glances at her pet and sighs in slight amusement, "Oh Hen, you is looking like a miniature Disco Ball now... " Then looking back down at the goo, she seems to come to a decision, she puts Henrietta on top of her head for security, then she opens her arms wide, and brings her hands together and
in the resulting CRACK both she and the goo disappear.