บท 151: You Have Become

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“Come, sit. We have much to talk about - so much to learn,” Freyja said.

With Freyja to my left, and Mahria on my right, we sat on the couch that sank beneath my weight like a favorite blanket, like Lucy’s comforter. Like home. Freyja tucked her feet beneath her and pulled her simple white-flecked-with-silver dress over her legs.

“I am so happy you have finally embraced your true nature, my dear. I can see it in your face, in your skin.” She reached out and traced one of the swirls on my left arm that used to be dark but now shone silver - like the designs on her own arms.

“Yes,” she said, holding out her hands and examining the patterns there. “They are very much the same, aren’t they? And do you know why that is?” Her sky-blue eyes were edged with silver, and I felt I could lose myself in them. I glanced at Lucy in the chair opposite us, but she was busy cooing to a large tabby cat that had invaded her lap.

To Freyja, I shook my head.