γNot really?γ
Yet her words were not entirely accurate. For her words and tone were a bit more flippant than what they had been previously. At least to a certain degree.
γIts something that I can't really explain. But I feel perfectly fine. Maybe a little less stressed and
"You mean the whole.. 'new you' thing? I would say not. I mean, Even if we did try to hide it, she'd find out somehow. woman has eyes and ears everywhere."
He would sigh. Tossing the clipboard aside as he gives Zel another look over.
"Body aside, Do you feel any different? I-
worried?γ
Though those were two things she had always kept bottled up and sealed away before-- so its not like anyone else would be privy to such things. Alas, Zelkova shifted the majority of her weight onto her right leg; right hand resting upon its respective hip.
White hair both untied and down--
Brought over her shoulder to the front.
Carefully, a brush was run through the snow-dyed strands.
It was quite uncanny.
γ. . . This really isn't some sort of dream--γ
A joke? From Zelkova?
Who was known to be stoic?
Seems there might be more at play.
γIt might be worth telling her about this though, at the very least. I don't see any way we could avoid it.γ
γ. . . .γ π§
It was cute, in a sense.
A light tinge of pink lit the Nikke's cheeks as her eyes subtly shifted their gaze.
γYou don't need to worry about that, really.
I like the Outpost too much to ever request to be reassigned. Even if I /am/ being harrassed.γ
"I'll say..-"
He'd let slip as he looks between the Nikke and the reflect of her in the mirror. It had only crossed his mind when she said it, but she indeed did look stunning.
"I-I'm sorry! I mean, of course you always looked good, but I was agreeing with you!"
His attempt-
γHonestly? Your guess is as good as mine, Commander.γ
Zelkova reached up; brushing a few strands of snow-dyed hair behind her ear. It would take some time to adjust to these changes, that much couldn't be denied.
"Your ro-"
The commander's eyes widen a bit. The Nikke before him had a familiar voice. One he wouldn't mistake even if she looked completely different now. Could it be..?
"...Zel..? What happened, you look like a completely different person."
It had to be her, but... how?
γ. . . .γ
Those green pools finally shifted their gaze from the mirror-- looking upon the man who had entered her room. Zelkova knew him, of course. But he did not know her. At least no the 'current' her.
γUmm. . .γ
Just how should she explain?
There was a knock on the door before the Commander walks in, a clipboard in hand as he studies it without looking up. Seemingly focused on the contents of the page.
"Hey Zel, I wanted to ask you about the Manifest. Did we place the supplies for the upcoming Mission on this mon-"
γThis is. . . 'different'.
My entire body, how it feels--γ
Green eyes shifted from the palms of open hands to a mirror. What was once blonde was now snow white-- and what was once golden was now green.
γ. . . .γ
Zelkova observed herself.
And eventually? A small smile.