Pyris, meanwhile, contemplated his next move. He turned to Alera. "Do you feel… different? Or is it just me?" Staring at her head.
Alera tilted her head. "Define 'different.'"
"Never mind,"
"Hmmph! How cares about you little secrets!"
Pyris just grinned
Alera blinked in confusion, unsure of what Pyris was trying to say.
He pointed to her head, gesturing impatiently. With a furrowed brow, she reached up and pulled a few strands of hair forward. It took a moment for the change to register, but when it did, her eyes widened.
Her hair had turned white.
"Perfect!" she muttered sarcastically, tossing the strands aside. "Of all colors!"
"Well," Pyris chuckled, leaning against a jagged wall of stone, "it's not bad. A necromancer with white hair—how iconic!"
