Felicie looked on dazedly at the strange yet familiar picture in the mirror.
Ever since she was little, her greatest characteristic had always been her orange hair and eyes, something special and rare that made her incredibly distinctive from others.
But right now, half her hair was a mixture of her usual orange and a strange silvery white. But what was even more peculiar was the color of the silvery white. It looked like the one that was erratically flying all over half her face right now.
"How did this happen? Since when has this happened?" Felicie couldn't help but ask. While she had truly not checked a mirror since the beginning of their journey, she was definitely sure she left the inn with her full orange hair.
