The lack of food or oxygen hasn't affected her the way it has others. Inesa isn't human. She doesn't need anything to survive but the lack of atmosphere has begun to change her. Her skin is paler but shimmering a soft silvery hue in the lacking light. Her usual pale gray-blue eyes have begun to shift to a deep purple and strands of her hair have slowly begun to streak white.
It's her magic, shining through.
Her hair is pulled into a loose knot of tangles behind her head while her once white dress has been stained with dust and soot from the fires. There isn't a lot of resources and Inesa is more than happy to give up what little she has to make people comfortable.
She is holding a white bunny in her lap, keeping her friend safe, while she hums a soft tune. It's a subtle sound but without knowing it, Inesa weaves magic through the air, hoping to relax and uplift those who hear her.
THE GREAT DEPARTURE/INVESTIAGTION
The changes continue to progress. Inesa's hair is nearly white with the blonde wheat hue coloring a few inches at the tips of each strain. Her eyes are a dark deep purple that glow as she calls the subtle twists of magic that surrounds and makes up her form.
She barely looks human and yet her expressions are the same, it's still Inesa beneath the alternations to her appearance.
It's terrifying when the first wave vanish but Inesa doesn't want to give up. She keeps Lancelot with her, the bunny held safely against her abdomen as she walks around and inspects the tent. It's only when she see's another who is searching that she pauses and voices what's on her mind. "What's happening?"
THE TUNNELS
Inesa inhales deeply as the doorway opens. She doesn't need air but it rushes against her skin and she feels the magical shield she'd formed into a physical form begin to solidify back into place. The magic glittering under her skin softens and she feels more like the girl who's been living in the sphere for the last year.
She glances at those on either side of her and smiles, inclining her head in a confident nod.
They can do this.
The tunnel is pretty however Inesa feels disconnected from the rest of the Sphere. It feels so far away though that might have only been the fading tension over the last few weeks.
Inesa [OtA]
It's her magic, shining through.
Her hair is pulled into a loose knot of tangles behind her head while her once white dress has been stained with dust and soot from the fires. There isn't a lot of resources and Inesa is more than happy to give up what little she has to make people comfortable.
She is holding a white bunny in her lap, keeping her friend safe, while she hums a soft tune. It's a subtle sound but without knowing it, Inesa weaves magic through the air, hoping to relax and uplift those who hear her.
THE GREAT DEPARTURE/INVESTIAGTION
She barely looks human and yet her expressions are the same, it's still Inesa beneath the alternations to her appearance.
It's terrifying when the first wave vanish but Inesa doesn't want to give up. She keeps Lancelot with her, the bunny held safely against her abdomen as she walks around and inspects the tent. It's only when she see's another who is searching that she pauses and voices what's on her mind. "What's happening?"
THE TUNNELS
She glances at those on either side of her and smiles, inclining her head in a confident nod.
They can do this.
The tunnel is pretty however Inesa feels disconnected from the rest of the Sphere. It feels so far away though that might have only been the fading tension over the last few weeks.