::Opens the plastic container she had Learning Elf retrieve for her.::

To think The Moonchild was the snotty daughter of man who ate my tarts. What coincidence.

::Carefully pulls out three long purple-red hairs, and ties them to the beasts, thrashing.::

There.

::Flicks the Needles to Minus.::

Now, Wodan, work your magic on these beasts, infuse them with the workings of the Fae, let the magic of man, the magic of Zeman and our magic work together for a purpose!