Soul was getting better at being in public as she changed. For a while after speaking with Luz, her rate of change hade accelerated. Her false fur had become false chitin. Her tails had become plated and bony instead of soft. Her chest was receding, leaving a ribcage like a normal Eternatus.
Combined with her Ninetales shape, it looked far more morbid than she may have preferred. If anyone saw her body without getting a good look at her head, they could well mistake her for a skeleton. Soul thought that unfortunate. This was a beginning, not a death.
Awkward though her current state was, her progress in changing had stalled out again. The shape of a Ninetales was familiar to her. For one thing, last time she’d tried to fly, she’d failed. That was something she’d preferably learn before giving up her legs.
Still, she couldn’t hide at home forever. She’d tried that a long time ago, and it hadn’t been the most pleasant experience. She noticed people eyeballing her sometimes, a few asked if she was okay, but she dealt with it.
For once, it seemed nothing of interest was happening in the plaza. Perhaps it was around time to retreat to the comfort and relative privacy of the library.
