Faeyt Chord had been getting used to her new... body. Well, it was not really a new body; but really, it was still the same body... just older. Her father had helped her buy new clothes — and the doctors had run every test they could think of, from testing her mental age to trying to figure out how to reset whatever spell had been cast, but to no avail.
And, so, Faeyt was stuck in the body of an eighteen-year-old girl, luckily the spell had aged her mind as well. She snickered as she thought back on the night it had happened. Just the day before the tsunami warning had gone out, Faeyt had been romping about in the city, by herself and she had stumbled into someone's aging spell — though she did not know that.
The next morning, her father had come to wake her up and help her dress for the day, but instead, she woke up with a rough shake to her shoulders... And when she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she cried out — though her father's panicking hand-motions had caught her eye and she was staring at him in silent disgust.
'Did I drink?! Did we sleep together?! Where's my daughter?! How old are you?!' She crawled to one end of the bed, her pajamas were much too small for her by this point, and held tightly to her legs. She lifted her hands to sign frantically, tears brimming in her eyes.
'Daddy it's me! No we didn't sleep together, that's gross, daddy! I'm your daughter! And I'm.. I was four. Fix it!'
This had only caused her father to panic more, and ask her frantic questions until he was assured that this grown woman was indeed his Faeyt, by a grand mal seizure that sent her off the back of the bed and into the floor. Sai, had of course, helped her onto her side and held her head so that she wouldn't injure herself — before finding her something to wear that would fit. 'We'll figure this out.' He had promised.
Of course they hadn't been able to figure it out. But, Faeyt had accepted that.
Her father had helped her get her ID., her license, and she even had keys to the apartment. Though now, she was out and about — wandering through the town's art gallery. Faeyt had not been listening when the specialists had been talking about her abilities — and how they had no idea about the manifestation. If she had been listening, she would have known that she had an aura of death around her; that would draw those of the darkest natures forth.
But, she would also know that she had a gentle, bright beauty to her — that would do nothing more than draw forth the nastiest of the dark natured. In her opinion, she was grown. Though she was taking classes at the Academy — they'd let her take pretests to catch up to the grade-level her mental state was in, and she had ended up a freshman in high school.
It was still so weird, but she wasn't complaining — not anymore. Perhaps it was one of her abilities. She didn't know.
Her gaze focused idly on a piece of art, fingers twisting through her blonde curls in thought. She was trying to figure out what the piece resembled — what it could mean.
@Poppy
And, so, Faeyt was stuck in the body of an eighteen-year-old girl, luckily the spell had aged her mind as well. She snickered as she thought back on the night it had happened. Just the day before the tsunami warning had gone out, Faeyt had been romping about in the city, by herself and she had stumbled into someone's aging spell — though she did not know that.
The next morning, her father had come to wake her up and help her dress for the day, but instead, she woke up with a rough shake to her shoulders... And when she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she cried out — though her father's panicking hand-motions had caught her eye and she was staring at him in silent disgust.
'Did I drink?! Did we sleep together?! Where's my daughter?! How old are you?!' She crawled to one end of the bed, her pajamas were much too small for her by this point, and held tightly to her legs. She lifted her hands to sign frantically, tears brimming in her eyes.
'Daddy it's me! No we didn't sleep together, that's gross, daddy! I'm your daughter! And I'm.. I was four. Fix it!'
This had only caused her father to panic more, and ask her frantic questions until he was assured that this grown woman was indeed his Faeyt, by a grand mal seizure that sent her off the back of the bed and into the floor. Sai, had of course, helped her onto her side and held her head so that she wouldn't injure herself — before finding her something to wear that would fit. 'We'll figure this out.' He had promised.
Of course they hadn't been able to figure it out. But, Faeyt had accepted that.
Her father had helped her get her ID., her license, and she even had keys to the apartment. Though now, she was out and about — wandering through the town's art gallery. Faeyt had not been listening when the specialists had been talking about her abilities — and how they had no idea about the manifestation. If she had been listening, she would have known that she had an aura of death around her; that would draw those of the darkest natures forth.
But, she would also know that she had a gentle, bright beauty to her — that would do nothing more than draw forth the nastiest of the dark natured. In her opinion, she was grown. Though she was taking classes at the Academy — they'd let her take pretests to catch up to the grade-level her mental state was in, and she had ended up a freshman in high school.
It was still so weird, but she wasn't complaining — not anymore. Perhaps it was one of her abilities. She didn't know.
Her gaze focused idly on a piece of art, fingers twisting through her blonde curls in thought. She was trying to figure out what the piece resembled — what it could mean.
@Poppy
