>> “M-My powers…t-they…make me change. I…I never showed you before. B-But when I get close to changing…I…I start to eat a lot of sugar. Lots of it and…I…I can’t always help myself… I…I’m sorry. I…I can’t make up for what I did back there. T-There’s no excuse…”

Rebecca sighed, finally filled in on what was happening. She figured out the sugar cravings on her own (which was not challenging,) but she did not know about this whole "change" thing. She still was not entirely sure what this meant, but it did not matter.

Rebecca pet Agnes's hair, running her fingers through black wisps. "Whatever ye changin' means, Ah'm gonna be aroond fer ye. Nothing's scared me awa' yit, right?"

It was still obvious that Agnes was filled with guilt. For cheating on Jasmine? Or maybe for kissing Rebecca against her will? That was not entirely true though, and Rebecca could not let her friend harbor all the guilt. "Dornt blam yerself sae much. It takes two tae kiss, an' Ah did nae exactly push ye awa' frae me, did Ah?" And there it was: Rebecca admitting that, to some degree, she was happy kissing Agnes.

Rebecca took Agnes's hand in both of her own. "C'mon. Let's gi ye back tae yer room."

Agnes kept her gaze averted. She simply did not trust herself to really look at the young redhead for more than a couple of seconds. Every time she did all she could see was the look of surprise on Rebecca’s face, followed by the sensation of kissing her with more passion and want than she had ever kissed Jasmine. Agnes knew that was not right. She knew that she should not feel that way about Rebecca, especially since she was already seeing someone.

How could she hurt Jasmine this way? How could she just force herself on Rebecca too? She was such a bad girlfriend, a bad friend, a bad person in general.

But even as she stood there, holding herself and trying to keep herself from falling apart, Agnes felt her breath catch in the throat the second that she felt those tender fingers of Rebecca’s slip through her hair. Oh how she wanted to just melt into Rebecca’s touch but she chastised herself again and forced herself to stop. She couldn’t do this anymore. She could betray Jasmine like this.

Then why was Rebecca’s touch so sweet and soft? It…wasn’t fair…

>> "Whatever ye changin' means, Ah'm gonna be aroond fer ye. Nothing's scared me awa' yit, right?"[/color]

Agnes sniffled as tears started to spring up from the corners of her eyes. Why was Rebecca being so sweet? She had nearly devoured the girl because she had a couple of drops of honey on her and she was being so damn understanding!

But, just to show that she was listening, Agnes meekly nodded.

>> Dornt blam yerself sae much. It takes two tae kiss, an' Ah did nae exactly push ye awa' frae me, did Ah?" [/color]

Agnes blinked. Confused for a moment.

“Y-You’re…You’re just…waaay too understanding…” she muttered confusedly.

Agnes slowly lifted her piercing, watery eyes and looked at Rebecca closely. Did she really just hear her correctly? Was Rebecca really saying that she…didn’t mind the kiss? After all, she was right, it was not like the redhead had tried to fight her off. But…no, that was wrong! So what if Rebecca didn’t fight back? That does not excuse the fact that Agnes had betrayed Jasmine! She kissed someone who was not her, nothing can condone that…

…especially since Agnes really, really, REALLY did enjoy that kiss.

Her guilt wrapped around her neck and weigh her down like a heavy steel ball attached to a chain. She could practically feel herself being dragged down. But that weight was momentarily uplifted when she felt the soft hands of the Scot wrap around one of hers. The sweet and tender gesture hastened the beat of her heart a tiny bit and Agnes simply did not know what to think anymore. What was this? How could she do this to Jasmine? How could she deny what she really wanted? Did she actually want Rebecca, or was this just some foolish thoughts from a confused mind?

Her head hurt from trying to find a solution…

>> "C'mon. Let's gi ye back tae yer room."[/color]

She sniffled again. Gina was gone for the evening and it was her molting night. She hated being alone for that. Who knows, maybe if Rebecca saw it that would cause enough revulsion in her to end any of her chances so she could return her focus to Jasmine?

“T-Thank you, Becca,” she muttered shyly. “Y-You…really don’t need to, though.” Agnes muttered as she walked along with Rebecca. “I…My….” she sighed. “…change…isn’t pretty.”

