"I haven't resurrected any Bondmates for you in particular, have I?" says Milan.
"No, does that matter?"
"It might," says Milan.
"Okay then, um, um, her name was Elora Carter and she was a Wildmage from Ysterialpoerin—"
There appears a Wildmage. She, like so many others today, is confused.
"Hello just a minute I can explain everything but first the resurrection man wants to try something," says Sirofael.
"Any cosmetic preferences for your human form?" says Milan.
"Oh, well, I guess I want hair the colour of my scales and I want to keep my eye colour, since you're asking..."
Sirofael turns into a human. She is tall and has long pale lavender hair and black eyes. She looks very pretty, particularly to Elora.
"Oh, how do you balance," she complains, wobbling on her insufficient quantity of feet. (Elora catches her.) "Have I been human for long enough, can I turn back now?"
"Are you still Bonded?"
"Yes, definitely," says Sirofael.
"I have no idea what's going on," says Elora.
"Please make me a dragon again," says Sirofael. "This feels very weird. Elora, do some magic to show you're still my Bonded."
Elora sighs and looks around and pours out a bit of salt from a saltshaker on a nearby table and grows a grain of it into a block of salt the size of her head.
"I'll trust you that that's appropriate evidence," says Milan, and then Sirofael is once again a dragon. Sirofael and Elora go back out the door where the least bewildered of Atuona's resurrected Bondmates is holding it.
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"I haven't resurrected any Bondmates for you in particular, have I?" says Milan.
"No, does that matter?"
"It might," says Milan.
"Okay then, um, um, her name was Elora Carter and she was a Wildmage from Ysterialpoerin—"
There appears a Wildmage. She, like so many others today, is confused.
"Hello just a minute I can explain everything but first the resurrection man wants to try something," says Sirofael.
"Any cosmetic preferences for your human form?" says Milan.
"Oh, well, I guess I want hair the colour of my scales and I want to keep my eye colour, since you're asking..."
Sirofael turns into a human. She is tall and has long pale lavender hair and black eyes. She looks very pretty, particularly to Elora.
"Oh, how do you balance," she complains, wobbling on her insufficient quantity of feet. (Elora catches her.) "Have I been human for long enough, can I turn back now?"
"Are you still Bonded?"
"Yes, definitely," says Sirofael.
"I have no idea what's going on," says Elora.
"Please make me a dragon again," says Sirofael. "This feels very weird. Elora, do some magic to show you're still my Bonded."
Elora sighs and looks around and pours out a bit of salt from a saltshaker on a nearby table and grows a grain of it into a block of salt the size of her head.
"I'll trust you that that's appropriate evidence," says Milan, and then Sirofael is once again a dragon. Sirofael and Elora go back out the door where the least bewildered of Atuona's resurrected Bondmates is holding it.