The woman slowly awoke, the voice of the stranger pulling her back into reality, or what seemed to be reality anyway.
Her voice quivered as she spoke, “I am not very sure if I am dreaming or not right now...”
He doesn't see the transformation, but he tastes the air throughout. He can smell the scent of feathers turning into the familiar scent of humans, and it greatly interests him.
"...excuse me? Are you asleep?" He murmurs, voice gentle.
“I believe I am...”, her voice carried uncertainty, even a hint of a shiver, “I am Odette."
She felt so lost and tired, as if she had not slept the whole night and forgot what happened during the time.
A voice. A body. The delicate swan at the party was a woman of flesh and bones, with a heart beating as fast as the lady's. She shook her head.
“Yes, I believe I am. Ah... My name is Néphie. But *you? Are you real?”
The woman slowly awoke, disoriented by her surroundings, her body suddenly getting hit by the cold.
“Hello...? Over there, you, are you real?” she asked, most likely assuming that she was hallucinating from the sheer cold.
It was a spectacular sight, a miracle unraveled for the eyes of the undeserving. Iridescent fume surrounds the morphing swan as it becomes bigger and —— human.
The Lady steps back, awestruck and entranced by tonight's last performance.
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A hand gently gripped the woman’s arm. A foxian stood before her, a gentle smile on his face.
“My apologies…”
“…but do you happen to know where we are?”
The sun's warmth seeped through its body. Her feathers detach, not exactly molting, for underneath the feathers was skin. A soft glow then envelopes the bird, it grew in size, it's figure shifts from bird to human.
Now where a bird laid asleep, Odette laid there instead.
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The dawn broke through the thickened clouds and the sun's warmth gracing the lands once more after the cold night. The sun touches down upon a lake, the frozen surface softened ever so slightly. It then traced over the figure of a sleeping swan [...]