>> “Y-You’re…You’re just…waaay too understanding…”

By golly, she was thick. Even by Rebecca's standards of oblivious behavior, Agnes had to be trying to ignore the signs if she did not have a hint that Rebecca had feelings for her. An "accidental" kiss, a poem about a princess, letting her practically eat her face off. Rebecca just rolled her eyes to prevent herself from saying, "Ah 'ave a crush on ye, stupid."

>> “T-Thank you, Becca. Y-You…really don’t need to, though. I…My…. change…isn’t pretty.”

Rebecca considered how some insects went about changing, and the warning seemed justified. The thought of what she could see, hear, or smell gave her pause, but not for long. "Ah wanna be an X-Man, sae Ah cannae be squeamish. Besides," she placed a comforting hand on Agnes's shoulder, "for someain like ye, Ah can take it." Someain Ah care aboot tae much.

Agnes saw the roll of the girl’s eyes. What she didn’t understand was “why”? Was she simply being modest abut Agnes’ praise that the girl was too understanding? It was true! Rebecca seemed to forgive Agnes no matter what was going on. She forgave her for the awkward morning after her birthday party when they woke up together, she forgave her for nearly killing her at her old house, and now she was again forgiving her for practically devouring her whole as if she were some piece of candy. Anyone else, anyone, would not have been so forgiving about the whole thing.

If anything Agnes had kind of wanted Rebecca to just yell, rant, and storm off leaving their friendship in blackened embers. But instead, the Scot’s warm heart once again proved to be too much for Agnes to anticipate. After everything the young redhead still wanted to remain at her side.

…

…

Gawd, she must be thick, Agnes tried to rationalize. Though, deep down, she really didn’t feel like that at all. Rebecca was smart, sweet, and someone who the runaway continuously wanted to gravitate towards. So much so that she really and truly just could not help herself. She had to stop, she knew that. But could she? More accurately, did she want to?

She sighed and tried to push the thoughts away. She was far too tired and she could already feel the tingling at the base of her spine that was telling her that she was getting closer. She had to leave, she needed to get back to her room…

>> "Ah wanna be an X-Man, sae Ah cannae be squeamish. Besides…for someain like ye, Ah can take it."

Agnes blushed at that comment. Rebecca simply was too sweet. The warm hand on her shoulder made the runaway sigh a little. Her touch really was so warm and tender…

She blinked as she nibbled her bottom lip. She hated molting alone. She especially hated waking up without anyone there. But did she really and truly want to expose Rebecca to this? Something that she had never even allowed Jasmine to see? She gulped shyly as she reached down and gently took Rebecca’s hand.

“W-Will you…Agggh…” she doubled over briefly as she felt that tickle run throughout her body. She needed to get to the room. “S-Sorry. W-Will you…stay with me? I…I don’t like going through this alone…”

>> “W-Will you…Agggh… S-Sorry. W-Will you…stay with me? I…I don’t like going through this alone…”

Rebecca wanted to hug her friend, but it seemed like something could change drastically at any moment, like Agnes was going to convulse. Instead, she slipped an arm around her waist. "A'coorse. Ah'm here. Noo let's git ye tae yer room." Rebecca guided Agnes quickly through the doorway into the room Agnes and Gina shared.

She was not sure what would come next, but she held on to Agnes's hand for as long as she could. She's mine, Jasmine. At least fer noo. Sorry.

Agnes felt the tender arm slip around her and as much as she wanted to pick apart and deal with this issue right now, she knew that she couldn’t. She didn’t have the time. She would have to instruct Rebecca about what to expect so that she didn’t freak out. The first time she molted, Gina had freaked out and she woke up to a very panicked Gina and DocProf. Agnes knew that she was not going to need THAT much help this time.

But she really and truly did not want to wake up by herself. She never liked waking up by herself. Normally she had Gina to help her but her little sister was not around. Not that she could blame her. Gina didn’t know she would be molting today, but that was only because Agnes miscalculated.

Oh well, there was time to get into that later. For now she needed to focus on what was happening in the here and now.

>> "A'coorse. Ah'm here. Noo let's git ye tae yer room."

“Thank…you…” Agnes breathed as she struggled to keep herself upward.

She did not want to fully lean on the thin redhead and instead wanted to walk on her own volition as much as possible. So she did, staggering down the hall but with Rebecca’s aid until they had finally reached the familiar door of her room. Meekly she grabbed the handle and pushed her way in. As she did so it revealed that indeed the room was completely empty. It was only going to be Rebecca and herself until Gina came back.

