Yzma's rehabilitation

[a_cruel_irony]

Yzma was pissed.

Not only did that woman and the boy attack her beautiful palace, but the young man had only turned into another llama when she tried to protect herself. What was it with brats turning into llamas instead of dying properly

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[duck_lake]

Duck liked swimming. Of course, seeing as she was a duck that was rather a given, but still. Duck enjoyed floating along on top of the water. It was calming. She had hidden her pendant on the bank, so touching the water didn't automatically turn her back into the girl.

She was surprised at finding a fuming woman near the water, and admittedly did a double-take at the woman's appearance. However, Duck always attempted to be polite, and so asked, "Quack?"

((There will be a Tutu dance! Duck just needs to realise Yzma needs Tutu first. It shouldn't take long, I promise.))

[a_cruel_irony]

"Quack yourself," snarled Yzma. Then she appeared to get an idea. "A duck. I could turn him into a harmless little duck. Then I'll find a hunter to track and shoot that duck and then find a chef with some orange sauce... It's brilliant, brilliant, brilliant!" she cackled.

((No worries. :D))

[duck_lake]

Duck looked understandably panicky at the mention of duck-hunting and orange sauce.

But... there was so much anger in this woman. She was, if Duck was any job, in need of a good sorting-out of emotions. And Duck was helpful if Duck was anything.

So the little duck swam industriously away to a spot on the bank, where she rooted around in the grass for a pendant as red as blood. Once she'd gotten the chain around her little feathered neck, there was a transformation sequence flash of red, and where the little duck had been was now a ballerina in a white tutu.

Her hands circled elegantly above her head, before her left fell to her side and her right hand pointed, palm open, at Yzma. "Will you please dance with me, madam?" asked Princess Tutu sweetly.

[a_cruel_irony]

"What?!"

It wasn't every day that some girl appeared out of nowhere in a tutu and wanted to dance with you. Yzma was understandably surprised.

"No, go away, child, I'm busy. And I don't dance."

Well, that wasn't entirely true. She didn't dance ballet; the empress tended more towards big, attention-getting, Broadway-style, show-stopping dance numbers with a full chorus...