The Sylvan Fay
"You call yourself a member of Collective Mind? Pathetic. Nát aut," Yuan scoffed from within her mind. When they merged, it seemed she took more of a liking to Elvarin as opposed to Val'Elvarin. The pompous orch.
"Law thraston," she retorted.
Atani sighed as she looked into the mirror. She knit her brows as she saw how her hair turned from blonde to white, how her eyes turned from emerald to gold. She could feel the goddess trying to take over from within. She could feel the pain coursing through her veins. She closed her eyes.
Deep breath in... deep breath out.
When she opened them again, she was back to her normal self. She was still Atani.
She turned on the sink and splashed her face with water. She couldn't let Yuan get under her skin... Not here of all places. Gods, she shouldn't even have come to the Fabricator.