DREAM SKIN FOR TRUE FORM

Skin: Hear no Evil

Note to self, make an art piece for Freefall
"Freefall" by AwkwardAngel #226373



She was staring at herself in the mirror.

Black liked to get lost in her reflection as she was getting ready for her day. It wasn’t narcissism that drove her, nor was it any other form of self absorption. But how would she know what to put on unless she knew what mood she was in today?

The suit had to be impeccable, as always. The white of a high-class butler, never stained or tarnished, to showcase her intentions.
The tea-set had to be strongly attached, never slipping or risking leaving its tray, to represent her undying loyalty to her Clan.

And of course the face had to be different every day.

Her suit never changed, nor did her attitude. But behind the white butler’s mask, Black wore a different dragon’s features to suit her own will.
Nobody ever truly noticed, and so she was able to customize to her own desires.

Yes, some dragons suspected that there was something wrong with her - something unsettling about her perfect mannerisms. Some dragons in particular, such as that irritating traveling entertainer Nala.
But her devotion to her Clan was undisputed. She truly loved her people, and would do anything to keep them safe. None of them had to know about her unique abilities, now did they?

What good would it do the other dragons to know? Just to become suspicious of her intentions, when things were going so well?

And what harm could lie in changing her appearance? It was the same as changing a pair of socks. She wore the rest of her uniform, and truthfully nobody had ever told her not to shape-shift.

They had a lot of other rules, and some had given her a bit of grief for not knowing how to properly make tea. Not to mention the times she had served things she thought were tea but weren't. . . Lemon juice was as close as she had ever gotten. But regardless, since she had never strictly been told not to shapeshift, she considered that it must be perfectly acceptable behavior. This stubborn reasoning gave her the motivation to keep her secrets to herself, no matter how close she grew to the rest of the Clan.

It wasn’t hurting anyone, of course.

Unfortunately, she doubted that the other dragons would feel the same way. The mask was very necessary to keep herself hidden. Because she did truly love the Starfall Watchers - oh, yes, they were as near and dear to her as her own heart, which remained true despite her ever-changing face. Some dragons just have their secrets, and Black was no exception.
If she could be grouped together with regular dragons, or dragons at all. . .

In any case, Black liked being around the Clan, which was the main reason for her decision to become a butler. Although not the best at her trade, she had great enthusiasm and almost unnerving speed, and her polite attitude toward all members of her Clan made her well loved. If only every Clan member could feel the same way, however. . .

No, she would not think about this today. It was not important if a few dragons treated her with suspicion - none of them had any proof or even enough imagination to drum up the right claims about her.
In the mean-time, she had to get dressed for work.

Black squinted at her form in the mirror, considering the features of her face. The deep set eyes, what color would she make them? Would she keep the mane dark and obsidian, or would she decide to add a touch of silver, to dazzle the eye?

And when she was back to her own devices. . . who would she be then? Could she shed the skin of an imperial and jump into the tinier, faster body of a fae? What would better serve her purpose for this evening, once away from the eyes of strangers?

With a wry smile, Black slid the mask onto her face.
“Let’s see what will become of us today,” The mysterious dragon chuckled.






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