Evangeline wakes up at the first rays of sunlight, as she has every day since the accident. Her eyes had become sensitive. Too sensitive.
Well dragons weren’t exactly known for their bad eyesight, were they?
She groans and rolls off the bed, rubbing her eyes and feeling for her tinted glasses. Even with the thick lenses the daylight was almost unbearable. Not for the first time she cursed her arrogance in this whole enterprise. She’d held the stones for so long, and without incidence, and it had caused her to grow complacent. Not only had she come to harm, but others in the house as well. Jaques, Vaughn, Farrell, Lyria, Chia, and...
Angora.
Evangeline sighs and plods to the bathroom. In the Miqo’te’s urge to help Evangeline, she too had absorbed some of the corruption. As Orrin had said, the stones seemed to find their own ways to spread their Influence.
The stones were with the Dragoon now at least, given with a vague promise. Orrin said he would return them with needed. That alone would be enough to damn the man, should the inquisitors ever discover it. Evangeline wanted to refuse, the Stones called out to her, begging her to keep them at her side, but she could not resist the look of pain in Orrin’s eyes when he asked her. She would trust him, as she had in the past. He was gone though, and more pressing matters availed her.
She stops in front of the bathroom sink, muffling every window with heavy curtains, leaving the room in near blackness. She removed her glasses and to altered eyes, it seems as bright as mid day. Taking a deep breath she once again confronts her visage, the one Orrin could not view without pain and anger crossing his face.
Her eyes stared back at her, strange pale grey eyes, the iris’s flecked with yellow. The pupils had changed as well, more a slit than a dot, more like a lizard than an Elezen. She sighs, resting her hands on the sink. “Well, time to figure this nonsense out.â€
Well dragons weren’t exactly known for their bad eyesight, were they?
She groans and rolls off the bed, rubbing her eyes and feeling for her tinted glasses. Even with the thick lenses the daylight was almost unbearable. Not for the first time she cursed her arrogance in this whole enterprise. She’d held the stones for so long, and without incidence, and it had caused her to grow complacent. Not only had she come to harm, but others in the house as well. Jaques, Vaughn, Farrell, Lyria, Chia, and...
Angora.
Evangeline sighs and plods to the bathroom. In the Miqo’te’s urge to help Evangeline, she too had absorbed some of the corruption. As Orrin had said, the stones seemed to find their own ways to spread their Influence.
The stones were with the Dragoon now at least, given with a vague promise. Orrin said he would return them with needed. That alone would be enough to damn the man, should the inquisitors ever discover it. Evangeline wanted to refuse, the Stones called out to her, begging her to keep them at her side, but she could not resist the look of pain in Orrin’s eyes when he asked her. She would trust him, as she had in the past. He was gone though, and more pressing matters availed her.
She stops in front of the bathroom sink, muffling every window with heavy curtains, leaving the room in near blackness. She removed her glasses and to altered eyes, it seems as bright as mid day. Taking a deep breath she once again confronts her visage, the one Orrin could not view without pain and anger crossing his face.
Her eyes stared back at her, strange pale grey eyes, the iris’s flecked with yellow. The pupils had changed as well, more a slit than a dot, more like a lizard than an Elezen. She sighs, resting her hands on the sink. “Well, time to figure this nonsense out.â€
