The Darkest Wolves
"Eyes of trick and veil of face,
Let me vanish without a trace.
Take the look of servant maid,
And in her form let truth be swayed.
Delia's eyes and Delia's hair,
Delia's shape and how she stares.
Skin and voice and steps so light,
Let me become her for the night.
Hide Amanda's stolen grace,
Put Delia's mask upon my face.
Until the moon can shift its gaze,
Let lies protect me through this phase."
Purple mist swirled around her, lifting her long hair, changing its color, softening her jaw. Her voice changed. Her dress shifted into a simple maid uniform. In less than a minute... she was Delia. The servant girl.
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