Licking her already drying lips, Agnes tried to keep awake as she began to explain to Rebecca what was going to happen.

“W-Whatever you see me do? What…ever you see going on, is completely natural,” Agnes muttered. “You…don’t need to panic. I’ll…I’ll be fine. Just…stay calm, okay?” she said as she finally pulled herself away from Rebecca and motioned for her to close the door behind her. Agnes stepped weakly into the room and moved over to the closet. After she fished around for a second she pulled out a red bathrobe and draped it over a chair that sat directly next to her bed. Leaning down, Agnes pulled out a very cheap looking wool blanket, one of those cheap ones that could be bought for like five dollars or so, and draped it over the entirety of her bed. When Agnes was sure it was secure, she turned her attention back to Rebecca.

“M-My body…its…going to encase itself. Okay? And…I’ll be like that for twenty-four hours exa--,” she doubled over exhaustedly and held herself up by her hands against the bed. Weakly she began to pull off her shirt and untie the strings of her pajama bottoms. But before she could get around to taking anything off, Agnes leaned against the bed, trying her best to stay awake. “—actly! Exactly!” she said as she finished her sentence. She raised her gaze to Rebecca, tired but with a small smile to show that she was okay. “Y-Y-You don’t have…to stay the whole time. J-Just…be here…when I wake up? P-Please?”

>> “W-Whatever you see me do? What…ever you see going on, is completely natural. You…don’t need to panic. I’ll…I’ll be fine. Just…stay calm, okay?”

The best thing to say when calming someone down is reminding them about how calm they should be while their friend cringes in pain. Still, she took a deep breath and nodded. She turned back to the door and closed it, flipping the lock in case any classmate decided to drop by for notes.

>> “M-My body…its…going to encase itself. Okay? And…I’ll be like that for twenty-four hours exa— actly! Exactly! Y-Y-You don’t have…to stay the whole time. J-Just…be here…when I wake up? P-Please?”

She would be encased? Was it going to be Agnes-shaped or cocoon-like? There was no point in asking these questions when she would find out soon enough. "Ah'll be here. Ah promise." It seemed like Agnes was trying to prepare by disrobing and switching into a bathrobe, but the change was coming too quickly now. "Dae ye need help?"

>> "Ah'll be here. Ah promise…Dae ye need help?"[/color]

Agnes shook her head. She was barely hearing Rebecca now. Normally before she molted she removed her clothing so that she did not have to keep replacing them. But there was no point in doing it right now. It was far too late. She could not focus on getting her clothes off. All she could think about was getting herself into bed before things got bad.

Her fingers clinging onto the edge of the bed, Agnes slowly pulled herself on and laid herself back with an agonized groan. Her body was hurting now. She should have already been laying in bed long before this started. She was definitely going to have to start keeping a far stricter schedule of her molting. She could not afford for something like this to happen again. Thank god she didn’t have a date tonight or was out with her friends tonight. Otherwise she would end up cocooning herself somewhere out in public, far away from people who would be understanding about her mutation.

No. No more games. She was definitely going to be watching herself like a hawk now.

Resting her head against the covered pillow, Agnes groaned in pure exhaustion. Her skin was already beginning to feel sticky and her limbs were going rigid. Slowly she turned her head to face Rebecca who was as silent as the grave. At least she promised to be here when she woke up. She really hoped she would.

A small smile appeared on Agnes face as she watched Rebecca and slowly gave her a thumbs up to show that she was okay. But a fraction of a second after that, and Agnes’ eyes drifted closed as sleep overtook her. So there she lay, silently in bed her bed like some sleeping princess waiting for someone to awaken her with a kiss. But such a thing would not happen.

Already her greenish skin was beginning to look speckled and shiny in the dull light of her bedroom. From her pores, fine moisture began to appear and covered her from head to toe. Before Rebecca’s eyes, the layers of sugar infused ooze began to harden before layering itself again and hardening again and repeating the process over and over. Before long the first layer of the translucent, shimmering green shell was form (Shaped like Agnes of course), and then it began to cover her all over again to thicken.

The process had begun…

There were... no words.

Agnes gave a thumbs up, giving Rebecca one last sign that everything was going as planned. Rebecca gave her one final comforting smile before Agnes's eyes closed and it was apparent that the event was happening.

It began with her skin, which was glimmering green like scales, before a liquid oozed out over her skin, slowly covering every inch of her. Once there was not an untouched piece of Agnes, the liquid quickly solidified, turning Agnes into a shell.

