54— A little dose of dramatism

Lily stared at the creature still floating in the air for some seconds because she was damn well frozen in shock. She used the few seconds to process the fact that she had transformed into something that she knew was clearly not of kayaan blood, it was wild, untrained and unrestrained. It scared her. "Lily," the being breathed again in a whimsical voice that made the hair on Lily's neck stand. It was both soothing and commanding. Lily stumbled back again as the being moved forward a little. She stared at it in utter disbelief and fear, both emotions quite foreign to her who was known to be fearless. "What are you?" She questioned and the being just smiled. It possessed the most beautiful face Lily had ever lain eyes on. High cheekbones, a dimpled chin and cheeks, a small but straight nose and cherry red lips. The only thing Lily could not make out was the colour of its deep eyes. It was constantly flickering and was as entrancing as it was when looking through a kaleidoscope. "I a