Even with warning and time to brace himself, Reynir hadn’t been expecting wings. Maybe he should have, considering Ami did tell him that trolls (that is going to take some getting used to) are aliens from another planet. But wings are – so different. But there’s no denying they are really delicate and beautiful, like a giant butterfly. The clothes he barely notices because, well, WINGS.
Then she is turning around, and the rest of the changes are much much smaller than the addition of wings. Reynir’s mind had suddenly jumped to expecting something much more like an insect’s face, three dozen eyes and a snout and who knows what. But Ami still looks like Ami! What changes are there are, really, minimal. A few changes in color, the horns he’d already seen, maybe something different about her hair? But really, that’s all.
The small amount of tension that had built in his shoulders drains away and Reynir smiles.
"Oh! You don’t look that different at all!"
He takes a few small steps closer, taking in the changes. The skin color is a little unusual, but it’s no different than seeing someone in a very strange light, or in an old black and white photograph. The wings are sparkly and how hadn’t he noticed that before?!
Reynir says, with friendly protective indignation:
"Whoever named that species- your species trolls was in a very mean mood that day, or an idiot. Troll means ugly, and you’re not even a little bit ugly!"
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Then she is turning around, and the rest of the changes are much much smaller than the addition of wings. Reynir’s mind had suddenly jumped to expecting something much more like an insect’s face, three dozen eyes and a snout and who knows what. But Ami still looks like Ami! What changes are there are, really, minimal. A few changes in color, the horns he’d already seen, maybe something different about her hair? But really, that’s all.
The small amount of tension that had built in his shoulders drains away and Reynir smiles.
"Oh! You don’t look that different at all!"
He takes a few small steps closer, taking in the changes. The skin color is a little unusual, but it’s no different than seeing someone in a very strange light, or in an old black and white photograph. The wings are sparkly and how hadn’t he noticed that before?!
Reynir says, with friendly protective indignation:
"Whoever named that species- your species trolls was in a very mean mood that day, or an idiot. Troll means ugly, and you’re not even a little bit ugly!"