She was honest with Rebecca; the process was unnerving. She kept a strong face until she was one-hundred percent certain that Agnes was now out like a light and her body was preoccupied with its metamorphosis. Once that moment came, she found the nearest bathroom and retched over the bowl. She kept her composure to a degree, by limiting herself to dry heaving. It could have been worse, but it could have been a hell of a lot better.

Once she was sure she was not going to vomit, she took a quick trip to her room. She knew the process would take twenty-four hours, but she wanted to stay in Agnes's room just in case. She grabbed her laptop, notebook, and a book, followed by a bag of chips from the kitchenette to stave off hunger while she could.

She returned to the room to find Agnes right where she left her. (Obviously.) She set her possessions down and hunkered in for the long haul.

She read through her book sooner than expected, so she opened her laptop to focus on writing. She had enough in her mind anyway, with the kissing and the veiled confession to Agnes.

It involved plenty of backspacing, cursing and research to come up with a product she was satisfied with.

You are not what I thought I’d want,
But you plague my mind now,
And I look to who I once was,
And who I am now,
And these two women,
Same in name,
Same in face,
Same in heart,
Or so I thought,
Would never understand the other,
And yet, they are me,
And I lose grasp on the meaning of the word:
The meaning of me,
Because never before
Would the definition of me
Be the one that loves you,
But you plague my mind,
And the definition of “me”
Can only make sense
Alongside the definition of “us,”
A word I have contemplated since our eyes first met.

Rebecca read it over several times. (Twenty-four hours allotted opportunities like that.) It was less of a poem and more of a message. Rebecca tore a page out of her notebook and rewrote the poem on the page. She looked around Agnes's room for a hiding place she would not discover right away. She found a book on botany in a messenger bag, tucking the folded paper away in the pages.

A whole day was longer than Rebecca expected it to be. She did her best to remain awake, but soon enough, she was dozing off in the comfortable chair next to Agnes's bed.

Just like before. It was just like before. Agnes mind was plagued with the thoughts of the primordial side of her brain trying to break free, trying to take over everything that she had tried so hard to hold onto. Would be it be like this every time? Every time she had to molt was she going to suffer and struggle with maintaining her humanity? Though some part of her knew that she should not fear that, it was hard not to. She could feel the itching, scratching, gnawing part buried deep in her brain that ached to take over. And ever molting phase it felt like it was getting harder to control.

But every time, Agnes managed to maintain it. Not just by clinging onto what she knew it was like to be human, but through the vivid and colorful dreams that danced across her closed eyes. And boy did she have some extra vivid ones for this process.

First her dreams centered around Jasmine, her sweet girl with the bright eyes that loved to tease her and tried endlessly to get her onto the soccer field. Jasmine, in her uniform, ran across vast fields of green as she kicked a black and white soccer ball between her feet. The look on her face was purely angelic…not at all suspecting the truth.

From the opposite side of the field, kicking a soccer ball of pure metal was a familiar, redheaded Scot. The young, freckled skinned woman, grinned joyously as she kicked her own soccer ball across the field.

Agnes stood in the middle, watching the pair of them as they ran at a speed that was much slower than normal. The runaway found herself glancing between them, her heart hurting as if it were being ripped in half. She felt like both of these girls were magnets and Agnes was a strip of metal caught between both pulling forces. She blinked and tears stung her eyes as she watched Jasmine, images of their first date, their first kiss following behind her. Slowly Agnes turned away to eye Rebecca and from her she saw similar scenarios.

Two girls, both plaguing her thoughts, leaving her with a large crack down the center of her heart. How could she do this to either of them?

The dream repeated, shifted, metamorphed into similar and yet different scenarios. It was too much for the young runaway to really remember it all. But through all of them, they contained on single bit of advice…she had to choose.

***

Though her dreams were plaguing her thoughts, on the outside it did not look like it at all. Her body had not moved an inch the second that she closed her eyes. The hours ticked on by and in doing so the fluids from her skin hardened until there was a nice, thick cocoon of green that encased her completely. Agnes-shaped, the cocoon gleamed in the light of the lamp during the night, and shimmered with a riot of rainbow colors through the sunlight. Funny enough was that the cocoon still wore her own clothes since she had been unable to take them off prior. Sadly, these clothes were stretched or ripped beyond repair now.

