Ivan
Nefra would tell me she wasn't sure how she felt about magic. Sometimes, she was grateful for it. Other times, she hated it, and I'm starting to understand why she thinks that way. I've seen both sides of the coin, and as beneficial as magic may seem, the cost is always harsh. Does it make sense? Yes, but tapping into it feels like something we shouldn't be doing, especially when it turns out like this.
Aoxuthyia's transformation didn't stop with her hair.
We watched helplessly as her body aged in front of us. It's like someone pressed fast forward and left it running. Her skin went from smooth to wrinkled; the lilac color she'd possessed turned pure white, then changed to a pale human color. At first, it was close to a posy peach, then it turned into a Winthrop peach until it finally became the color of a light tan. I could only distinguish the different shades thanks to Nefra and my sister. They went on a rant about the various shades of makeup.
