She reached her house in the literal last three seconds of the spell. As she knocked, she felt her strength leave her. She again was her Glitchling self, no longer the debuff-powered super-Glitchling that she was before. She was also out of breath and her legs almost collapsed under her. After no one responded, she shouted for anyone around. Now, she heard footsteps.

“Who’s there?” asked Makit’s voice from the other side of the door.

“Hey Makit, it’s Kiresula… I… I… got glitched.” I explained sheepishly.

“Nice try, Glitchling!” he said, “I don’t believe you! You don’t sound like her at all.”

“Makit Taramasejit, child of Kanvin and Haditera, brother of Kalsimisa, Aksasasi, Janjan-ki-Hitji, Kiresula and Vitinetu, husband of Riajenja, father of Irijik as well as Asanda, affair partner of Tamijet.” I intoned. “I know you. I know your family, it is me.”

Makit opened the door: “Did you really had to go that route, Kiresula? Now the entire town knows this!”

The glitchling tilted her head: “I had to do something, didn’t I?”

Makit led her in: “I know few Glitchlings, but you look like death warmed over.”

“You know how weak anyone under the influence of the Glitch is?” she explained, “Well, I probably wouldn’t’ve even made it home yet unless some fuckers from the poor areas decided to rob me and fucked up an [Enfeeblement] spell. Like, almost no duration and I actually felt stronger. So I rushed home with what little strength I suddenly had.”

“Really?! I never heard that anyone fucked up an [Enfeeblement] spell to the point of it becoming a buff.” Makit looked shocked.

Kiresula grunted in agreement: “I have seen it once before and I have been teaching for 3 decades. Remember Hakati the Foolish?” she felt like making a reference to one of her most infamous students

Makit chuckled: “Him? Tell me about that! When did he do that?”

Kiresula bit her lip: “When he was a teenager, like, before he set his pants on fire but he had already turned his pants invisible in class a while earlier.”

Makit giggled: “Great comedy! Unless it was you who failed that spell that badly! Do you remember what happened to him?”

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Kiresula felt that this was a test: “Yeah. He slept and never woke up… it was tragic. I mean, he slept with the wife of the blacksmith and didn’t wake up because said blacksmith turned his body into paste, but yeah… terrible story!”

Makit gave a thumbs up. “You have not lost your sense of humour.”

Kiresula suddenly turned more serious: “I guess that’s a good thing. I lost my looks, my attributes, my skills, my class, even my name according to the [System], but I have something.”

Makit also looked serious all of a sudden: “You also have your family. Your wife. And your friends. I will see to that!”

Kiresula smiled slightly: “Hopefully, they are as open-minded as you...”

Makit put his hand on her shoulder: “Sister, don’t worry about that! You helped us so often, I cannot imagine them dropping you as soon as things change. It would be… crass! But if you are scared about telling them, just sleep some exhaustion out of your system and I will tell them.”

Kiresula nodded: “That would be great, yeah.”

“Can you get up to the second story, or do I need to botch an [enfeeblement] onto you - or carry you?” Makit asked.

She nodded: “I will manage. I have to.”

She was again completely out of breath as she got into the bedroom that she shared with her wife. When she looked into the mirror, she was shocked: Glitchlings always looked a bit strange, but now with her perception as a glitchling, it was insane, just how colourful the constantly changing patterns on her skin were. It seemed that the colours were from a completely different world, that her colours desaturated the world around her. ‘Curious!’ she thought. Then she went to bed.

As she woke up, she felt her wife looking at her. “Kirey? Is that really you?”

Kiresula realised what the sunlight and Mayana’s position meant: “You spent the entire night sleeping on the ground? You must feel bad!” then she remembered the original question, “Yeah, just now in all colours of the rainbow.”

“Was it Stanma and Tsat that set you up? Let you run into the broken magic?” Mayana asked.

“Yeah. I should have known better, but, you know,... I thought they just didn’t like me at work, I never imagined that they actually wanted to end me. I thought going questing together was an offer of reconciliation.” Kiresula admitted sheepishly.

“Someone is being too pure for the world again.” Mayana said with a combination of sadness and chiding. She had often said that Kiresula was too trusting.

“I guess.” she said, then changed the topic: “Did you sleep sitting up?”

Mayana looked a bit embarrassed: “I did. I felt a bit weird getting into bed with…” she paused.

Kiresula suggested: “A Glitchling?”

Mayana nodded: “Yeah… I heard that they felt like snails and I didn’t want to touch you while sleeping to figure out if that is true.”

Kiresula nodded: “I don’t think that this is how my skin feels, but I don’t know.” She holds out her hand.

Mayana reached for it and immediately was relieved: “Not slimy at all! Can I get into bed with you? I barely slept a wink sitting up!”

Kiresula nodded. “Of course!”