Philomel was getting a lot better about slipping into Mime than she had been when she'd first changed. Originally, any time she sat still for more than five minutes she found herself turning invisibly, blending instinctively into the background of wherever she was coiled. Now she had more control over it, and was only mildly translucent where she lay spread across the full length of the beach, her wings and the fringes lining her spine and legs the closest to completely see through.
As she hard Darc call, she shifted, the deep blue and purple of her coloration rippling back into full strength. "Darc? Yes, it's me." Her own voice wasn't very close to what it had been, but she'd had a lot longer to get used to it.
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Date: 2008-09-30 03:37 am (UTC)As she hard Darc call, she shifted, the deep blue and purple of her coloration rippling back into full strength. "Darc? Yes, it's me." Her own voice wasn't very close to what it had been, but she'd had a lot longer to get used to it.