The transformation sequence was, well, trippy. Pierrette determined that it didn't matter what hairstyle her hair was in, it always bounced into her ringlet of choice. Believe me, she tried (just for kicks, of course). She tried it with her hair down, with it in a bun, pigtails, low ponytail, high ponytail, loose ringlets, sausage-curls... all changed.

Once that experiment was completed, Pie-- no, Pisces decided to get a good look-over at her change. She wasn't in her room, of course. Believe it or not, she had some sense in that head of hers. She was at the park, looking down at her reflection in the pond. The outfit was gorgeous, the fabric was soft and even the corset didn't feel constricting as described by Elizabeth Swann. She lifted her arms up and did a twirl, watching her skirt. The bows were plush and fun, and swayed when she twirled.

She looked ahead at the lake. The water looked more like crystal; nothing breaking the stillness.

Neptune.

Memories filtered through, and something flickered. Pisces' eyes widened when something entered her mind.

"Flight of Fancy," she said, very quietly. She focused down on the water, and soon enough, underneath its surface, an orange little seahorse started to flit to and fro through the rocks. Pierrette shivered, and tried to move closer to it, but the seahorse only disappeared.

"What... did I do that?"