Warm rays of sunlight peered through the curtains. The light painted the walls of a small, humble room that did not match the air of majesty of whom it belonged to. Neither did the sprawled-out limbs of a certain lightly dressed, white-haired Beholder.
If people could see just a fraction of this side of the Beholders, then there would not be so much fear and reverence surrounding them. But alas, such a sight was only ant for those who held the keys to their hearts.
A rousing Frost rolled in Jury’s arm, which she used as a pillow. It had been a day since the fluctuations of the Light had caused them to swap bodies. In Frost’s mind, it was all just a bad dream. The morning rays were proof of the nightmare.
Fluctuations of light? Cer in her body? Yeah. No way.
“Mngh…”
An unusual moan slipped through her lips as she tried to find a more comfortable angle on Jury’s arm but to no avail. It felt like her arms were steeper, and it caused her to begrudgingly awaken.
Sothing felt off, but she shrugged it off as morning blindness. Frost was in no way a morning person, and she rarely had the ti to sleep. Her shirt felt looser than usual, and Jury’s ticking heart seed louder today.
“Mwaaaa….” Frost stretched harder than she ever had in all 20 years of living, and perhaps the eons spent as Sinder.
In a daze, she flipped her legs off to the side of the bed. The moans of the floorboards were non-existent, and her steps were like tiny patters. She left the bedroom and entered a great hall to take a better look at herself in the mirror, completely ignoring the large-standing mirror beside her bed.
Her pants hung loosely by her hips, teetering on falling to her ankles as she rubbed her eyes with oversized sleeves. They covered her hands and flopped around like the ears of a bunny.
She had to reach higher than usual to open the bathroom door. Once inside, she took a stool that the likes of Cer and visiting Healers would use to reach the weirdly high mirror.
Once atop, she took a good look at herself, glaring at her reflection like she had forgotten to wear her glasses.
… Eh?
She must be imagining it. Her consciousness hadn’t fully kicked in yet, and she was still dreaming of being in a different body. Atop her head were a pair of pointy, fox-like ears.
Maid Frost
Delinquent Frost
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