Stahma Tarr is no one's fool (noonesfool) wrote in valarcomm, @ 2015-11-28 03:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | nikolai luzhin, stahma tarr |
[OOC: Pretend this phone call is coming at around 8 am!]
Stahma had woken for another dream about Defiance, one that left a heavy sense of anxiety and foreboding within her. Things had been going wrong in her dreams of late. Rahm Tak having been the most prominent issue. And it was perhaps the anxiety and foreboding that made her not notice her skin had changed color as she got out of bed. Nor did she really note that it seemed her hair had changed texture a little. If that had registered in her mind, she just brushed it off as bedhead and her hair would be fine once she washed it.
She moved into her bathroom, flipping the light on. She moved past the mirror to run some water for a bath, mostly a habit that had come from her dreams, but she stopped as something caught her eye. Turning, she saw her reflection and she let out a surprised and shocked gasp as she jumped backwards, her back meeting the wall as a hand covered her mouth. She stared wide eyed at herself and she moved towards the mirror, eyes running over her reflection, then she looked over her bare arms. Her skin was pure white, the color of pure snow. Her hair was no longer jet black, it was instead greyish-white. And her eyes were no longer dark brown, but they were now lilac.
After the initial moments of shock passed, she had a single thought run through her mind. She rushed into her room, found her cell phone and called Nikolai. There was no way she could out in public looking like this, and she trusted Nikolai would help her. Eventually, she would call Alak and Kenya, but first she needed to calm down, and she needed Nikolai's help.