Sacrificed to the Dragon Prince
Every time we take on our more natural form, we bring a bit of that energy with us.
Although Carnelia does not look like she is aging, at least not yet. If anything, she is beginning to finally blossom. In the time that I have known her, she has matured from the scrawny, fearful, underfed waif that had been delivered to me in a wagon, to a woman of undeniable beauty. She doesn’t know how old she is, but I think maybe she wasn’t quite done maturing because to my eyes she looks taller, more graceful with a fuller figure and skin that practically glows. Her hair falls naturally down her back in large cascading curls having grown several inches in the months we have known one another.
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