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Having procured herself a seat nearer the back of the room, Levina now sat among her classmates. The scarf comfortably over her shoulders and around her neck, her face was exposed. Only it wasn't the face of Levina Zelphor looking towards Malicia; that of another, namely Zephyr Vagan, stared nervously over the edge of the tablet as she perused its contents.
While the other students had cluttered together outside during whatever fiasco had drawn their attention, Levi had downed a delicate serum that the real Zephyr had left with her in a temporary supply. A witch-brewed substance, it's key components were the essence of Shapeshifter's Blood mixed with a sample of essence from the desired transformed state. Thus, the Zelphor was perfectly disguised as a maiden girl of Lorridia, who was fortunately near enough of her size to retain her own wardrobe. The effect had been near-instantaneous and therefore efficient for as long as the supply lasted... though how long that was, she didn't know.
The transformation was the easy part though. Now in the form of Zeyphr, Levina would have to retake the serum every six hours. Even there in the classroom she had a vile, to which she held on as though her life depended on it.
The other challenge: while her appearance had changed, her personality was still her own. Every action she had made since transforming had been deliberate as emulations, to the best of her ability, of the girl she was replacing: kindly, though a bit of a klutz, with an air of timidness and a whole lot of not-wanting-to-be-here dryness. To this character she acted as she raised a shaking, labored, inquiring hand. "E-excuse me."
While the other students had cluttered together outside during whatever fiasco had drawn their attention, Levi had downed a delicate serum that the real Zephyr had left with her in a temporary supply. A witch-brewed substance, it's key components were the essence of Shapeshifter's Blood mixed with a sample of essence from the desired transformed state. Thus, the Zelphor was perfectly disguised as a maiden girl of Lorridia, who was fortunately near enough of her size to retain her own wardrobe. The effect had been near-instantaneous and therefore efficient for as long as the supply lasted... though how long that was, she didn't know.
The transformation was the easy part though. Now in the form of Zeyphr, Levina would have to retake the serum every six hours. Even there in the classroom she had a vile, to which she held on as though her life depended on it.
The other challenge: while her appearance had changed, her personality was still her own. Every action she had made since transforming had been deliberate as emulations, to the best of her ability, of the girl she was replacing: kindly, though a bit of a klutz, with an air of timidness and a whole lot of not-wanting-to-be-here dryness. To this character she acted as she raised a shaking, labored, inquiring hand. "E-excuse me."
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