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Echo: In the old world she lived her whole life in grey, waiting in her room for something to begin.
Now: She chose wings. A butterfly wing rests over her eye, and red lines run across her face like the veins of a new leaf.
Juicy tidbit: Lanell keeps a list of every animal reported missing in Ardithian. She says real transformation is always chosen, and anyone who forces it on another creature has never understood it at all.
Lanell knows more about transformation than almost anyone, because she waited so long for hers. In the old world she stayed wrapped up and still, like a cocoon nobody checked on. The seam split her open. Half of her is still that soft grey sketch with its patient green eyes. The other half burst into teal, starlight, and a wing she grew herself. Lately she has been watching the animals of Ardithian with worry. Her list grows longer every week. She hasn't decided yet what she'll do with it.
Echo: In the old world she lived her whole life in grey, waiting in her room for something to begin.
Now: She chose wings. A butterfly wing rests over her eye, and red lines run across her face like the veins of a new leaf.
Juicy tidbit: Lanell keeps a list of every animal reported missing in Ardithian. She says real transformation is always chosen, and anyone who forces it on another creature has never understood it at all.
Lanell knows more about transformation than almost anyone, because she waited so long for hers. In the old world she stayed wrapped up and still, like a cocoon nobody checked on. The seam split her open. Half of her is still that soft grey sketch with its patient green eyes. The other half burst into teal, starlight, and a wing she grew herself. Lately she has been watching the animals of Ardithian with worry. Her list grows longer every week. She hasn't decided yet what she'll do with it.