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Frey’s morning started off fairly normal with waking up in her mother’s castle, in a room reserved for herself with the ice wolf known as Silver laying at the foot of the bed. The first thing she did with her day? Was pull back the sheets to gaze at her own body in the mirror so she would know what form her body had taken on. Recently she had noticed her magic was abusing her body in ways she didn’t believe it would have done before, as if the more potent it became the more it took control of her physical form or destabilized her. The child herself had a hard time believing she was four chronologically, it just didn’t make any sense when her body was eight but could also be a teenager, and her hair/eye color changed almost on its own will. This morning she was lucky enough to end up with a body she knew when her gaze hit the mirror, long pink hair with bright rose optics staring back at her young body clad in pajamas now too big for her. Rune took the time to change into a set of clothing that fit her body, having told the servants not to bother her today when she came back to the castle the night before, wanting to sort out her strange form on her own, she knew no one would be interrupting her this morning. The girl finally managed to dress in a way that she found comfortable and as she watched Silver rouse from the bed she recalled her Mother had given her something to do on her way out the last time, simply telling her to go see this man called Razia when she had time. “Come on boy.” she spoke up gathering her wolf’s attention and watching as he jumped from the bed to her side, following her out as they started off to the location they were suppose to meet the unknown male at.