“Alright!” This was Wyn, beaming as brightly as his sister as he moved around the backside of Aela and sliding up next to Sira for a better look at Aela’s face. It was true, her features had completely changed, the old Aela completely and utterly indistinguishable beneath this new face. But, there was more to it than just her physical features.
“Hey,” lowering his voice to a conspiratorial level as Kel drew Aela’s attention away from Sira by taking the mirror and spinning the newly reformed woman around, Wyn bent to whisper close to Sira’s ear. “We didn’t bring you in on this so you could spill the beans. In fact, you weren’t supposed to be here at all. I hope you realize how important it is that you keep your mouth shut, because I don’t think my sister and I are going to come and bail you out from whatever flies your way should you blab.”
The threat was left hanging for a few short ticks before Wyn spoke again, this time in a more normal tone; his quick shift in emotion was almost more unsettling than if he had left the silence to smother them for a bell or more. “Take a closer look at her though. Great work, right? Take a deep whiff.” Should Sira look at him quizzically or hesitate at all, the god would give her shoulder a small, insistant shove. “Go on. Smell her. Use your special nose.”
Meanwhile, Kel was standing in front of Aela with her hip cocked, a finger tapping at her lips while she tilted her head this way and that, admiring the young woman from every angle possible before she even said a word. By this time, Sira and Wyn’s conversation was over and the pair joined the two women once more. “I don’t think this looks right.” Kel’s voice was nearly a whine when she spoke, her eyes turning up to her brother as a small pout puckered her bottom lip. “I hate not getting it right the first time.”
A shrug and a roll of his eyes was the only response Wyn was inclined to give, his arms crossing over his chest and his shoulder tilting to lean against the cave wall; the picture of nonchalance and a rather lack of interest once he started examining his nails. Unperturbed by her brothers unwillingness to help, Kel turned back to Aela and beckoned her forward. “Come here. Lets make a few changes.”
Taking the girl by both of her shoulders, again, but instead of leading her anywhere Kel pressed firmly down. Aela would feel no pain or discomfort, but rather the strange sensation that she was melting as the cave walls rose higher above her, the goddess having to bend slightly to keep her palms firmly on Aela’s shoulders after a few ticks. “Ahh, perfect.”
Straightening, Kel let go of the girl and nodded in satisfaction. “The perfect height, now. Barely over 4’11”. You’ll fit right in with the rest of those tiny humans.” As she spoke, the goddess took to running her fingers through Aela’s hair, over her cheeks and nose and lips for a few ticks before stepping back with a sly little smile as she held up the mirror again. “Now take a look.”
And once more, Aela had changed. But this time it was to the Goddesses liking. Her hair was pin straight and short, not going past her ears in length, and a light blonde color with natural streaks of red throughout; the extreme end of strawberry blonde. Her fellow inarta would think nothing of the lightened hair, for she looked enough like one of them that it wouldn’t matter. Her facial features were delicate, and took on a younger appearance than previously, while the curves on the rest of her body suggested someone well on their way through puberty. Aela’s age hadn’t actually changed, but she now looked like someone trapped in her late teens.
Giving the girl only a moment or two with the mirror, Kel snatched it away and handed it off to Wyn, who replaced it back into his pack. The god looked to be getting impatient, and spoke up as soon as his sister stopped talking. “Yeah, yeah, gorgeous. Well, you’re welcome. You can go back home now, but you need to change your name and pretend that you don’t even know who Aela Calder is. Don’t do anything stupid again.” The pack was barely shouldered before Wyn was turning to leave. It was only his sisters sigh that gave him pause. “….What?”
“We haven’t shown her the best part!” Turning to Aela, she grasped the wrist that she held before, indicating that her brother should do the same. When both gods once again held her wrists in their hand, there was a sharp stinging sensation paired with a shock that ran down her arms. Loosening their grasp, Kel and Wyn stepped away and smiled. Where her skin was bare there was now two tattooed bracelets encircling her delicate wrist. Swirling, intricate lines wove between three, evenly spaced gem toned ovals on each arm, the shape reminiscent of the egg that Sira still clutched to her chest. “You may call on us six times. Each time a charge is used, you will know.”
Wyn re-shouldered his pack and Kel stooped to grasp her own before they both turned and left without another word, leaving Sira and Aela to examine the Gnosis left on both her wrists by themselves.
