�������� �� Ivory walked out of the place that used to be 'home'... a two story log
cabin in a grove in the woods. But... it was empty. No furniture, no
family... no nothing. The little dragon sighed, walking towards the pond.
Ivory had wanted to see Katarin, Loendal and Snow again... as much as there
were slight feelings of jealousy and resentment about Ebony. But all that had
been found in a searching of the house was a name. In what had once been the
bedroom... scrached into the wall near the floor were the words 'Ebony
Draconis Kinistas'. It wasn't hard to figure out, they had moved, and Ebony
had wanted to leave something behind.
��� ��� Ivory reached the pond and looks down into it at the image there. It was
similar... but differant. Scars still marked most of the body in the image.
The eyes that looked back from the pond still showed a maturity and even pain.
But since arriving here, there had been changes. Ivory... that was the first
change. From black to white, from Ebony to Ivory. But that hadn't been
enough. JT had just said ''Oh, I thought Ebby had gotten into the flower
again.'' So Ivory had taken another step. Seeing Celenste showing off her
magic in the DRC, Ivory had asked her if she could help. And now... after a
polymorph spell from a helpful wizardess-in-training, Ivory was a she. When
telling Thistle the idea, Ivory had simply said ''I have no sexual drive, I
haven't hit puberty yet, and it will distunguish me from Ebony.'' And it was
true, there wasn't much of a differant... except she has to pee differantly.
But Ivory felt a sort of liberation, now she was differant from Ebony, she
could be her own person.
��� ��� Tapping a claw into the pond, the ripples blurred the image of herself.
Since she had come here she had met Thistle, Quick, JT, and a few others that
know Ebony. She was starting to make her own 'name', so that people wouldn't
just think of her as 'Ebony's clone'. Thistle was even allowing her to stay
at her home. Ivory had even managed to help Thistle and... what was her
name... Sera in a fight in their war. The last thing she wanted was was to
get involved in more fighting (thinking of herself as 'herself' was still
strange), but she wanted even less to see Thistle die... again. She would
fight willingly to help her friends.
Ivory extended her wings. She rather liked the new appearance of her
feathers. She had always been proud of her lovely, shiney black feathers.
But the white feathers were even more attractive, to her at least. Soon the
harder feathers that were comming in would be hard enough to offer more
protection, and use as weapons.
��� ��� Ivory sighed, still thinking like a soldier... she hopped into the air,
angling to head back to Thistle's home. She'd need to find out where her...
Ebonys family had moved, she still wanted to see them.
''Reflections'' copyright � 1999 Blake