“Just
try to relax,” Robert tells the girl, breaking his incantations to
do so. “This will all be over very soon, I promise.”
Raven
quietly shuffles his way round the huddled figures to get a better
look at her. At first glance there seems to be no change, she looks
as she did when they picked her. It's not long, however, before he
notices her features aren't as sharp or defined, as if her head were
carved from ice, slowly melting. In a matter of moments her hair
shortens, nose lengthens, lips become fuller, shoulders relax.
Before his eyes, he realises, she is becoming Fiona.
“What happening to me?” she asks, “Why is my face so itchy?”