OOCThat’s all you need me for. I’ll recap and tally everything that changed about Aela and everything both of you received in the grading post. Feel free to post as much to this thread as you feel necessary ☺
“Hey,” lowering his voice to a conspiratorial level as Kel drew Aela’s attention away from Sira by taking the mirror and spinning the newly reformed woman around, Wyn bent to whisper close to Sira’s ear. “We didn’t bring you in on this so you could spill the beans. In fact, you weren’t supposed to be here at all. I hope you realize how important it is that you keep your mouth shut, because I don’t think my sister and I are going to come and bail you out from whatever flies your way should you blab.”
The threat was left hanging for a few short ticks before Wyn spoke again, this time in a more normal tone; his quick shift in emotion was almost more unsettling than if he had left the silence to smother them for a bell or more. “Take a closer look at her though. Great work, right? Take a deep whiff.” Should Sira look at him quizzically or hesitate at all, the god would give her shoulder a small, insistant shove. “Go on. Smell her. Use your special nose.”
Meanwhile, Kel was standing in front of Aela with her hip cocked, a finger tapping at her lips while she tilted her head this way and that, admiring the young woman from every angle possible before she even said a word. By this time, Sira and Wyn’s conversation was over and the pair joined the two women once more. “I don’t think this looks right.” Kel’s voice was nearly a whine when she spoke, her eyes turning up to her brother as a small pout puckered her bottom lip. “I hate not getting it right the first time.”
A shrug and a roll of his eyes was the only response Wyn was inclined to give, his arms crossing over his chest and his shoulder tilting to lean against the cave wall; the picture of nonchalance and a rather lack of interest once he started examining his nails. Unperturbed by her brothers unwillingness to help, Kel turned back to Aela and beckoned her forward. “Come here. Lets make a few changes.”
Taking the girl by both of her shoulders, again, but instead of leading her anywhere Kel pressed firmly down. Aela would feel no pain or discomfort, but rather the strange sensation that she was melting as the cave walls rose higher above her, the goddess having to bend slightly to keep her palms firmly on Aela’s shoulders after a few ticks. “Ahh, perfect.”
Straightening, Kel let go of the girl and nodded in satisfaction. “The perfect height, now. Barely over 4’11”. You’ll fit right in with the rest of those tiny humans.” As she spoke, the goddess took to running her fingers through Aela’s hair, over her cheeks and nose and lips for a few ticks before stepping back with a sly little smile as she held up the mirror again. “Now take a look.”
And once more, Aela had changed. But this time it was to the Goddesses liking. Her hair was pin straight and short, not going past her ears in length, and a light blonde color with natural streaks of red throughout; the extreme end of strawberry blonde. Her fellow inarta would think nothing of the lightened hair, for she looked enough like one of them that it wouldn’t matter. Her facial features were delicate, and took on a younger appearance than previously, while the curves on the rest of her body suggested someone well on their way through puberty. Aela’s age hadn’t actually changed, but she now looked like someone trapped in her late teens.
Giving the girl only a moment or two with the mirror, Kel snatched it away and handed it off to Wyn, who replaced it back into his pack. The god looked to be getting impatient, and spoke up as soon as his sister stopped talking. “Yeah, yeah, gorgeous. Well, you’re welcome. You can go back home now, but you need to change your name and pretend that you don’t even know who Aela Calder is. Don’t do anything stupid again.” The pack was barely shouldered before Wyn was turning to leave. It was only his sisters sigh that gave him pause. “….What?”
“We haven’t shown her the best part!” Turning to Aela, she grasped the wrist that she held before, indicating that her brother should do the same. When both gods once again held her wrists in their hand, there was a sharp stinging sensation paired with a shock that ran down her arms. Loosening their grasp, Kel and Wyn stepped away and smiled. Where her skin was bare there was now two tattooed bracelets encircling her delicate wrist. Swirling, intricate lines wove between three, evenly spaced gem toned ovals on each arm, the shape reminiscent of the egg that Sira still clutched to her chest. “You may call on us six times. Each time a charge is used, you will know.”
Wyn re-shouldered his pack and Kel stooped to grasp her own before they both turned and left without another word, leaving Sira and Aela to examine the Gnosis left on both her wrists by themselves.
OOCThat’s all you need me for. I’ll recap and tally everything that changed about Aela and everything both of you received in the grading post. Feel free to post as much to this thread as you feel necessary ☺
