Imagine being an ymbryne and having your own loop
“Kids! Quit turning each other into frogs!” You shouted, exasperated that they would even try doing that. “Come inside and wash up, it’s dinner time.”
The two children you were speaking to turned themselves back and nodded politely. They were wild and hyper but still polite. Some of the others who were playing near them got up and walked inside as well. You smiled after them, feeling proud of them even though they weren’t actually your kids. They were under your care and you’d be damned if you didn’t do your job.