But such thoughts did not sink into Agnes’ chaotic and sleeping mind. Her body was on autopilot now as it began to shift and change inside of the hardened cocoon. Occasionally she twitched and clutched her fingers from within but it did not last for more than a fraction of a second. Despite the oddity of a large, green cocoon lying in her bed, everything seemed absolutely normal in the room.

More hours ticked away and before long it was already getting close to the twenty-four hour mark. The movements from within the cocoon began to increase until it was finally time.

On the dot, exactly one day later, the cocoon shifted slightly on the bed. It was subtle at first, maybe unseen or unheard by whoever was in the room. But gradually the sound of movement began to increase until finally…

CRACK![/b]

The shell, split along the middle as Agnes began to move and struggle to get herself free. Her metamorphosis was complete…

Rebecca's dreams began innocently enough, with a class in the library where here and most of her friends were listening to Kealey read poetry. Even though her words seemed to be in another language entirely, the poem was clearly about longing and passion. Or maybe war?

Suddenly, Rebecca was looking around the room, but her friends were gone. She looked to the shelves of books Kealey was leaning against, but instead there was just a young man. Maybe it was Drew? It was hard to distinguish, but Rebecca found herself taking strides toward him until she locked lips with him, kissing deeply.

The kissing sent excitement through her body, but there was something missing, and without warning, he was missing-- the man holding her vanished. She turned around, trying to find her bearings, but instead found Agnes with flowers in her hair... and not much else. This lead to passionate kissing with a new set of lips. On a desk. And that excited feeling rushed through her body again.

From there, events occurred that Rebecca must have pieced together through jokes and stories from friends.

Somehow, the desk had transitioned into a bed at one point, and Rebecca's form was concealed by piles of covers. She looked beside her, but the pale body she thought was with her had gone. She pressed against the covers, but the texture was new. It took moments before she realized she was in a cocoon.

She pressed harder on the walls around her, her palms forming cracks that dropped flaky debris. It took some effort, but she cracked a wide enough opening and moved toward the blinding light of a new world. There was a figure obscured by shadows, but the brightness made it impossible to tell who it was. All she knew was the person felt right, and her lips approached his/hers.

CRACK![/b]

Rebecca jolted out of her sleep, gasping for air adjusting to the reality she was reentering. It took some startled surveillance before she remembered where she was and why she was there.

She got out of her chair and stood beside the cracked Agnes-cocoon, waiting for her friend to emerge, changed in an unknown way Rebecca attempted to brace herself for.

The large, iridescent cocoon shook gently as the large crack down the middle slowly began to spider web out into a series of other, smaller cracks. It was like listening to an extra large egg slowly vibrating and forming fissures that tore throughout the whole surface. The living form of Agnes Nicolas within the shell of hardened, spun sugars twitched as fresh air began to slowly seep into the cracks and invigorate the fresh skin underneath. Eyes still closed, Agnes struggled as she tried to move herself out of her sleeping state and become fully awake.

Shakily she twitched her arms, flexed her fingers, and wiggled her toes. Her body slowly began to awaken as fresh air and light draped across her flesh. After this limbs began to curl and move as Agnes placed her hands firmly onto the interior of the shell and started to shove outward. Having been twenty-four hours, the shell was now at its weakest and brittle. Though it still took a little effort, Agnes managed to push her hands outward and break more of the shell from her skin.

But it was when the air hit her nostrils that Agnes fully awoke. With a gasp, Agnes let out a primordial and insect-like screech from between her lips. The sound felt like it was so ancient that every insect within miles of the mansion would answer the call. Thankfully, though, there were no skitterings, no buzzing, only the sound of Agnes as she screeched once more and sat up. In doing so the shell broke around her.

Sitting in, in a pile of the brittle shell pieces, a very…nude…Agnes sat looking wide-eyed as she struggled to keep from screeching again. The first time she awoke from a cocoon she had a pair of shimmering wings on her back…this time it was far different. The wings on her back were gone. In their place, one merely had to look at her skin to see the difference. Her skin looked…thicker, almost armored like. Green tinged but possessing the same, iridescent surface that the cocoon once held, Agnes did not look in the least bit frail as she normally did with her pale skin. Instead, she looked like a herself but with the armored carapace of the many insects she possessed.

Agnes gulped as she focused her vision, trying to peel off the few remnants of the shell that had remained stuck fast to her skin. With a shaky breath, Agnes looked weakly around the room. Her body had processed every bit of sugar that had been in her system so it was little wonder why her stomach growled.

