Uninvited Guests

[Rosalynd]

Slone is standing above us, or at least I think it is her.

She looks nothing like herself. Where once she had gently waving brown hair, the straight white bob is unnaturally white, almost silver. Her skin glows like it has been freshly polished, perfectly tanned, and massaged with sweet almond oil. As the mist shrouding her body reforms into a chic black pantsuit, which she is wearing while topless, the front of the jacket reveals cleavage down to the belly button. On her feet are a pair of heels that would be impossible to run with, but something about how the lightning crackles at her fingertips tells me that she isn't going to do much running.

We are.