Two days in, I'm already twitching. I'd expected...I'm not sure, recovery? It's not what I'm getting.
Last night, I was able to contact Baron Wulfenbach, and he verified that, while I seem to have a certain...radiance...it's not actively radioactive. I suppose that's a good thing.
This is the face in my mirror, now. This is the face I've seen for three days. It's not a face I know, it's not a face I understand.
But I can't change to other faces, other forms, I'm more familiar with.
Is this how everyone else feels? Day by day, the same image, the same face, the same eyes...never changing, never anything different...
My shifter soul wants the mirror shattered, wants the freedom of change again. Instead, I sigh, and go back to the tree, and spend more time resting.
Eventually, I tell myself. Eventually. I'll heal and be able. I'll heal and I'll change.
Someday.
Make it soon...
2 comments:
Fraulein Emilly,
Ja, the radiance of a lovely young woman, if I may be flowery in my speech. I was relieved to not see anything I could recognise as problematic, except for the giant spiders.
Yrs.,
Klaus Wulfenbach
Ah, well, it's Rivula. The Southern continent of the main grid is rather plagued with them.
My title there, of Rivulan Spider-Queen? Is more a gentle nudge towards spider population *control* than anything else.
But thank you for the Heraklean effort of appearing--I know it was difficult. I did worry, considering most of a certain former demon is now locked in a lead-lined box...because it's...transforming.
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