A Magic Shop [Social/Alyia/Private]

The shopkeep took the necklace out of the display case, carefully handing it to the young mage. He still eyed her over skeptically, worried that perhaps she might find a way to somehow break the object, but noticing Alyia's presence he eased up a bit. After all, Alyia was older and therefore could be held responsible for any brash actions or accidents the child before him might make. Placing the pendant in her hands, he took a step back allowing Venir to get a feel for it.


She cooed, the silver feeling pristine and cool in her hands, the ruby reminding her of her own ruby like orbs. "What do you think Alyia?" Venir inquired dangling the pendant from her fingertips to show the angel. Then spinning on her heel she turned once more to face the shopkeep, "How does it work?" The man gave her a brief explanation as to how the time turner functioned. It was a relatively simple object that even Venir could understand, she just had to think about how old she wanted to appear when wearing the objects. "That's all?" Venir confirmed and the man nodded. "Alright let's try it out!" She grinned, it was only natural that she be curious as to what she might look like as an adult! Pausing for only a brief moment as she dangled the pendant over her head, just about to slip it on, at long last she brought it down over her head.

The pendant created an almost comedic poof of smoke around the girl, after she slipped it on. She stumbled slightly, her balance suddenly felt off. One hand went up to her head, it was pounding for some reason, and the other came up to her face. Her hands were a little bigger than she remembered. Her red eyed vision was a bit blurry, her body trying to adjust to the sudden change, and at long last it focused on the shopkeep once more.


Nodding, the shopkeep moved aside, a full length mirror was behind him. A gasp escaped from her lips, and even that sounded foreign and wrong to Venir's ears. However, the figure in the mirror looked even more so to her. "I-I..." Her voice was cracking but it was undeniably different compared to her usual young, youthful voice. There was a hint of melancholy in its tone that Venir couldn't get rid of even if she wanted to. She took another step closer to the mirror, snowy white locks swaying at the back of her knee's, the blonde that often accompanied childhood had all but faded out of her hair. Walking was strange, she was only a few inches taller than she normally was but it made everything seem off....

It wasn't until she was directly in front of the mirror that she stopped, one of her delicate hands reaching up to touch at her face. Her face itself was similar to what she normally saw in the mirror, but perhaps a bit more elegant? Her chin was pointed, nose still small, but her lips didn't have the slight smile to them that they usually did, they bordered the line of a frown at this point. At the least her eyes were almost the same color, but even those seemed duller lacking the luster and depth of her younger form. All of those things were almost manageable to Venir, but there was one thing that was not:


Her fingertips traced it, it was thin but very noticeable on her alabaster skin. Starting from her eyelid, it created a sleek line across her eye, and stopped only at the middle of her cheek. Something about it felt off, and it was in Venir's nature to obsess over scar's. "A-Alyia." Hurt twinged her voice as she turned around revealing her complete change to Alyia, expression turning into sadness and confusion but not a single tear would escape from her eyes, "I-I don't like this." She seemed almost frantic, bordering panic, "I'm taking it off. That's how it stops right?" The shopkeep nodded, even he seemed a bit stunned at her appearance. Shaking hands grasped at the necklace danging around her neck, the red pendant hanging just above her cleavage, and she slipped it off....

Yet there was no change to her form, she remained an adult much to her dismay. "What?" She breathed out, heart beating frantically in her chest as she looked at the shopkeep expecting an answer of sorts.