Rowan froze, his breathing emerging faster, that voice he heard was so familiar, but yet it was different, inside the warmness in that voice was a regal tone that was quite impossible to disguise, this was a voice that would bring a dimension to its knees, soft and feminine, yet filled with an implacable power.
His memories were perfect, and his feelings had not changed, but why was he no longer detecting that… warmth?
"Look at him Elura," the old man snickered, his large beard shaking with his mirth, "look how well the freak plays at being mortal, it is so perfect it's almost sickening. Just the right amount of movement here, a slight darkening in the eyes and a flare on the nose, his heart beating at just the right tempo. It's almost art. I can now truly see a part of your nature in him, yes, but there is something more… oh, my spine tingles and it all comes from a mortal being, how ridiculous."
