Ivanya Lou's Story

She couldn't move, could barely even breathe as she stood shakily on the floor. She'd done it. She finally successfully becomes her own element. The worst part was that wasn't even the hardest part of her transformation. Now, not only would she have to move fluently with this, she would have to change back. She moved her arms first, bringing them down to look at her fingers and wiggling them in front of her face, watching how the light reflected off of her "skin". It felt so strange. In fact, it didn’t feel like anything. The metal skin she now had wasn't connected to her senses or her nervous system so no matter what she touched: soft, hard, hot, cold; she didn't feel it. She bent various joints to gauge the elasticity of the metal to find that it behaved much like her normal skin, much more elastic than she anticipated. Feeling uncharacteristically giddy, even under the circumstances, Evanne picked up her towel water, and iPod from its dock, and headed for the door out into the hall in all of her metallic glory. She walked slowly, but with purpose to her room. Her bones were still achy and it was hard for her to keep focus enough to keep her form. Soon she was walking down the corridor to her room silently thanking whatever being ruled over fate for it to be empty. She did not need nor want the questions that would surely come.
She unlocked her door with all of the excitement of a small child going to the dentist. By now, her muscles were screaming at her to give it a rest. So as she entered, she slowly released her form. Opposed to how she transformed originally, the skin on her phalanges began to return to normal, slowly but surely engulfing the metal and leaving her fae tattoos to remember it by. Soon it was melting away from her forehead and down her neck and before she knew it was disappearing into her belly button as if it never happened. It was the sound of a lion sighing that brought her head up, realizing she was standing rather awkwardly in the middle of her room with an exasperated Nehgross lying on his bed, looking up at her. She was certain that if he could arch a brow as dramactically as he wish, he would have done it.
” I assume your training session was a successful one?”
Evanne wiped the sweat from her brow with the towel and tossed it in her hamper. ”You’re assumption is correct as usual. How perceptive you are today Nehgross,”she said feigning disbelief and awe.
Grumbling at her sarcastic banter Nehgross scoffed, ”Transforming leaves you moody, dually noted. But you should know that when I turn my back now I do it in a huff.”The lion turned swiftly, wiggling its tail and holding it’s nose in the air as it walked back to sit by its bed. King of the jungle indeed.
Evanne chose not to grace his attitude with a response and just rolled her eyes as she walked into her bathroom and hopped in the shower, washing the all of the fear and sweat from her body. By the time she finished her shower it was around 8:30 and she was shocked on how long it took her to practice that day. She toweled off quickly and dried her hair. Since the activities of the morning went so well she decided to apply her favorite perfume and some light make up as opposed to her usual none. Even with her new found “sauciness” of the morning, she dressed simply in her favorite shirt and shorts. She always like how her tattoos looked against dark colors.
She looked to Nehgross while putting her phone in her back pocket and grabbing her keys, ”Do you want some breakfast? Or is your heighness full of himself?”
Nehgross growled low in his throat and walked past her to the door, ”You’re lucky I’m somehow enamored with you. People have died for less.”
Evanne chuckled as she closed the door behind him and walked beside him down the corridor towards the cafeteria for some much needed sustenance. ”I’m certain you've heard of the recent events. The murders, even of one of our own. Caster and sorcerers the world over are being picked off.”
Nehgross huffed in agreement,”Yes I've heard the whispers, something has changed. They’re not going for children or the weak links anymore. Thrashing was most definitely a warning. She was powerful and skilled. If they are able to kill her than there is no telling how powerful they've become.
Evanne’s mood darkened and her brow furrowed, ” I suppose my breakthrough this morning couldn't have come at a better time. I’m going to have to work harder to prepare myself. Thrashing will be sorely missed.” They rounded the corner and stopped at the door, looking out at everyone.
”I’ll get us some breakfast. I might check on Div, She’ll more than likely be upset.”
Nehgross nodded and headed for their usual table in the middle of the room and sat. Evanne moved through the line, getting an omelet, stack of cakes, and some toast and bacon slathering everything in syrup. Transforming, as well as all of the practice she preforms in the morning would leave a giant starving. With her being six feet and fitness obsessed, she needed all she could get. She grabbed Nehg a steak bloody and raw before she grabbed her tray and made for her table. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Div, Ivy, and another Circe…Ryan was it?, sitting at a table, Div looking extremely upset. Her mood reminded Evanne of the memorial service for Ariana Thrashing that morning. Taking her own secret pity, Evanne walked cautiously to Div and stood behind her. With her free hand, she squeezed Div’s shoulder slightly and rubbed it, offering her support. But she knew her friend, she hated pity almost as much as she hated clichés or bad fashion. So Evanne walked to her table, handing Nehgross his steak, and dug into her breakfast in peace.

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