Re: Haven / Friday: After the Train
It was easy to make the change, to let the demand of battle and war fade in her veins until she was nothing but bright. Derek had watched it once in the mirror, the way her hair darkened, how it pulled free of her braids, how her skin and eyes followed suit, even how her clothing changed -- now she was in a button down, the front tucked in, the back loose from her jeans. She gave the hand in hers a little squeeze, meaning to reassure.
"Open your eyes, Marta." Such an easy answer, and she flexed hr fingers against her hand. They felt like hers again, and all her parts where were they should be. With her free hand, she let a little spark of light run up her finger and lift into the air like a waft of smoke, easily summoned and easily controlled. All was as it should be in her world, but she glanced at Marta's pale, worrying face, the blood drained from her already pale skin. "What do you worry about? Was it so very awful being them?" The change that she had been -- but they had been in many bodies before, not only this one. Change was a given, a necessity at times, but she suspected for Marta it was rather different.