But Agnes ignored this as she turned to the chair that was near her bed. That pale, freckled skin, the stock of red hair, the mismatched eyes, they all equaled to only one thing…

“Rebecca,” Agnes said softly. “Y-You stayed…” she whispered as she struggled to remain sitting. One glance and Agnes could see that the poor redhead was shocked. Agnes sniffled as she grabbed the edge of her cheap blanket and pulled it over to hide her naked form. “I…I’m sorry…y-you…shouldn’t have to see me like this…”

Rebecca watched in awe as Agnes essentially hatched from her cocoon, breaking free from the outer shell, but from what she could see on the inside, she was not looking at the normal soft skin of her friend Agnes.

On sight, the texture of Agnes's skin seemed new, like shiny leather or a shell. Her new color also remained a shade of green. If this was based on a an insect trait, she would assume it was akin to an exoskeleton similar to a roach. The thought would be sickening of the shell was not at least Agnes-shaped.

Agnes shaped without clothes. Rebecca blushed, accidentally noting any differences between her dream image of Agnes and the real thing. She placed a hand over her eyes until she was sure Agnes was covered up again.

>> “Rebecca. Y-You stayed… I…I’m sorry…y-you…shouldn’t have to see me like this…”

Rebecca shook her head. "Ah promised, didnae Ah?" Hesitant, but overwhelmingly curious, her hand slowly moved to Agnes's arm, touching the hard surface. "Wicked... is it hard tae move in tha?" Rebecca wondered if there were even more forms of Agnes than just wings and a shell. She knew way less about Agnes's powers than she thought.

>> "Ah promised, didnae Ah?”[/color]

Agnes smiled. She watched as Rebecca sat there, covering her eyes in an attempt to give Agnes some privacy. The runaway really did not want to embarrass her like this so she had started to cover herself up as best she could with the cheap blanket. There was no use in washing it, though, so her best bet was to simply throw it away. That was why she started to keep a steady supply of cheap blankets for accommodate whenever she molted. She couldn’t imagine that a washing machine would do anything to the residue that she been encased in.

Once she was securely covered so that nothing was showing, she watched Rebecca momentarily. The young redhead had stood by her word and decided to stay by her side. Though she looked just…slightly, uncomfortable, it was not like Agnes could hold it against her. After all, how many times do you get to experience watching a teenager break out of a cocoon?

Agnes blushed a little. She feared that she had asked too much of Rebecca in staying with her. She didn’t want her to feel as if she had to. But Rebecca had stayed, apparently, through it all. The whole idea that she had shared something like this outside of Jasmine made her heart hurt a little. She didn’t know why she hid this side of herself from her girlfriend and shared it with Rebecca. Maybe she was far more confused than she thought.

But Agnes was knocked out of these musings by Rebecca’s gentle touch. The Scot had leaned over and carefully prodded at the rough carapace that now covered Agnes’ skin.

>> Wicked... is it hard tae move in tha?"[/color]

Agnes shrugged. “It’s like…walking around with a big parka on. I feel it there, I’m a little slower, but I also feel safe. It’s tough…but I don’t know how tough. Too chicken to try it out,” she whispered. “Still…ticklish though,” she said with a tiny laugh.

She sighed as she sat there, her energy still low but she gradually started to get a little more energy. She still felt sticky and truly needed to get into the shower and away from her shell. She nodded to the chair that Rebecca was sitting on (and the bathrobe she sat on top of).

“Um…C-Can I have my bathrobe now? Please?” she muttered with a tiny smile.

>> “It’s like…walking around with a big parka on. I feel it there, I’m a little slower, but I also feel safe. It’s tough…but I don’t know how tough. Too chicken to try it out. Still…ticklish though.”

It was not something she envied, but it seemed like a shell could have undeniable benefits. It must provide at least some protection to impact, (though Rebecca would not want to know what would happen if it cracked.) Still, wings were probably more useful, and to be blunt, were easier to bring into public.

>> “Um…C-Can I have my bathrobe now? Please?”

Rebecca followed where Agnes gestured to and realized she was sitting on her friend's bathrobe. "Oh right!" She jumped up and straightened out the robe, offering it and covering her eyes once more. "Sae dae ye 'ave other forms too? Ah feel like Ah dornt know enough aboot yer mutation!"